Yesterday & Today (The Beatles FanFiction)

Act Naturally

Paul flicked on the radio as he sat behind the wheel at a stop sign. George who was in the passenger side turned the dial trying to find something good. I was in the backseat of course, in between Ringo and John. I was still a little starstruck, nonetheless I found it quite easy to be myself around these guys. It was like I had known them my whole life. Well in a way I did. The conversation was flowing a lot smoother than I had even hoped, and I was having a lot of fun. I almost forgot that I had no clue how to get home, or even if I wanted to. I could have a whole new incredible journey ahead of me, and frankly, I wanted to see it unfold.

I looked out the window on John's side and watched the sun follow us over the London skyline. John took this as me trying to stare at him I suppose because put a hand up to my face and started to twirl one of my curls through his fingers. I sighed with huff.

"John do you mind!" I turned my head facing straight ahead hoping it was a bold enough movement to make a point. Unfortunately the books were not lying when they said John Lennon was increasingly stubborn. Therefore he kept doing so, and my little out burst caught the attention of all the other boys. Paul was laughing along with George, and Ringo decided to join in on the "fun" and started playing with a piece of my hair on my other side. I sighed dramatically. Every time I tried to pull away from one of them, the other would pull my hair in their direction. John and Ringo started laughing uncontrollably at my prevalent whines. George at this point was still spinning through radio stations when he stopped at one playing a Maggie's Farm by Bob Dylan. I was a huge Dylan fan myself, so naturally I knew a fair amount of the words I began to sing along. John had noticed and let go of my hair. Thank goodness Ringo followed suit.

"You know Dylan?" John asked surprisingly.

"Yeah, of course! This is a classic,"

"A classic? Already?" Paul jumped in. Right, of course I need be more cautious of these things before I tell them I am from the future. Not knowing how to answer, I just deflected it by pretending not the hear him and began singing louder to the Dylan hit. I sporadically moved my arms to the music. John and Ringo did so as well and we started to practically shake the entire car! George was turned around to face us from the passenger side also bobbing his head and singing to the lyrics. We all attempted at our own "Dylan" voice. John's was for sure the best impression. Ringo told me mine sounded more like Popeye the Sailor Man then anything else, Paul then laughed in his best Popeye impression, which was quite good by the way. Now all of us were singing as loud as we could,

"I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more, No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more!"

As we continued through the streets of London singing along to radio hits like Elvis Presley's "Crying In the Chapel,"

"Have you guys met Elvis yet?" I quizzed the boys.

"Nope," John answered,

"We have been trying to for the longest time, but his people just keep sending us fucking merchandise, which is just bollocks,"

"But I do love the Elvis mug," Ringo added.

"Yeah, that ones great, I used mine this morning!" Paul joined in. We all laughed.

"Well, you guys will meet him by the end of the summer I promise," I reassured them, because they would, on August 27th to be exact. God, I was such a nerd.

"You promise us eh, Abbey?" John put his hand on the top of my head and ruffled my hair like you would a dog.

"Yes, John! Now stop fucking with my hair!"

"Looks like we found a bird with a dirty little mouth!," John exclaimed. The other lads made "oooo" noises to get me going.

"Oh shut it Lennon, now then, you have to promise me that when you go to meet Elvis you have to take me along" I began to scruff up his hair the way he did to mine.