Two Strange Girls||A Beatles Story

Across the Time-verse

The boys came home late at night like Faith said. I don't think they were expecting me to be outside my room as well as laughing with Faith over a movie.

"Hiya, boys." I hopped off of the couch and walked up to them. I eyed George. His nose was a little swollen. (No, I did not break it.) "Sorry 'bout your nose. Wasn't thinking straight." I then spoke to all of them. "Feeling much better, so no need to worry."

I went back to the couch and went back to the movie. It was some action movie that I don't remember the name of. It was good for the sixties. I pretended to be intrigued because I didn't want to guys to talk to me. What had happened the night before was irresponsible and didn't need to happen; however, it did.

George came over to me. "Can we talk?"

I took his hand and pulled him outside. "Listen, Gramps, I don't want no speech or anything. I was more upset that you didn't tell me you had feelings for Faith and didn't come and ask me for my blessing.

"I assumed you knew. You read the note I had written to her."

"Note? Wha—" Then I remembered. When I needed a quarter or whatever Brits called them for Faith, there was a note in George's coat pocket. That was so long again. It was before we even went to America.

I started to laugh. "Oh, Georgie. Tell me you didn't ask her out on paper! Buddy, please no."

"W-well, no. I had her read it and then asked her out."

"Tsk tsk. I swear, you're going to be so lost without me. You never ask a girl out on paper. Or text, but you don't know what that means. Or a song, for that matter! Stupid, stupid Georgie."

A sharp pain spread throughout my body. I grabbed George's arm and held in a scream. It quickly subsided, but something felt off. I touched my head as a felt something itchy on my head.

I ran back inside and ran to the bathroom. The right side of my forehead was covered up by a bandage.

"What the— Faith!" I shouted.

"She's waking up!" a man shouted. I looked around the bathroom, but no one was there.

"Tessa!" Faith's voice covered the man's voice. "What happened to you?"

My lip quivered. "I-I-I d-don't know."

"Someone hold her down!" a female voice said.

"You're fading, Tessa! You're fading!"

My vision became in and out of focus.

"She's unstable!"

I started crying. "What does this mean?"

"Someone help!"

The boys all ran to the doorway. I tried walking toward one of them but stumbled. I felt Faith's thin arms catch me. I stayed down and looked at the floor.

"Her heart rate is out of control!"

"Do you know what this means?" Faith asked.

I did know. "I'm going back to the present."

"I love you, Tessa. Okay? Don't forget that."

I smiled. "I love you, too. You don't forget that. You're gonna be staying here a lot longer than me." I looked up at The Beatles. A group of British boys I once hated. "I love you guys, too." I looked directly at George. "Keep her safe."

My legs gave out.

"She's becoming calm?"

I fell to the floor. "Goodbye, nineteen sixty-three," I whispered.