A/N: Okay, so here it is chapter two of "Dear Prudence". Sorry that it took so long to publish this chapter. Well, it's because I'd been busy lately, and I'd been avoiding the laptop for a few days to clear my mind. Feeling rather miserable, though. I'll shut up now and let you read. Enjoy!

"Why did you decide to make a movie featuring them, father?" asked Prudence with a very wide smile on her face after dinner was over.

"Well, you see, my dear," Mr. Lester began, "as I arrived at the office. I turned on the television and switched to channels. All of the channels were about The Beatles. I watched a station, and they were interviewing The Beatles. They have excellent humor, and I have a great feeling that my next movie will be the greatest summer movie ever. It will be on the movie theaters for days! Perhaps, even weeks! Or months! It's going to be a hit! I'm very sure of it."

"Have you called their manager?" she asked and tried to sit calmly on her chair.

"I have called Mr. Epstein, and he and the boys were very delighted about the idea," he said. "He sound very excited about it, Prudence."

She couldn't sit calmly. She was holding her hands very tightly to keep her from screaming and shouting excitedly like a normal fangirl would.

"Oh, and...I almost forgot to tell you about something, dear," he said.

She was curious, and wanted to hear. She hoped that it would make her scream and be excited about it.

"About what?"

"You and your friends will be casted in the movie, too," he said, "as schoolgirl fans."

She stood up from her chair, excused herself politely, and went to the living room. She grabbed a cushion from the couch tightly on her palm, she covered her face with it really hard and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She put the cushion back to the couch, and walked to the dining room.

"Are you serious?" she asked Mr. Lester excitedly with a very wide smile on her face. Wider than before. He nodded his head as an answer.

She gave him a bear hug and thanked him so many times. She jumped her way to her bedroom. She certainly couldn't wait to tell her friends.

The next morning, Prudence woke up with a wide smile on her face. As soon as she woke up, she quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got dressed, and then walked downstairs to have breakfast with her dear family. She had an idea that she must share with her father.

"Father?" she asked as she was seated on her usual chair in the dining room.

"Yes, Prudence?" Mr. Lester politely answered as he looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He saw that there was a very excited look on his growing daughter's face, which was usually covered with frowns.

"Can I help you with a few things for the movie?" she asked while batting her eyelashes and smiling sweetly.

"I'll be directing the movie, Prudence," he said. "I won't write the script. But do tell me a few facts about them."

She told him all about The Beatles. She told him how old they are; their personal relationships; birthdays; and favorite things.

"You really know about them, do you?" he asked, and she nodded her head as an answer. "Very well, then. As long as it's not disturbing your studies at school."

After Prudence had breakfast with her family, she walked Peyton to school, and they were walking very fast.

"Father is going to make a movie about The Beatles?" asked Peyton with his cute little voice.

"Yes, Peyton!" she answered excitedly. "And I'm going to meet them! I can't wait to tell my friends!"

She dropped him at his school, and told him to be a good boy, like always. He said that he loves her, and she gave him a warm sisterly smile. She ran to her school, and literally pushed everyone who was on her way.

She saw her friends talking in front of their lockers, and she ran towards them. Beads of sweat streamed down her face and neck. Emma looked at her and smiled kindly at her.

"What's the matter, Pru?" she asked. "You look excited. Super excited."

"Girls, follow me to the bathroom," Prudence answered while catching her breath. "It's very important, and I'm sure you won't believe me and scream very hard and loud."

"What?" asked Pattie, curious.

Prudence took her friends to the girls' bathroom, and it was empty. Good. Just like what she wanted. A wide smile crept to her face, and she jumped up and down excitedly. She stood straight, and calmed herself down.

"MY DAD IS GOING TO DIRECT A MOVIE FEATURING THE BEATLES!" she said out loud.

Her friends gasped and chattered about excitedly.

"And the best part is...we're going to be in the movie as schoolgirl fans!" she said. "We get to meet the Fab Four!"

She and her friends screamed at the top of their lungs excitedly, and they jumped up and down like normal fangirls would do. They couldn't believe what Pru told them. They were screaming insanely and it was so loud until their screams could be heard until the front door of the school building. They were very excited, and kept on talking about it.

"Are you serious, Pru?" asked Pattie excitedly.

"Yes, I am, Pattie!" she nodded her head. "We're going to meet The Beatles! And, probably, hang out with them!"

This went on for a few minutes until their teacher went inside the bathroom because she heard their screams from there.

"Now, what are you girls screaming about?" she asked sternly with a serious and scary look on her face.

Each of them tried to make something up.

"Erm...well..." Prudence muttered. "There was a caterpillar on Pattie's hair, and she just noticed it when we were in the bathroom. We know that the screams sounded like screams of joy, but you know girls and their screams." She let out an assuring chuckle and touched her hair to pretend that there was no caterpillar there.

The teacher looked at the girls with stern looks on her face.

"Very well, then," she said. "Now, go to your classes, girls, or you shall be punished."

"Yes, Miss," answered Prudence politely.

The four girls walked out of the bathroom, and walked to the classes. They would meet each other again during lunch or some other classes.

It was during lunch break, and Prudence was walking down the hallway alone after her History class. She went out of the classroom late, because Mrs. Middleton told her about a few things about her score on the previous test. It was excellent, like always. As she walked down the quiet hallway, she saw her mother walking out of the Headmaster's office. She approached her and greeted her.

"Hello, Prudence," Mrs. Lester greeted her back.

"What are you doing here, mom?" she asked.

"Oh, I was just signing up for a fundraiser," she answered. "What about you?"

"Well...I was walking and now talking to you," she said jokingly.

"Aren't you supposed to have lunch, dear?" asked Mrs. Lester kindly as she pushed her daughter's hair behind her ear.

"About to," she answered.

"Alright, I won't disturb you, now," she decided and gave a kind motherly smile. "Oh, and you should go home straight and don't need to pick up Peyton."

"Why?"

"I'm taking him to the toy store, like I promised him," she answered. "Oh, and we're going to have guests for dinner."

"Who are they?"

"I don't know, dear." said Mrs. Lester while shrugging her shoulders. "But do dress nice. They are your father's guests from work, I think. That's all he told me."

Prudence nodded her head. "Okay, I will, mom," she said. "I'll have lunch now, mom. I'll see you later at home."

Mrs. Lester nodded her head, and gave a warm smile. "Alright, dear," she answered. "Be good, alright?"

"Of course, I will!" she answered with sparkles on her eyes. "Goodbye, mom!"

"Bye, dear Prudence," Mrs. Lester waved her hand as Prudence continued walking down the hallway.

Dad's guests from work, she thought to herself, probably a few old and boring people.

She wasn't that hungry and she wouldn't eat when she knows that she's not hungry. She decided to go to the girls' bathroom to fix her hair. She knew that her hair must be messy.

She went in through the door, and saw Pattie smoking a cigarette while looking her own reflection on the mirror.

"Not hungry, Pattie?" she asked.

Pattie glanced to her right and saw Prudence standing awkwardly before the door.

That bird seriously needs to have a makeover, Pattie thought to herself.

"No, not really," she answered. "And what about you, Ms. Lester?" A beautiful smile curled on her lips.

"No, I'm not," she answered as she walked towards Pattie.

"Want a ciggie?" Pattie offered a cigarette to Prudence.

She shook her head. "No, thanks," she answered. "I don't smoke, remember?"

"Right," she said, still offering one to Prudence. "But you need one, because you are so tight! Go on, try it!"

Prudence raised an eyebrow and gave Pattie the look.

"I've tried your ciggie last month, remember?" she said. "And I told you that I didn't like it. It tastes weird."

"But it doesn't when you give a second try," she said, still holding a cigarette for Prudence. "Go on."

She looked at the cigarette. She was uncertain if she should take it or not. Would one sip ruin her life? She decided to not take a sip for she's a good girl and she wants to have a healthy life.

"No, thank you, Pattie," she said politely.

"Alright, fine," said Pattie gently and continued smoking her cigarette while looking at her own reflection on the mirror.

Prudence walked home from school with Christian. They were holding hands as they walked down the street together. There was an awkward silence between them and, since it was so quiet, they could hear their own thoughts. Christian finally broke the silence, and Prudence was very relieved.

"Can I take you out for dinner tonight, Prudence?" he asked her.

"I can't," she said with a little whine. "There are going to be guests for dinner tonight. My father's workers, I suppose. And I must attend it. I really want to go and have dinner with you, Christian. Really. Perhaps…on Friday?"

He looked at her with kind eyes and a wide smile curled on his lips.

"Okay, Prudence," he said kindly and planted a kiss on Prudence's cheek.

Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked at him shyly while covering her mouth with her palm. A chuckle escaped from his mouth, and a smile appeared on Prudence's dull face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing." She said and then pursed her lips. "Christian…my father is going to direct a movie featuring The Beatles…and I'm going to be casted in it. I probably wouldn't see you for a few days because of the shooting of the film. But I'll call you whenever I can. Heck, I'll try my best to call you everyday."

He nodded his head. "For how long?" he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she answered. "I hope it's going to be fast, because I will miss you so much. I know that he will shoot the film in London and not in Liverpool. I promise you that I'll call you."

"You are so cute when you're making promises," he said. "Well, have fun being with The Beatles, then. I hope you and them will be great friends."

She suddenly gave him a warm hug, and messed up his neatly combed hair.

"It took me so many times to comb my hair, you know?" he said to her teasingly.

"I don't care," she answered jokingly and began to run.

"Don't you run away from me, young lady!" he said with a chuckle as he chased her.

He stopped chasing her when they were in front of her front door. She fixed her hair, and they both chuckled.

"Goodbye, Prudence," he said to her kindly.

"Bye, Christian," she said as she walked inside the house after turning the doorknob. She smiled at him kindly, and then closed the door.

She heard chatters coming from the dining room and also the kitchen. It was pretty loud, and she was very curious. She held her bag on her palms as she walked towards the kitchen.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She saw John Lennon biting an apple in the kitchen and talking to her father. She dropped her bag, and—since it was so heavy—it made a loud noise. Both John and Mr. Lester glanced at her. She suddenly froze and not a word came out of her mouth.

"Ah, Prudence," said Mr. Lester as he approached his daughter. "I'm glad that you're home. Come and meet John."

He and Prudence walked toward John. He looked much more handsome in a closer look. He let out his hand and smiled at her politely.

"Hello, little girl," he greeted her kindly. "I s'pose that 'little girl' is no longer appropriate for a young lady, like you."

She giggled and shook his hand. After holding his hand, she never wanted to let go.

"What's your name, then?" he asked.

She was too amazed and couldn't speak a word.

"Prudence," she said politely and nervously. He pushed her hair behind her ear. "My name is Prudence."

"Prudence is my oldest child, John," said Mr. Lester. "A very kind and polite girl, she is."

Her cheeks turned pink.

"She looks kind and polite," John agreed while looking at her face. He faked a smile, because he thought that she looked normal and just a fangirl. "And smart." He added after observing her, and looking at the director.

"Thank you." She thanked him shyly, and looked at his leather shoes to hide her shy face.

"Come to the dining room, Prudence. I want you to meet the rest of the boys," said Mr. Lester to his daughter after carrying her bag, and then gave it to her.

Her eyes widened and she wanted to gasp.

"The rest of the boys?" she asked him, and he nodded his head.

He walked her to the dining room, and as soon as they were there, she covered her mouth with her palms tightly. There were the rest of the Beatles sitting on the chairs. She couldn't believe her eyes were showing her. Her feet were weak, and her hands were trembling.

"Boys," began Mr. Lester and the three members of the group looked at him and Prudence, "this is my daughter that I talked to you about."

"Hello, Prudence," they greeted her with handsome smiles on their handsome faces.

She smiled shyly, and fainted on her father's arms.

"Oh, no!" gasped John, pretending to be surprised. "You handsome rascals made her faint!"

The rest of the members walked toward the fainted girl, and they knelt beside her.

"She never fainted whenever she meets her idols before," remarked Mr. Lester while he was trying to wake his daughter up.

"She must be our biggest fan," remarked George with his shy voice and fanned his hand before Prudence's face.

"Oh, she really is your biggest fan," Mr. Lester nodded his head. "She has so many posters of you. I don't know where she gets them!"

"Maybe she stole them from the stores," said John teasingly. He was just standing on the doorway.

"Oh, stop joking, John!" said Paul with a serious look on his handsome baby face.

"Are we in trouble for this, Mr. Lester?" asked Ringo innocently with his handsome puppy blue eyes.

Just then, Brian Epstein, the group's manager, came inside the dining room and gasped.

"What did you lads do to her?" he demanded and approached the poor girl.

"They made her faint, Eppy," said John, acting like a child. "I didn't do anything! They did it!"

"She'll be all right, Mr. Epstein," said Mr. Lester while gently shaking her. "Rather unusual, though, but…she'll be all right."

John bit his apple, and put on a smirk on his handsome and cunning face.

"Prudence? Prudence, dear, wake up!" said Mr. Lester while looking at his daughter's face.

She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the people around her. She saw Paul, George, Ringo, and Mr. Epstein. She let out a chuckle, and touched Paul's face. His face was soft—very soft! Her eyes widened, and she was very surprised. She felt his face! She wasn't dreaming! She let out a loud scream, and covered her mouth tightly with both of her palms.

She stood up from her father's arms, and looked around the room. She saw John, too. She calmed down herself, and breathed normally.

"Excuse me, I have to go upstairs to my room, and do my homework," she said as she was walking backwards to the doorway of the living room. She turned around, and hit the wall. She pushed the door, and immediately walked out of the dining room.

She jumped up and down excitedly, and let out a silent scream. She ran the way upstairs to her room excitedly.

As soon as she was in her bedroom, she quietly locked the door, and walked to her study desk. There was still time for her to do the homework. Dinner was going to be in four hours.

She wanted to call her friends and tell them that there were The Beatles in her house. And then she thought about it again. If she were to call her friends, and tell them about The Beatles being in her house, they would come to her house and disturb the dinner she and her family would have with The Beatles and their manager.

She decided to not call her friends. For once, she wanted to have something special to herself. And that is hanging out with The Beatles for one night. Just for one night.

A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter, dearest readers! Hope you liked it. Who wouldn't faint because of seeing The Beatles, right? *laughs*