(I would just like to say that this is my first Fan Fiction ever and English isn't even my native language, so I'm sorry if I'm doing something badly. The main women character - Pattie - had never existed, and she is here as a replacement for John Entwistle's real-life wife, Alison. Some dates maybe don't match with reality. 'Cause after all, it's a Fan Fiction, is it? So, hope all Wholigans, or any other people will like it!)
October 3th, 1963
It was a calm, Autumn evening, dark aisles of London seemed more silent then ever before, just few little flats had their lights on. In one of them lived two young girls.
Their flat wastn't very big, just for two people. A girl-the older one- was sitting in a small velvet armchair, reading newspapers. She had a pint of beer by her hand. She wasn't a heavy drinker at all, no, but she just did like to have a beer or two. She was not a classic bombshell girl with thousands of clothes. She seemed sweet. She had long, wavy, kind of redish-brown hair and dark hazel eyes bordered by long black lashes. Her posture was small (just something about 5'2), very petite. She wore basic denim jeans, tangerine orange shirt and a necklace with a blue ball at end. She seemed to don't like to show that she's nice. She seemed to don't even know that she's nice. She didn't look very calm, she was expecting something. Like if there was a bomb that's about to explode in few seconds. Unfortunately, she was right.
"Cissy! Ciss? Pattie, c'mon? where are ya?" yelled her cousin Katie with strong American accent, running like somebody with knife was stalking her.
Pattie just muttered something and Katie quickly sat beside the armchair.
"Have you already listen to the new Beatles album?" asked Katie with a voice full of expecting.
"....no.." said Pattie with a very silent and calm voice, but also with a large dose of disgust.
"Oh, you MUST listen to it! They're amazing! They're Brits like you are! And musicians too! Come on!"
"Well, look, you needed someone to live with, and I promised to aunt and uncle that I will look after you till you'll turn fifteen, now you actually are fifteen, and how you can see, we've both got totally different personalities, and you want to live with your.....'boyfriend' now, so please, let me finish these newspapers and a beer and I promise you that I will try to find some box to live at, but for now just please leave me alone for few minutes." she finished, still calmly.
Her cousin gave her a sort of 'I don't know what the devil you're talking about' look and she offendely walked away. Pattie just sighed and turned back at newspapers. Something caught her eye. An advertisement.
Four (almost) tidy guys-musicians are desperately looking for a room-mate, gender undefined. For more informations call --- 0709-622553
Pattie coughed and she started thinking. I need a flat, yeah, but. What if they're some psychopaths? What if they will not like me? Isn't it weird, move that blindly to four unknown people? But, all in all, what I will give for a call. She took the phone and dialed the number that was under the advertisement.
"Hello?" a man voice on the other side answered.
"Um, good evening, this is, um, Patrice Jones, I've read your advertisement in newspapers just before few moments, uh, I'm looking for some lease."
"Wow, really?" the man said cheeringly.
"Um, yep." said Pattie, who was kidna outraged by now, because Katie put her music on purpose really loud so she can hear it clearly to the other room.
"Haha I see, well, we're glad that somebody called. Can I ask how old are you?"
"...I'm ninteen."
"Oh good! Even a bit older than us....besides John....uh I'm very sorry, my name is Pete Townshend."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Townshend."
"Same to you! So, can you tell me something about you?"
"Of course, what exactly?" said Pattie a bit embarsingly
"Well, where you from, if you're going to school, if do you play something.."
"Um, so, I'm from London."
"London? Where?"
"London, England." said Pattie sarcasticly, with a bit of amusement in her voice. Pete just laughed. She heard few men laughs in the back. "I finished high school before three years. I haven't got college. I work as a session musician."
"I see. And what do you play?" asked Pete with interest
"Well, guitar, bass guitar, slide, piano, french horn, a bit violin, drums and sometimes I do backing vocals."
"...wow. Well, you're really cool then!" said Pete with admiration and Pattie got all red. "Thanks very much.." she said.
"Then I've got last question. Two questions. OK KEITH! Sorry, three questions. Do you like booze?"
"Besides vodka, yes."
"Do you like food?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Can you cook?"
" If that I put together in one plate everything that is eatable and give it to my adorable cousin as a lunch is called cooking, then yes."
"Haha it still cant be worse then when Moonie is cooking" other man voice suggested. "Hey!" the answer came. "Come on guys, be quiet for a minute," said Pete half amused and half annoyed, "ok, so you seem like a nice girl, I know you haven't met us already, but we can change it, can we? Have you got time, um, this week?"
"Yeah."
"So, what about tommorrow?"
"Ok, I'm game." said Pattie cheerfuly
"Right, come to Runcorn Avenue, um, after lunch?
"Good for me."
"Lovely. So, thanks for spending your time on us, Miss Jones!" said Pete happily
"Haha, nice to do a bussiness with you. Bye bye. And send hi from me to your bandmates!"
"Well ok! Thanks! Bye!" said Pete and he hung up the phone.
Frankly, Pattie was happy with a thing she called 'bussiness' before few moments. She went to a room where Katie was.
"Who were you talking with?" Katie asked.
"With people I will may live with. I'm going to meet them tommorrow." Pattie responsed.
Katie looked a bit surprise for a second, then she run after her and hugged her as strongly as she can. It looked kidna strange, Katie was a lot taller than Pattie, no matter she was three years younger. Pattie didn't look very enthused of it. Then Pattie went to cook dinner and when they ate everything, they went to sleep.
