Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on! (The Beatles X Reader)

Chapter 7

"Looking good." Scott remarked, watching Y/N walk in. She had been working there for a few weeks and Scott had been nothing but "helpful". He was nice when he wanted to be, but he could also be overbearing. Her job wasn't too hard and paid a decent amount for a woman in the 1960s. They had gotten a new package of records that afternoon and Scott asked her to open it with him. Inside were the latest records of Elvis Presley, Ray Charles, and Dean Martin. Scott went on an entire spiel about the music that Y/N tuned out. It didn't interest her as much as it used to since now she was surrounded by it. Finally, after what felt like forever, Scott let her get back to work. The bell on the door rang as two familiar men walked in. Scott was busy looking at his new records and he yelled at Y/N to work the desk. Rolling her eyes, she went out to see who had come in. 

"Hiya, Y/N!" George sang with Paul at his side. The two had the new Elvis record in their hands. 

"Hey there Georgie!" She smirked, coming out from behind the counter. George gave a slight eye roll and elbowed Paul in the ribs. 

"OH-er, hello luv..." Paul quickly said. He looked distracted. 

"The new records are here!" George smiled. He was a ray of sunshine in the gloom of the store. 

"I know...I was the one who had to make sure they were in our system." Y/N laughed. George walked over to the counter ready to pay. Y/N looked expectantly to Paul who seemed to not be paying attention to either of them. She shrugged and went to let George pay for his items. Scott came out from the back, wiping the sweat off his head. 

"Well, if it isn't the Beatle Brothers." Scott snickered to himself, to the confusion of George. 

"Have we met?" George asked, looking at Y/N. Scott laughed and walked up to a much shorter George. He patted him on the back, making George tense up. 

"I'm Y/N's boss technically." He explained, "It's just me and her all day together." Scott winked at Y/N. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day. George wiggled away from Scott, uncomfortably. Paul was glaring at him from a far. 

"How...brilliant." George added, pretending to be interested in his record. Scott shrugged and walked back behind the counter. Paul finally came over to pay for his things. Him and George spilt the bill. 

"Why don't you introduce me, Y/N." Scott suggested, gesturing to Paul and George. 

"Wouldn't you like to know." Paul hissed as Scott frowned. 

"That's Paul." Y/N mumbled, "And that's George." 

"My name's Scott, pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand for a shake. Paul reluctantly took it, but George turned around to leave. "Wonder what his deal is." 

"I don't know, maybe it's you." Paul muttered as he followed George. Once the two left, Y/N glared at Scott. 

"What in the world did you do?" She snapped at him. 

"I was just stating facts." Scott remarked. 

"You were implying that we were in some sort of relationship!" Y/N yelled. Scott raised his eyebrow. 

"I guess you picked up on the hints then..." He muttered to himself. She sighed. 

"I've gone out with them." She replied. His eyes grew with shock. 

"Oh, you're dating? Well, this is awkward." Scott made a nervous smile. "I didn't mean to flirt in front of your boyfriend...s." 

"It's complicated...I'm not interested in you and I would appreciate if you treat me normally." Y/N pleaded. Scott nodded. 

"Of course, friends?" Scott asked. 

"Friends." She replied, "If I find anybody, I can try and maybe set you up." Y/N heard a new customer come in. 

"I'd like that." Scott smirked before someone pulled him away for assistance. Y/N wondered why he had been so quick to become friendly. Maybe he was doing it for appearances. She was going to have to learn more about him at some point. He had something to hide. On the other hand, Paul seamed distracted by something. Maybe George would be able to tell her what was going on with him. After her shift, she went out to where the Beatles would be performing that night. George was sitting at a table watching Ringo do a drum solo. Y/N walked over to him. 

"Hey George." She waved and sat next to him. 

"Oh, hiya, Y/N. I didn't expect you to be here." He exclaimed. 

"I just wanted to ask about Paul earlier--" 

"He's been a rough patch lately." George began, "He's getting bored of the music we've written and he's been trying to come up with the perfect song!" The perfect song? What music would they release in the next year? One of those had to be what he was trying to come up with now. Maybe "Love Me Do" was what he would come up with. 

"Oh...do you think he has an idea of what he wants?" She asked as George shrugged. 

"It could be anything. I know he's been thinking of a love sort of song or something." George continued. It had to be "Love Me Do" right? It didn't matter, but it was interesting to know the next era of the Beatles was near. She was going to be there the whole time, at least for awhile. If she had arrived in 1961 and approaching 1962, then she still had at least seven years still in the past. She missed her family, her friends, and everything about the modern world. The only thing that made her happy were the joyful Beatles and maybe even Scott. Things were slow, but she didn't know how quickly it all could come crashing down on her. 

"When are you guys playing next?" She asked. 

"Three days from now and at the same place." George responded. 

"Great, thanks! I'm going to bring a friend." Y/N said with glee. George smiled. 

"We get to meet your friend for the first time, huh?" George asked a glimmer of curiosity in his eye. 

"I'm afraid you already met him." Y/N smirked. George's face dropped immediately. Y/N could practically feel his unhappiness. "Don't worry. We had a chat." 

"I'll take your word for it." George sighed. "If he treats you like he did I'll--" 

"George...I can handle myself. Also, no offense, but he would crush you." Y/N laughed at the thought. He frowned, but he couldn't hold in his bubbling laugh. 

"What are you talking about! I'm the strongest man you've ever met!" George joked as they continued to laugh. 

"Maybe the strongest boy." Y/N retorted. The two giggled and giggled until Ringo stopped his drumming to yell at the two of them. 

"Really Georgie! In the middle of my performance!?" Ringo yelled. 

"When would I not?" George laughed at him. Ringo rolled his eyes with a smile. Gosh, were the Beatles interesting. 

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Sorry for the uneventful chapter. I needed a Segway into the next part of the story. I'm pretty sure the next chapter will also be like this because we'll be skipping like a year here soon, so we can get to the next long stretch. So, anyways here is the chapter yay!!!!