In which the illegitimate granddaughter of Beatle Paul McCartney finds herself in Liverpool in the early 1960s, falling hopelessly in love with John Lennon.
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3rd October, 1960
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It was too early to be awake, and Ruby knew that John felt the same as he yawned and rested his head against her shoulder in the van that a friend had leant them to go to the train station with. Stu, who had not yet been to sleep, was driving, and John and Ruby were on the front bench with him, with John sitting between Stu and Ruby.
"Wish Williams'd booked us a later train." John mumbled.
Ruby tried to ignore the fact that she could smell the scent that she had come to associate with John Lennon in the few days that she had known him; woodbine cigarettes and some sort of dusty musk which wasn't the most pleasant - however, when coupled with the cigarette scent, it was him, and it worked.
George and Paul, along with the band's drummer, Pete Best - who Ruby had not yet met - were meeting them at the train station.
"John," Stu said without taking his eyes off the road ahead, "we're nearly there. You need to wake up. Ruby can't be there to lug your lazy arse to Hamburg."
Ruby smiled at Stu's words because, in truth, she wanted to go to Hamburg with the band. She wanted to write a definitive biography of The Beatles in 1960 as soon as she woke up from her dream which, she was beginning to believe, would never happen - not that she minded. She had laughed more in the last few days with John and Stu - and Paul, who had popped by on Saturday - than she ever had before.
They drove in silence, John dozing off for a few minutes before they reached the train station.
Stuart pulled into a parking space and then got out. Ruby shook John gently, "we're at the station now, Lennon." He groaned and yawned, opening his eyes and smiling at the pretty girl whose shoulder he had been sleeping on.
In truth, John quite liked Ruby; he thought that she was funny and interesting - she was always talking about something that he liked to talk about, too. She was smart, but not too smart that he looked stupid in comparison with her... and she was gorgeous. Ruby looked like a supermodel all the time, and he even preferred her with dyed brown hair to her blonde, which he had never thought he would say about any girl.
Ruby helped him to get out because he was tired, but as soon as the cold, dawn smog of Liverpool hit him in the face, he was wide awake and moving her hand from his so that the other lads didn't take the piss out of him for letting a girl help him.
Ruby frowned at his sudden withdrawal, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she watched as he went to retrieve his bag from the back of the van, and then followed him as he went into Liverpool Lime Street and stared at the many platform signs in front of them.
"Did the boys not tell you what platform it was?" She asked, frowning.
"Williams told me," John grumbled, "but I wasn't listening -"
