Things have a way of not surprising me anymore, not like they used to. Guess it started back a long time ago.
My father was a member of the House of Lords, a politician, notably one of the most lowly, disagreeable and pathetic creatures you'd ever meet. He'd ran for Prime Minster once, and a lot of people say he never got over losing it. In the middle of his campaign, he managed to get a sixteen year old lobbyist pregnant, and to cover it up he wasted most of his campaign budget. I never knew much about the girl, only that she was my mother, was small and pretty, and died shortly after having me.
Now a big shot politician couldn't have a teenager's death and a little girl under his belt, so he paid off her family to keep quiet, and kept me completely hidden from the public, keeping me locked up in his manor in Southampton, and seeing me only when he felt guilty. I didn't care for him much, he never got my name right, and talked in riddles and ways I couldn't understand. I wanted to go out and see the world, and it wasn't long before I realized that he was the reason I had to stay inside all the time, unlike other kids. I don't think he ever really cared much for me, considering. He was after all a selfish man, most men of his practice seem to be.
He never kept his promises, never once. That's probably why I have a hard time with promises now. I cried more when Buddy Holly's plane crashed than I did when his did, and I guess that's a bit of selfishness he taught to me and kept with me. He did live to be sixty to be fair. It was still sudden, and soon. I was removed from the large manor in Southampton, to Liverpool, to live with a forth cousin of my fathers, Eugene Thompson.
I was seven then, but I never forgot how in the bat of an eye your whole entire world could collapse on you, and because of that I never have taken kindly to surprises. So when Paul McCartney turned to me that evening at dinner and said he had a surprise for me, I already expected the worst, despite being in high sprits about America.
"Oh come on now you what's that look for?" He asked, watching my face sink.
"I'm not one for surprises Paul, you know that."
"Aye but you'll like this surprise, I promise."
"Paul, you do know everyone already established the fact that I'm most likely going on tour with you, right?" I asked. I was sitting between Paul and John, across from Ringo who was next to George. Mal and Neil the two other roadies sat at the end of the table on one end, and at the other end sat Eppy, Mr. Martian and Thompson, who seemed to be having a fine chat, even if Thompson was most of the talking.
"Yep but that's not the surprise."
"Oh come on, just tell me. My birthday's March third, you know that don't yah, if it's anything to do with that-"
"Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, never could handle a surprise could ya?" Ringo remarked cutting in.
"Just tell me." I begged ignoring Ringo.
"Here, read it yourself." Paul quickly grabbed a letter from his breast pocket. I picked it up hurriedly, putting on my thick glasses so I could read it. But as soon as I looked down to read John started to laugh.
"Hey ol' four eyes, what's with the glasses love?" John grinned, snatching the letter from me. "Got yer self an admirer eh?" He added in a faux American accent.
"Hey! John give it back!" I snapped, reaching for my letter. "Coming from someone who needs to be hand guided to the toilet." I added patting my reading glasses.
"Hey John give it baaacccck!" John whined mocking me and switching hands holding the letter while keeping it out of my reach.
"John!" I growled. He only let out another laugh and this time Paul joined him.
"God dammit Johnny!" I jumped up again at the paper and missed again. Now the ordeal had gained the attention of George, Ringo.
John pretended to read the letter, seeing all the attention he got. "Why dearest Peggy how I yearn for thy bosom-"
"You creep! That's not what it says!" I continued to grab for my letter while John made up a horrendous made up story of what it said. Eventually I knew it was useless and stopped. When he had finished I held out my hand for the letter.
"Are you happy now, can you give me my letter?" I asked annoyed.
"I dunno can I?" John asked himself, sipping at his drink and glaring at me slyly.
"John please-" I began.
"Oops" With that John slipped the letter into a random passing by waiters apron, as he walked on unknowing. My eyes narrowed and I had to take huge breaths to keep from murdering John Lennon.
"That better not have been personal!" I glared to Paul as if asking him.
"Er- um kinda." Paul seemed to be a bit dazed.
"Oh come on Peg, I doubt it was too bad." Ringo told me, good naturedly. "If it was Paul wouldn't have let John take it in the first place."
"Well it was a surprise of some sort." I muttered, not so sure.
"You done with that?" George asked, looking at my nearly finished plate, clearly no longer interested any with where the conversation about my surprise letter was going.
"Yep, here George." I scooted my plate over to him and he thanked me quickly.
"Paul, Just tell me what it said." I continued. Paul was looking at some girls at the table behind us and hadn't heard me.
"Huh?"
"Ugh, never mind, I'll tag down the waiter, but I swear if you do anything more to me, especially you John-"
"Oi, get a sense of humor eh, I was only foolin' you know that Peggy. You're like the bands personal square. 'Sides, you owe me you know, for taking care of you know who." John pointed throws Eppy, who was beginning to look, bored of Thompson stupid idle chatter.
I sighed and walked off in the direction of the waiter searching for my letter. I wasn't sure what I was going to find, but I was hoping it wasn't another surprise. I hate surprises you know.
So on a rather lame cliffhanger thus ends chapter two. I was feeling lonely and bored and felt like updating so I kinda made a little fill in chapter, which also kinda fills in Peggy Sue herself in a way. Square means nerd by the way in sixties slang just so you know if you didn't. I want to of course thank my two reviewers, Crash Solar X and Annadog40, and I'll have your characters up and in soon, as soon as I know more about them and find a way to incorporate them. Remember if anyone wants there OC in this, just say so and I'll be more than happy to add them. And if anyone has any tips, complaints, or thoughts about the story I love feedback and will greatly appreciate any review, even if you think my story sucks, because I love to improve.