Run For Your Life {Beatles Fanfic}

Nine - Evening

There was really nothing else I could do. Looking around the lovely but lonely house, I grabbed my coat and headed out. It was way past noon, and I decided to head out for lunch. By myself.

I frowned.

I was alone; I was never alone. Someone always wanted to go somewhere with me, therefore I was always busy my last year of high school. Now everyone was off to art college, and I'm left here wondering what the hell I'm going to do with my life.

But I didn't show it and acted like I knew what I was doing.

I took a bus to downtown, searching for a place to get something to eat. I strolled into a café with not many people in it and took a seat, ordering a sandwich and a coke.

More Beatles posters and banners and signs were plastered on the café windows, and my head swirled as I read them. They had five more dates here, each about a week apart. They were spending Christmas here then, unless they flew back. And New Year's. I took a munch of my sandwich, not really tasting it anymore.

I left the waiter a decent tip and ambled down the sidewalk once again. I did a bit of window shopping as each window was outlined in Christmas lights and display shelves glittered with teddy bears and little games and such. I longed for a family to buy presents for. My folks wouldn't have cared if I bought them anything unless it was money. They'd use it to buy new beakers and other shit for their haphazard labs.

Of course, one window was proudly displaying socks, shirts, and shoes adorned with each band member's face. A pair of parents stopped beside me, laughing at the display.

"Isn't this what Susie would want, dear? A Beatle wardrobe?" The father chimed.

"Oh yes, she'd squeal. Maybe we could get her one piece, but not too much so she won't go overboard." The mother proclaimed, and they went in the store, the door chime echoing in my head. I grasped my forehead, feeling a sudden pain. Headache.

I adjusted my wool hat to protect myself from the winter chills and started walking home. There was one crazy street vendor who managed to be out in the cold. He stopped me as I was walking. "Ma'am, ingredients won't be as fresh as today! Come get your picks!" I looked at the colorful vegetables inside the market and steam coming from the bread.

"Alright, thank you," I said, walking into the market with an idea.

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I arrived home silently to silence. I didn't buy anything, and it angered me, but the idea was still in my head. I was gonna make them dinner one day, whether I liked them or not. I had to prove myself as a grown women and not some pesky, needy teenager.

I sat by the counter with a mug of coffee when I heard the roar of a car engine. The boys arrived. I lifted myself up to open the door, but Ringo swung the door open, a tight, forced smile on his face as he looks at me. The rest of them shuffle in, no more happier than Ringo. I tried to say something, but I didn't know what.

Paul was the last to enter, and he shut the door with a click. They all kicked off their shoes and took off their hats, almost monotonously. Ringo took a stand by the fire and warmed his hands. George breezed into the kitchen without a glance at me. John went and disappeared. Paul was left, looking at me as usual.

"P-Paul," I tried.

"Do y-you want to go for a walk Alice?" He said through worried eyes. I glanced at Ringo and George, on opposite sides of the room, backs turned to us. The feeling in this house was unsettling.

"What happened?" I asked, backing up against the counter, feeling apprehensive. My headache was slowly creeping in again.

George turned around from the fridge. "Go with him, Alice." He gently commanded, then snapped a bite of an apple and turned to go.