Just in Time for Tea (A Dhani Harrison Fanfic)

come together! right now, over me

Gabe's POV

"Who's at the door?" I asked after I heard a knock.

"Should we check?" UNCLE GEORGE asked.

"You should, probably." I replied.

"The door is open, why dont they just come in?" Dhani wondered.

"Too shy. I guess." I suggested.

"Dad, why dont you get it." Dhani said to UNCLE GEORGE (i really dont know why its so funny but it is so its gonna be on caps lock the whole story..... Well, only till I get sick of it)

"Why me?" UNCLE GEORGE asked.

"So that if its an ax murderer, Gabe is safe with me." Dhani joked and I giggled.

"Fine, stay there cowards." UNCLE GEORGE stood up and slowly walked to the door. He placed his ear on the door probably trying to hear the voices.

"I cant hear anythin." He whispered. "Here goes nothin."

He turned the knob and the door swung open towards him and he fell to the ground. Dhani immediately stood up and helped his dad up. UNCLE GEORGE was holding his nose because it was bleeding from the blow.

I looked up to see who the people were and I couldnt believe my eyes.....

THE TRAVELING WILBURIES!!!!! HOLY CRABS!!!!! HOLY MOTHER SHIZCAKES! IT'S REALLY THEM!!!!

All those words stoll across my head leaving me speechless. For two reasons

-THE TRAVELING WILBURIES ARE HERE
-THE TRAVELING WILBURIES SMACKED UNCLE GEORGE RIGHT IN THE FACE

I guess it was a coincidence that they were here. Because I'm pretty sure they dont even know I exsist. Or should I say: I'm PETTY sure..... Lol! (For those who dont get it, Tom Petty is a member of the Traveling Wilburies)

"Hey ya, Gabe!" Bob Dlyan greeted. "I've been wanting and waiting to see you!" He didnt even bother to help UNCLE GEORGE up. Dhani was still struggling to get his dad up.

"Hi." I looked at Dhani. "Arent you gonna help your friend that you just smacked in the face?" I said to him pointing at UNCLE GEORGE.

"Harrison! How long have ya been sitting there?" He teased and helped Dhani help UNCLE GEORGE up.

"I'll get ya back on this Dylan!" UNCLE GEORGE warned.

"Here give this to him." I handed him a hand towel to give to UNCLE GEORGE.

"George, hold this up to yer nose and tilt yer head back." Tom Petty said giving him the towel.

"You okay?" I asked UNCLE GEORGE.

"Maybe. I feel a little dizzy from the smakin of the door." UNCLE GEORGE said looking up to the ceiling holding a towel on his nose.

"Why dont you close your eyes so you wont feel the world turning around you." I said and he did as I said.

"Try not to hit him as hard. He has some stuff with stuff. Ya know what I mean." Dhani said to Bob Dylan as he stroked his dad's hair. Dhani's got a fascination with hair. A very very weird interest in hair, which is kind of normal considering the fact that he has great hair.

"Sorry 'bout that, Dhani."

Dhani just nods.

"So, how is me little girl doin?" Jeff Lynne asked me. Little girl? How does he know me? "Right.... You're wondering how I know ya."

"Yeah."

"Will yer mum is me mate's best friend and when I became friends with sleepy-head Georgie, he introduced me to 'er and you. After all the concerts, I never got to see ya again. And so do these Grandpa's." He explained.