Photography (A Beatles Fanfiction)

epilogue

~2 weeks later~

The last day of school. It's here. God, help me.

I begged my mom to let me stay home; we haven't been doing anything productive for the past two days due to our exams ending on Tuesday. I surprisingly did considerably well on all of them, and I aced my photography project. I used all of the pictures--except for the ones with Paul and George in them, of course. My teacher was very impressed, and made a bunch of comments on how much I've improved.

Despite all of this, my mom refused to let me skip the last day because she thought I had taken too many days off.

So there I was, sitting on a picnic bench; hot, alone, and miserable.

We were having our annual end of the year barbecue at the local park, and all of my classmates were excited since it would be our last one--we would graduate before the barbecue next year were to happen.

I would have been excited, too, if only I had someone to hang out with without feeling clingy and unwanted.

I didn't even want to bother including myself in some conversation I was barely interested in, or one where it wouldn't matter if I were there or not anyway. Therefore, I isolated myself under one of the pavilions; closing my eyes and drowning my ears into a bunch of Beatles songs.

My first week back home was very hard for me; of course, my mother questioned where all of my bags, new clothes, and new glasses came from. I simply just told her a friend of mine gave away some of her old stuff to me.  All four Beatles have been on my mind a lot ever since I returned to 2015. I cried a lot because I missed all of them, especially George. I had restless nights where I couldn't stop thinking about how much I missed him, and often found myself having dreams that he was still with me--only to wake myself up by calling his name, and seeing he wasn't laying right beside me. I also often wondered if I were to meet Paul or Ringo in this day and age, could they have still remembered who I was. But my biggest downfall was that I began to feel lonelier than ever before. I received the rude awakening of walking into school and not having anyone interested in what I had to say or what I wanted to do. I once again remembered that I really didn't have anyone here who cared about me, that I had no actual friends. And I still didn't know how to cope with that.

As I was dazed in my thoughts, I saw Vanessa and her little "group" sit down at the table across from me. They all snickered about something. I involuntarily made eye contact with Vanessa, who had a tiny smirk on her face. She rolled her eyes, then focused back on her conversation.

She looked perfect, as always. We were allowed to dress down that day, so she wore cute floral romper with a pair of white, lacy Mary Janes.

I didn't think I looked bad that day--I wore a lilac dress that George bought for me before I left Liverpool, along with the necklace he gave me. But of course, Vanessa always managed to look better than me. Plus, she thought it was cute to pretend that I was just a stranger to her. I was never going to get my best friend back.

Shaking my head, I sighed heavily and waited for them to go away, hoping that hearing George sing into my ears would make matters a little bit better.

They got up and finally disappeared to the basketball court, but then...Tanner was approaching me.

And he was alone. No one in front of him, nobody behind him.

My heart jumped, and my stomach did that stupid flip turn thing it does whenever I see Tanner. My stomach has been doing that ever since the first day I met him, and I wished it would stop already. I quickly whipped out my pocket mirror labeled PROGRESSIVE GADGETS BY JANCARSKI, making sure my face looked okay. Not like I would impress Tanner anyway, but it would make me feel better if I knew that I looked at least half decent.