Author's Note: God, I'm so bored right now. I'm not really in the mood to watch Beatles videos or go on Tumblr. Everything seems to be very boring right now to me. Oh, I know! I'll just go read One Day! Yes, I should do that to keep me amused and alive. I swear, I'm going to die if I don't do anything that will amuse me. Thank you to ringorrats for reblogging your own post about my fanfiction. Thank you, ringorrats, Still Rock 'n Roll to Me, and GuitarRockAngel398 for your reviews. I don't know what I would do without you! And Still Rock 'n Roll to Me was very surprised about the dream in the previous chapter! Hahah!

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Eleanor's POV

I walked down the street while buttoning my top button of my blazers. I couldn't sleep last night, because I was scared my grandmother would be standing in the corner of my bedroom. And I could hear my mother crying so hard.

Ramona was really glad to see me, again, even though I was absent only for a day. We sat next to each other in the bus, and talked to each other like we always do.

"I'm very sorry about your grandmother, Eleanor," she said to me.

"It's fine, Mona," I said with a smile.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. I couldn't sleep last night."

"Why?"

I chuckled. "I was scared, and my mother kept on crying in my parents' bedroom." I said. "And she couldn't make breakfast, so I have to go to school without eating breakfast."

Ramona grabbed something out from her bag, and gave it to me. It was a piece of bread with strawberry jam.

"Here, you can have this," she said with a smile. "It's my breakfast, but you can have this."

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?" I asked her, and she nodded her head.

I kindly took the bread from her, and thanked her. Ramona was a really kind friend. I don't know what I would do without her.

"Oh! George was looking for you yesterday," she said.

I looked at her. "Really? What did he ask you?" I asked.

She chuckled. "He asked me where were you, and I told him you had to go to your grandmother's funeral," she said. "That boy misses you, Eleanor."

I shrugged, and continued eating her delicious bread. "Alright, then," I said.

"Aren't you supposed to be happy about it?" she asked, puzzled.

"Must I?"

"Yes! I thought you fancy George?"

I sighed, and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't…I don't know if I still fancy him, Mona," I said, looking at her. "Do I still get shy whenever he's around? I don't think so. And if you're going to ask me about Stuart, I don't fancy him anymore, even though he kissed me, and I fell head over heels in love with him for a night. Stuart and I are just good friends."

"So who d'you fancy now?" she asked.

I raised my head, and thought about Paul. Just thinking of Paul made me smile. I looked at her, and grinned.

"Paul." I said, grinning.

Her eyes widened. "Whoa!" she said. "D'you think he fancies you, too?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know," I said. "What do you think, Mona?"

"Uh…oh! Do you remember that time when Stuart kissed you?" she asked, and I nodded my head. "Paul was looking at you and Stuart with a jealous look on his face!"

I gave a scoffing laugh, and rolled my eyes. "He did not!" I said, and scoffed again.

"Yes, he did! He was right next to me, Eleanor!" she said.

"Alright, fine, I believe you," I said, smiling.

I believed Ramona. I just couldn't believe Paul was jealous when Stuart and I kissed. Did that mean he fancies me? And then I recalled the conversation I had with Mr. McCartney when Paul was away. I reminded Paul of his mother.

"So…do you think…he fancies me?" I asked her slowly.

"From the way he always looks at you…yes, he fancies you so much, Eleanor," she said. "Do you want me to ask him?"

I held her hand, and shook my head. "No!" I said. "No, please, don't ask him! I don't want…I don't want our friendship to be ruined, because we fancy each other."

"Honey, that's what makes it even better," she said. "You and Paul are friends, you tell each other your feelings towards each other, and you will have a greater bond than ever. And both of you can feel each other's hearts through…sex."

"What?" I said while laughing. "I'm afraid, I don't understand!"

She laughed with me. "Oh, don't tell me you've never fantasized of you and Paul!" she said.

My cheeks immediately turned pink, and laughed it off. "Well, just between you and me…I dreamed of…doing it with Paul during the day of my grandmother's death." I said, and laughed, because of how embarrassing when I thought of the dream. "And he was sleeping next to me!"

"What?" she asked. "Paul slept with you?"

"Well, he slept over without my parents knowing," I said.

"Yes, he fancies you very much, Eleanor." She said with a proud smile. "We should go to that new café after school if you're not busy."

"Oh, no, I'm not busy," I said. "Sure, let's go there after school!"

"Yes!"

The classes seemed so very long and boring. I leaned back on my chair as I looked at the blackboard. Latin class. It was a very boring subject, and I always have low grades for it. But Ramona told me in the next 60 years, people won't be speaking Latin anymore. Even the Latins. But hearing that sort of made me feel sad, because Latin is quite an interesting language, even though I have low grades for it.

I was very relieved when the school bell rang. I immediately walked away from the classroom, and walked down the hallway while holding my coat. I waited for Ramona outside the school building, and she greeted me. We walked down the café together, and sat next to the window. We were in the early Sixties already, and people seemed very high-classed and very fashionable than the Fifties. But rock and roll was still rock and roll, and I was very glad of it.

We ordered two cups of teas and croissants. I was starving, and I was probably not going to have dinner tonight. Ramona lit her cigarette, and I brought out my book from my bag.

"Want one?" she asked me, offering a cigarette.

"No, thanks, Ramona," I said with a friendly smile.

"Look, we are it's almost 1961, and you haven't tried to smoke a fag," she said. "Just try one, Eleanor. French people do that."

"Oh, now, you're suddenly so very interested in French culture," I said with a smirk.

"Yes, I am," she said with a smile. "And it's all thanks to you. I started listening to Juliette Greco."

"And what do you think of her?" I asked with a wider smile.

"Her songs are…hmm, how do you say it? Ah! C'est magnifique!" she said with her thumb up.

I chuckled, and gave her a pat on the back. "I am very proud of you, Mona," I said with a grin. "But I still won't smoke cigarettes."

"Okay, then," she said, "I won't force you, because I am a good friend."

I hugged her. "Of course, you are," I said with a smile.

I looked out the window, and I saw George approaching the café with a smile on his face and a girl next to him. I, too, noticed that he was holding her hand. Oh, my God! How was that bitch? I mean, girl? I hit my elbow against Ramona, and she exclaimed, "What?"

"Mona, look out the window," I said.

She looked out the window with an unamused look on her face, and then she gasped when she saw George and a girl about to walk in the café.

"Holy shite! She's that girl from my French class!" she gasped, and I covered her mouth before she could swear really loud.

"Who is she? Tell me!" I said as I uncovered her mouth.

"She's Ruth Morrison!" she said, and she suddenly grinned and she wasn't looking at me. Uh-oh. George and Ruth were standing before our table.

I slowly looked at them, and smiled kindly. I stood up from the chair, and put my hands in my pocket.

"Hi, George," I greeted him.

"Hi, Eleanor," he greeted me back with a smile. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Ruth."

I looked at Ruth, and kept my cool. I didn't want to seem mean to her. We shook our hands as we greeted each other warmly. I just wanted to crush her hand as we shook hand.

"Oh, you have a new girlfriend, now!" I said with a grin. "And what ever happened to poor Iris?"

I saw the bright red shades on both of his adorable cheeks, and Ramona was holding back her laughter. I kept my smile, but inside my heart was torn to pieces.

"Well, err…I broke up with her," he said shyly.

"Oh, George, you little heartbreaker!" I said, giggling. "I still remember that faithful day when you broke my heart. Yup! Sweet ol' memories!"

He chuckled, and glanced at Ruth. He glanced at me back, and nodded his head. "Bye, Eleanor." He said, looking very embarrassed.

"Bye, George." I said, and waved my hand at them as they walked to a table far in the room.

I sat back on the chair, and Ramona giggled. She punched my arm, but it didn't hurt me.

"I didn't know you had the guts do that!" she giggled.

"There are lots of things that you don't know about me, my dear," I said with a smile. "Now, give me one ciggie."

She pulled out a fag out of her pack, and handed it to me. I placed it between my lips, and she lighted it with her lighter. I sipped it, and coughed really hard. I placed the cigarette between my two fingers, and drank my tea. I turned off the cigarette on the ashtray, and shook my head.

"Never mind, I'll just stick with not smoking those death sticks," I decided as I drank my tea, and she laughed.

George's POV

Thursday morning, and I got in the bus through the back door. I sat behind Ramona and Eleanor. I was about to greet them when I heard them speaking about me. I shut my mouth, and listened to what they were talking about.

"That boy misses you, Eleanor," Ramona informed Eleanor.

Eleanor only shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, then."

"Aren't you supposed to be happy about it?" she asked, puzzled.

"Must I?"

She sounded like a very ignorant person, which was definitely like her usual self. Maybe she was still sad of her grandmother's loss.

"Yes! I thought you fancy George?" said Ramona.

I could feel my cheeks blushing heavily, but I didn't do anything to stop it. Wow, these girls didn't realize that I was sitting behind them! And none of them bothered to look behind.

"I don't…I don't know if I still fancy him, Mona," she said. "Do I still get shy whenever he's around? I don't think so. And if you're going to ask me about Stuart, I don't fancy him anymore, even though he kissed me, and I fell head over heels in love with him for a night. Stuart and I are just good friends."

After a short pause, Ramona asked her:

"So who d'you fancy now?"

She looked at Ramona with a grin. "Paul."

Holy crap! Eleanor fancied Paul now? I wasn't jealous or anything, I was just surprised. How could Eleanor fancy a bloke like Paul? Paul is such a ladies' man, and he made a girl pregnant back in Hamburg! What did Eleanor look in Paul? Apparently, Ramona was very surprised of it, as well.

"D'you think he fancies you, too?" she asked.

Eleanor shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. What do you think, Mona?"

"Uh…oh! Do you remember that time when Stuart kissed you?" she asked, and Eleanor nodded her head. "Paul was looking at you and Stuart with a jealous look on his face!"

So? I had the same jealous look as well!

Eleanor couldn't believe what Ramona told her, and she denied it. Ramona insisted it was true, because Paul was standing next to her. Eleanor decided to believe her. Was Paul in love with her as well? Just thinking about me made me very angry and sad. I stood up from the seat, and climbed up to the top deck of the bus. There, Ruth Morrison greeted me.

"Hello, George!" she greeted me with a cheerful grin on her face. "Sit here with me."

I could feel my sweat trickle down my forehead, and I decided what I should do. I went on my knees, and looked at her. Everyone in the bus was very surprised—and so was she. I clasped both of my hands together. Was I doing it right?

"Ruth Morrison, please go out with me after school! I beg you! I'm a real great guitarist of The Silver Beatles! Please, Ruth, please!" I begged.

She laughed, and stood me up from the floor. She held both of my arms with a smile on her face. "Sure, George," she said, "I'll go out with you. But, please, don't do that ever again."

I chuckled. "I promise."

I walked hand-in-hand with Ruth after school as we walked to the new café just near school. We were chatting happily, and we were a couple already, because I kissed her on the lips after school. I was really surprised I did that. Well, at least she and I were both happy about being kissed.

"Oh, George, you're such a funny lad!" she said, giggling.

"Am I?" I asked cheekily, and she giggled playfully.

We walked in the café, and I saw Eleanor and Ramona sitting on a table. And…Eleanor was covering Ramona's mouth.

"Is something wrong, George?" Ruth asked me.

"No, nothing's wrong," I said, looking at her. "My two friends are there."

Ruth looked at Eleanor and Ramona, and she grinned. "Oh, that's Ramona from my History class! And…is that the girl the groupie of your band?" she asked.

"Eleanor's not a groupie." I gave a scoffing laugh.

"Come on, let's go to them!" she said, and dragged me to their table.

Ramona looked at us with a smile on her face, and Eleanor slowly turned her head to us. Her eyes met mine, and she immediately stood up from her chair.

"Hi, George." She greeted me with a smile.

"Hi, Eleanor," I greeted her back with a smile. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Ruth."

She looked at Ruth, and she seemed like she wanted to stab Ruth with daggers. They shook hands and greeted each other warmly. Violence was in Eleanor's bright eyes.

"Oh, you have a new girlfriend, now!" she said, grinning that grin. "And what ever happened to poor Iris?"

I broke up with her months ago, silly.

Ramona was holding back her laughter. I could feel my cheeks blushing heavily.

"Well, err…I broke up with her." I said.

"Oh, George, you little heartbreaker!" She giggled. "I still remember that faithful day when you broke my heart. Yup! Sweet ol' memories!"

What in the world was she trying to do?

I chuckled nervously, and glanced at Ruth. She only smiled and listened to what Eleanor said. I glanced back at Eleanor, and gave a small nod. "Bye, Eleanor," I said before it gets further and embarrassing.

"Bye, George," she said cheerfully.

Ruth and I sat on a table far from theirs. Ruth and I spoke about a few things together, and then she brought up Eleanor in our conversation.

"What's up with you and your band's groupie?" she asked, sounded very interesting.

I gave a scoffing laugh. "For the last time, she's not the band's groupie," I said. "And she's not anyone's girlfriend."

"And what did she mean by, 'I still remember that faithful day when you broke my heart'?" she asked with both of her eyebrows raised.

I laughed. "She always does that whenever she sees everyone in the band with new girlfriends," I said, chuckling. "She did that to John and to Paul, I recall. She's quite a joker. Didn't you see that smile of hers when she said that?"

She shrugged her shoulders, and slowly sipped her tea.

I telephoned Eleanor after the date I had with Ruth. I waited for someone to answer the phone, and I was hoping Eleanor would answer the telephone. But Eleanor's mother answered it.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Mrs. Walker," I said. "Is Eleanor home?"

"Yes, she is," she said. "I suppose, you want to talk to her, yes?"

"Yes, Mrs. Walker."

"Hold on, George." She said, and I waited for a second.

My younger brother passed by, and he teased me that I was calling my girlfriend.

"Shut up!" I said.

"Oh, wow, I thought you wanted to speak to me, and you told me to shut up," I heard Eleanor's voice on the telephone.

My cheeks turned pink. "Sorry, Eleanor, I was talking to my brother," I said, and laughed. "So…what do you think of Ruth?"

"She's a nice girl, but not that nice enough, because she called me a groupie," she said calmly.

I couldn't believe she heard that.

"No, she didn't call you a groupie," I said with a laugh, protecting Ruth.

"Yes, she did," she said. "I heard her say so."

She paused.

"I don't like her, George. And I know you don't like her, as well. And you're just using her to show off to your bandmates. Don't do that. I know you're better than this." She said.

"No, you got it all wrong, Eleanor," I said sternly. "I'm in love with her, and you said that because you're jealous!"

"Jealous? Me?" she scoffed. "The only person I'm jealous with is Ramona, because she's going to France for the winter break, and I'm not! Now, good day to you, George. Why don't you fuck that girlfriend of yours now, instead of wasting your time speaking to me?"

Before I could say anything, she hung up. Clever girl.

Author's Note: Bye, everybody! If you review, you will find the four most handsome men that ever walked on earth in your bedroom when you get home from school! Have a wonderful day, everybody! Love you!