"Maybe baby, I'll have you-o-o-o, maybe baby you'll be true, maybe baby I'll have you for for me!" I was nine years old, the year was 1958, and it was March. I was skipping down to Jacki's house, but I wasn't looking for Jacki, I was hoping to bump into her handsome brother, Woolton's most feared jack ass, John Winston Lennon.
Back in those days, I thought that if I proved I was a amazing musician, by perhaps getting all the chords right in a tiny number, I'd win John's approval and heart. His opinion was my world.

And then there was the beautiful and free Julia, John and Jacki's mother, who at the time I believed was the most lovely woman in the entire world. And to me she was. Sometimes, when I was over late, or when I went to watch John and his band, she'd offer to walk me home. And I loved any time I got with Julia to pieces. I liked to pretend my own mother was like Julia, young, beautiful, spirited and free.
But that day, on my way to the Dykins place, I was ambushed. Julie (or really Julia, but I called her Julie to not confuse her with her mother) opened the door and lead me inside just as usual, and told me John was with Julia in the parlor. I eagerly ran in, expecting to see them practicing guitar chords, but instead they scared half to death, by shouting "Surprise! Happy birthday!"and popping out from behind the sofa.

I looked around bewilderedly as Julia handed me a very large long box in the shape of a guitar and lead me to the sofa. John was grinning, Mr. Dykins was in the corner sighing, and Jacki was smiling back at me reassuringly.

"Happy birthday Peggy!" Julia laughed. "Go on, open it."

I nodded too surprised to question her. I ripped open the cardboard and there it was, sitting in my lap, my very first guitar. It looked a bit like John's, a small, cheap Gallotone hollow body, but it was the gem of my eye, and the greatest gift anyone had ever given me. I must've sat there crying out of joy for a short while, before I could find words to say anything to anybody.

"Oh thank you, thank you all. But I can't take it, it's too-" I began, biting my lip.

"Nonsense Peggy, I was thinking of buying you one for ages, after all the next Wanda Jackson needs a guitar don't you think? Johnny boy here helped me order it, didn't you John?" Julia said.

"Yep, that fellow you live with won't mind will 'e? You can keep it 'ere if you'd like. And it was nothin', just something to mess about with. I'll expect you'll practice every single thing missy." He added. I smiled.

"Oh I will. I don't know how I can repay you all. I've saved up almost a quint, I don't make much on my paper runs, but I should be able to repay you some fall." I was excited now, imagine my own guitar, a instrument all my own. I could've died then and been the happiest girl alive.

"Oh stop that, it's a gift, for turning nine." Julia insisted.

"Ooo, she's older than you now Jacki." Julie laughed.

"So!" Jacki shook her head. "I'll live longer."

"Well why don't we let her play then. Come on Peggy, show us what you know." John suggested. "Play a birthday number, like, you're nine, you're beautiful and you're mine."

I blushed as John winked at me and started singing "Your Sixteen Your Beautiful and Your Mine" replacing sixteen with nine, while I tried my best to remember the chords which didn't turn out so well. It was perhaps the worst thing I'd ever played, and John'd ever sang to, but by the end of the song we were all so cracking up and it didn't matter.

And when Julia walked me home that evening, I figured I'd just had the world's best neighbors and friends. And while I adore the Dykins, sometimes I really wonder why I found John so amazing back in those days. The Beatles first U.S tour was one of those times.

7 February 1964, Pan Am Flight 101 for New York,

"Peggy! Peggy! Get up the planes on fire were about to crash!"

The scream tore though my ear and I quickly snapped out of my sleep, falling out of my seat horror stricken. I jumped up hollering before realizing the plane was fine, but the other passengers, most reporters, weren't too happy about my outburst.

I groggily apologized and then turned behind me to face a snickering Lennon. I guess in my anger I just sort of forgot about the fact that John was my friend and sort of just went all out on him, grabbing and hitting at his face while shouting at him. George, who insisted sitting near Cher who was sitting next to me had to pry me off him, with the aid of Cher and Cynthia who had been sitting next to John and looked upset with him too.

"John Winston Lennon why the bloody 'ell you'd do that for! You spooked the shit out of me you dirty bastard! I'll murder, I bloody will!"

"Language." Paul muttered half heartily, he was sharing a row of seats with Ringo and taking up most of it, he must've been sleeping too, because he had a pillow out and everything.

"I told you that was cruel. It was funny though." Ringo remarked. "Let Peggy go on, she's hilarious when she gets all feisty."

"No! Get her off! She'll mess up my face!" John managed, though he was still grinning at me which only made me more angry.

"Come on Peggy, he's not worth it. Trust me." George remarked. I wasn't really listening as usual, but I did stop, but it wasn't because of George. It was because I fell into a coughing fit and had to let go and sit back down.

"Geeze Peggy, sure you're not still sick?" Ringo wondered. "I could ask Mal to go and get you something if you are?"

"On a plane?" I asked through coughs.

"Well you've got a point."

"That reminds me, I really gotta take a shit." John stated, looking at his hair in the planes window and fixing it up.

"Remember, Eppy wouldn't let me back at the airport, said I'd miss the flight."

"Then go." Cynthia suggested, rolling her eyes.

"Somebody should go with me."

"Want me to hold your hand in case you fall in?" Cher sneered.

"Actually that sounds lovely Cher, please do. I wrote a whole song about holding you're hand you know."

"Ew, John go yourself you filthy swine." George objected quickly.

"Ooo, look at that, King George coming to the rescue." John winked at George while he shook his head.

"Fine, if none of my lovely, caring friends, including my own wife won't go with me, I'll fine someone." John snorted.

"Shhh! John I'm trying to sleep!" Paul yelled, not opening his eyes.

"Well, well, well somebody's a grumpy Paulie Waulie poo poo today." John sneered.

"Meh." Paul simply stuck out his tongue and rolled over so his back was turned to us.

"Always like Paul to keep himself up the night before something big." Ringo remarked.

"I'll bet Jane keep him real busy last night, look she's wore him out." John observed. Paul flipped them off individually and we all sort of laughed.

"Stop it you guys, leave him be." Cynthia said hitting John lightly. He grinned wickedly on her.

"Couldn't it'd be unnatural too. We pester each other."

"It's true, it's how they bond and show their love for each other." Cher managed.

"I am not a fag Cher, Princess Pansy Paul hear probably is, but not me."

"Yep John, your straight as a branch." I giggled.

"That's right, thank you Peggy." John nodded, proud of himself.

"Branch's are like the curviest thing in the world, you know that right?" George added.

"Well maybe to you fags, seeing as you don't have any byrds." John shot back lightly.

"What about Maureen, last I checked she was a girl, you can even ask Georgie on that one, our little man whore?" Ringo smiled.

"True, I forgot, you two love sharing women. I suppose lil' Chery beary will be yours in a moth or so Rings?"

"What?" Cher asked confused.

"What? I'm totally not going with George John, what are you talking about?" John mocked in a disturbing high pitched woman voice.

"I'm not." Cher said looking both confused and annoyed. George shook his head but this time he looked pissed.

"Whatever, look I forgot why I was standing." John sighed.

"You had to take a shit." Paul called.

"Right." John cleared his throat. "Attention everybody on Pan Am Flight 101 to New York, I John Lennon have to use the bathroom. It's a number two. If anyone would like to escort me to the washroom I'd be delighted. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your flight!"

Several laughs and 'huh?"'s broke out. Cynitha face palmed and I sort of lost it laughing.

"Oh so you all think this is funny huh? Yeah real funny that a grown man is scared of a airplane bathroom huh? You're all awful. You, yes you in the hat, you're awful! And you, yeah you in the ugly dress you're awful! And you with the ugly face you're disgusting."

"John, you're pointing to Peggy." Cnythia stated.

"Exactly."

"John you're a true pansy, any straight man would find me attractive." I bragged, pretending to play with my hair and looking smug.

"Ha ha you got me, congrats, but if I die in there, or never return, you can all tell the story of what ass holes you all were!" John pretended to yell, laughing at himself as he ran to the bathroom.

"Yeah because the Twilight Zone is in the bathroom of a airplane." Cher called, rolling her eyes.

"There was the one episode were the bloke broke the window of the plane and killed everyone." John called back.

"Hey John if you find Rod Serling tell him I think he's fine lookin'!" I called.

"Oh Peggy that's disgusting, he's like thirty something." Ringo scoffed.

"Hey, he's good looking, has a amazing voice, and is somewhat creepy, what's to hate?" I argued.

"You know you just described this whole band right?" Ringo reasoned.

"Nah, you lot are my brothers and my mates, it's a different sort of thing." I explained.

"And Rod Serling's like your fathers age." Ringo added.

"Must run in the family." George teased.

"Guess so." I sighed and decided to get out some of the crazy load of school work I'd been assigned. Teaching myself algebra wasn't exactly my favorite thing in the world, but with John gone for a bit I had a chance of some sanity and concentration. None of the boys were exactly top notch students, and they didn't really understand school work and the whole work hard to pass school sort of thing.

"Oh Peggy-sus whatcha got that out for?" Ringo wondered, peering over at me.

"Numbers and letters, ick." George answered, swiping it from me.

"Hey I needed that-"

"Cyn you know how to do this?" George asked. Cynthia blinked.

"I might. How come?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"We need Peggy for a bit." George said. "There are pranks to be played."

"Yes!" Cher muttered under her breath.

"And revenge." Ringo added. "I for one didn't like that strewadess's attitude."

"And I think she spit in my tea!" George added. "Plus there's the our good friend John and our Neil. And lets not forget Rip Van Winkle over there." He pointed to Paul who'd resumed to sleeping, or faking it.
Cynthia shared everyones lust for revenge and pranks and her eyes shone happy to get to have a role in some fun.

"I'd be more than happy to do Peggy's homework then." She concluded.

"Great, now come on you lot, I've got some ideas." George took lead, motioning for us to follow him to some empty seats in the back.

"Get him good for me." Cynthia called to us, and I saw her smiling sweetly as if she'd asked us to pray for her husband. But that was how we were, when you ticked someone, they either owed you a solid, or would take it out in pranks. Neil had scolded us like Eppy, the stewardess was short and snappy with us, and John, well John was John but he needed something to keep him in line. If not for us for Cynthia.
I would make sure I got something in on John, for pulling his little fake crash stunt on me, but I had n clue what George, Ringo and Cher had planned. And I doubt anyone could've believed what type of pranks you could play on a airplane.

Trust me, I hardly do and I was there.

So here is chapter eight! We're almost to America, and the Beatles fan's ten, number nine(you might not get this, but you probably all will). This chapter was a fun one, but I wrote four drafts for it, originally it started in the airport, but I figured that was boring and started it in a flashback(which was probably worst). Anyways here it is and I hope you all like it!:). Sorry it takes me fifty years to get a chapter up, I'm a very busy, sleep deprived teenager(school starts at seven on the dot, and so when I get home I'm too exhausted to write usually.)In Canadian summer(in case any of yous are in the Southern Hemisphere) I'll be free to write a ton more, but I'll try my absolute best to get things out quick as I can.
So this time I got a ton of reviews, so I might mess up your names and I apologize.
Crash Solar: Thanks a ton for your kind reviews and supporting my little story in your much better one. It really is kind of you to support my story as you have:) BFM.
George is Mine: Thanks for being a loyal reviewer as well. Love your suggestions, they really are helpful for when I can't think of what to write. And as for Miss. Epstien and Mr. Harrison, I don't know, does your chewing gum lose it's flavor on the bespost every night? Doesn't the eastern flavor come expensive?It's one of those unanswered questions right now and I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what becomes of them;) .
Somewhere Girl: Thanks for reviewing. And yes, I love the sixties in general, and there was a sixties before the Beatles and during the Beatles, in fact, the early, mid and late sixties were all so different that they could be considered different decades. After all the Beatles weren't the sixties, there was Dion, Kennedy, telephone booth stuffings and etc. I love that you noticed my little sixties extras, I feel that you should show the sixties not just state them if that makes sense, I wish more fanfictions would do that. Oh and the sick George thing, I think you may have caught something there(whistles quietly in the background).
The Dreamer: I love constructive criticism and the fact you read all of this pretty poorly transitioned story means a lot. I'll try to do better. As for George, well he was a normal person aside from a Beatle, and normal people tend to stutter a bit when nervous or uneasy over something, and I was trying to convoy that. I assumed George would act like that if he was nervous, especially if he didn't want anyone knowing about something. I might be wrong though, but I do try to portray the boys as both real and themselves. And yes I am a Buddy Holly fan(How'd you know?x)). And I really like him. A lot.
Princess Paulie: 'ello there! Great review, I love long reviews. I loved your points, and agree with you on most of them. The 'award one' is super sueish and cringe worthy and I just now realized Peggy's slipping into that. I tried making her confident this time around, and less annoying teenager who wallows in self hate. Jane and Maureen won't be in the fic much, mainly because they weren't in the tour, I just wanted to show the boys as accurate as possible. And yes, though Maureen and Jane didn't stay with there Beatles, they were still strong, independent real Beatles-girls if you'd call it, and I wanted them in it a little. They'll be mentioned some. As for Cyn, she sticks around until after New York when she goes back home. Cher and Peggy are sisterly friends, like Peggy has a brother-like friendship with the boys, she fights with them like siblings would, and also looks up to them, but there still just a group of buddies.
Fan Down Under: Sorry I have a hard time updating fast. I'm glad you like my story though.
Spencer: Thanks for the feedback, I love it when you all review.
Wew, that was a lot, but that's a good sign, this fic is growing and it makes me super happy. Now I feel I should explain some sixties references in this chapter. The Twilight Zone, in case you didn't know was a popular science fiction program in the sixties, and Rod Sterling was the creator and narrator of it. I recommend watching it if you never have.
"Maybe Baby" Was a 1957 Buddy Holly hit.
Rip Van Winkle was an America guy who fell asleep for twenty years.

The title "I'm Gonna Set my Foot Down" is yet another Holly song.

And I think that's all. Review if you could and stay fab!