We each grab a plate and I find my milk carton on the counter and the lads take the seats at the table so I lean against the counter, which I'm fine with. We all quickly eat our delicious and filling dinner before making a pile of our plates and forks in the sink and John ran off to grab the games.
"What's your favorite game, Court?" Paul asks me as we sit at the table and I look up to meet his eyes.
I think a few seconds before answering him and I rule out games that aren't yet invented in this time, so I finally come to a conclusion.
"Uh probably scrabble." I reply and he nods his head.
"I like scrabble too, maybe we should play that one first." he proposes and right then John walks in with a small tower of games in his arms and he sets them on the cleared counter.
"What will it be first, mates?" he questions and George and Ringo take the remaining seats at the two heads of the table.
"Scrabble, John." Paul tells him and he finds a chair to pull up and he sits across from Paul and I since we somehow came to sit on the same side.
George dashes out of the room quick to bring in the small record player and a few 45's in their sleeves. He whistles as he plugs it in, turns the volume on and places a black 45 on to drop the needle on it and music engulfs the kitchen. I smile at how the atmosphere is now perfect with music playing in the background and Paul goes to the fridge behind us to grab 5 cokes from the fridge.
"Who's going first?" Ringo asks.
"We'll all pull a tile to see who's closest to A." Paul replies and John gets the board out from the box, the cloth sack holding the tiles and the wooden racks.
He places the box back on the counter and we all grab a rack to place in front of ourselves and I hear the hiss of pops being opened. Paul grabs mine and opens mine with a metal opener and we share smiles.
"Thanks."
"Welcome." he responds and George passes me the cloth sack to pull a tile.
"B." I reply after taking it out and I hand the sack to Paul who pulls a f.
"Looks like Courtney is up first." Ringo announces and we all grab 7 tiles to place on our racks and I sit up to look at the board and my letters.
"Hmm.." I say and I tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear as I gaze at my letters and think of what word I could make with them.
I come up with one and put the first tile on the star in the middle of the board and lay the rest of my word.
"Who's keeping track of scores?" John asks and I volunteer so I'm handed a pad of paper and pen.
I write all of our names on it the long way and jot down 18 points for me.
"How'd you get 18?" John asks and I set the pen down to draw more tiles.
"Because I had the double letter score and double world score." I tell him and he seems convinced and I look to Paul who looks at his letters with a frustrated look.
I sit back in the chair and take a swig from my coke and go on to watch the game start to unravel.
"Hey, no looking!" I tell Paul who peers over my shoulder and he grins when I look at him as its my second turn.
"I'm just trying to see how you're beating us all." he states and I smile and look back to my letters.
I glance to the scores; I have 18, Paul has 15, John has 11, George has 13 and Ringo 12.
I shrug my shoulders at Paul and he chuckles and takes a drink from his near to full coke bottle. I bite my lip while thinking of what word to make and I come up with one and then record my score.
We all go two more times and the competition is starting to get fierce as somebody had dug out the hefty dictionary when nobody thought Johns latest word was really a word. It turned out not to be one, he wasn't all too pleased with that. Already we've had plenty of laughs at some people's words they've made, people getting mad and the few conversations we've had.
"I don't get how you always make such big words that get loads of points!" Paul exclaims and I shrug with blushing cheeks as I write down the score for Paul's last word and I total his points up.
"I played a lot of Scrabble with my grandma when I was younger, maybe it's from that." I reply and he winks at me while digging into the cloth sack that is slowly starting to grow light with the tiles leaving it.
Now that I think of my grandma and other family, other than my parents, I admit that I miss them. I used to spend a lot of time with my grandparents baking with my grandma, playing board games or being outside.
I leave my thoughts about them and look to Paul who looks at me with furrowed brows and either a sad or confused expression. I flash him a smile and he returns it and his troubled look fades. I sigh and look back to my rack of letters and listen to the record playing in the background. This is all so great, I wonder if and when it'll end.
I slowly raise my eyes to see Paul looking from the filling board to his tiles and he seems to be deep in thought. I move my eyes to the other 3 who are doing about the same with similar looks, and Ringo takes his tiles to make a word on the board. He tells me how many points the word is and I nod my head while writing the number down and I add it to his growing score up.
Today has been quite the whirlwind for me, with somehow coming here and meeting them. I've loved how things have been going and how nice they are to me, especially Paul. But how long will it last? I have a life back home and family, a life I don't like and some family I also don't particularly like, but I can't hide away here forever.
I shake my head trying to clear the thoughts away, I don't need to worry about that yet I don't think.
"I won, yay!" Paul exclaims as he lays his last few tiles down and we all share how much we had left after adding up our tiles.
"What game will it be next?" George questions as he stood up and went over to the record player and is now placing a new single on to play.
"How about Yahtzee?" John suggests and we get all of the scrabble stuff back into its box.
"Uh I'm not going to play lads, Yahtzee isn't my kinda game." Paul says as he stands up from his chair and he grabs his half full coke.
"I won't be playing either sorry, I'm gonna head up to bed for the night." Ringo joins and John looks to me expectantly and I stand up too.
"Yeah we should probably figure out sleeping quarters for you, love." Paul states and I take my coke and follow him to the couch where we sit.
"Are you sleepy yet?" he asks and I shake my head, but I'm getting there.
I look to my lap as I hold the coke bottle and I stay quiet as I think and I'm thankful I don't have to go to college tomorrow where I have some test that I wasn't ready for. I didn't want to study for it as much I needed to and man am I glad that I don't have to worry about it anymore.
"Court, is something wrong?" Paul mutters and I raise my eyes to see his hazels looking at me.
"Uh no, nothing's wrong." I kind of lie because I'm still very confused about this all and I wish I knew even the slightest of what's going on right now with me being here.
I think about telling Paul that I'm from the future, because I basically am, but would he even believe me? We hardly know each other and I'm afraid he would think I'm pulling some joke or trying to be funny by saying that. I open my mouth to tell him but I shut it and decide against telling him that now, maybe I should wait until a later time when we know each other better and trust the other.
"Actually yeah I am kind of tired." I admit as I'd like to get some sleep to take all of this off my mind.
"Ah okay. I'm tired too, so uh I'm just gonna go change and then I'll be right back down. You should change too." he replies and I nod my head before we part for our own ways and I go to the bathroom to slip into the comfy outfit he borrowed me earlier.
I walk back out after stowing those new clothes of mine into the boutique bag and I find Paul to be in pajama pants and a t shirt coming down the stairs.
"Hey love. So um you can take me bed upstairs and I'll just sleep on the couch. I'll just get another blanket for you and a pillow for me." Paul states generously.
"No, I can take the couch and you can keep your bed." I object and he stands on the last step and I stand a foot or two away from him.
"Nah, I don't want you having to sleep on that uncomfortable couch. I'd rather you sleep in my bed, love." he replies and I follow him to the closet by the door and he grabs a green comforter and white pillow.
He closes the door and I follow him upstairs to see a short hallway with only a few doors and I find John to have one bedroom and Paul the other. Paul leads me into his bedroom and he lays the comforter on his twin bed and I think of an idea.
"What if one of us was to sleep on the floor?"
"I can." he volunteers and he finds a sleeping bag downstairs that he brings upstairs and lays on the floor to the right of the bed to lay down in.
"Are you sure you'll be comfy enough down on the floor?" I ask him as I get into his bed and I hand him the comforter I don't need that he lays down under the sleeping bag.
"I'll be fine love, don't you worry." he says and I nod my head before he shuts off the lamp and slips into the brown sleeping bag.
"If you need anything just wake me." he advises and I pull the gray blanket on his bed up to my shoulders, am I really about to sleep in Paul McCartney's bed?
"Thanks Paul, I really appreciate it." I fail with using words to thank him and I hear him move around to get comfortable.
"Ah of course, love."
"Goodnight Paul." I say after a minute and I stare into the darkness of his bedroom.
"Goodnight Courtney." he replies and I close my eyes.
I lay there thinking of course as I try to process what's going on, even though I'm not coming up with a thing, and I hope that this isn't some dream I'll wake up from in the morning. I sigh and snuggle into Paul's comfy bed and soon drift off to sleep with him laying on the floor next to me.