Yesterday & Today (The Beatles FanFiction)

Help!

John got up from his seat and started to pace around anxiously.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," I heard him mutter to himself.

"It's true! I swear, see thats why I'm dressed so 'weird' this is normal when I'm from." Paul got up as well. I looked over at George for a hint of sympathy, however his expression just looked blank.

"Charlotte, what are you talking about?" Ringo asked. I got up from the couch.

"I'm from the future! I know how it sounds. It sounds so fucked up, but it's true! One minute I was in my room listening to your song," I pointed at Paul who was now standing across the room.

"...and the next I was lying on the floor of the studio! Paul you saw me!" John had begun to walk out the door. I called to him, but he ignored me and continued to distance himself from the living room. I started to feel sick to my stomach, sick of regret. Why did I have to ruin it? Things were going so well. I was becoming friends with these guys, like I knew I always could. However, a friendship based on lies wasn't something I wanted for myself either. I heard a loud crash coming from where John had gone off to.

"Don't fucking flip your wig, John!" George shouted to him. We heard another large crash, with foul words coming from John, George took a quick glance at me and then went running off after him. Paul was still glaring at me from the other end of the room, while Ringo just sat in silence.

"Look, I know what your thinking, that I'm just a silly fan girl who Is just trying to take you on a ride for fame. I get that. But you just got to trust me," I scatted my body trying to find something that might work as evidence. I noticed that I still had my shoulder bag. I plucked it onto the floor and began hauling things out, first came my wallet. I quickly pulled out my drivers license, and practically shoved it into his face.

"See, it has my birthday on it! August 10th 1994. See 1994!" I physically pointed out the four numbers. Ringo took the piece of certification and looked at it intently, my guess trying to find out how I "faked" it. I scurried over to my bag again. Filed through school papers and other things that I probably should have gotten ride of, but in the midst I pulled out my iPod and raised it above my head and sang the hallelujah chorus, out loud too.

"What is that," Paul asked quietly. I took it and flipped to Music, and then played it out loud for them. That all to familiar tune began to play through the small speakers.

Da da da, da da dun dun da
Da da da, da da dun dun da
if theres anything that you want
if there's anything I do
just call on me and ill send it along
with love from me to you.

Paul and Ringo looked astonished.

"It's called an iPod, it's how we listen to music in the future." I held the small device that was oh so famillar to me, yet very foreign to these two men that stood before me in such a confused state. The song was still playing quite loud through the tiny speakers, and Paul slowly started to come towards the sound. He looked at me questionably and I held out the music player for him to see it. He reached and took it into his own palm and held it as if it were a live creature of some sort. He analysed it thoroughly with his eyes, not moving the iPod from the position he had taken it in. Ringo got up to surround Paul and the foreign device.

"Press the two little triangles pointing to the right," I suggested. He scanned the iPod and then looked at me funny.

"How do I do that,the only symbol like that is on the screen," he inquired.

"Yeah, you touch the one on the screen," He did so, and a different song began to fill the room once again.

"Close you eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember to always be true

And while I'm away
I'll write home everyday;
and I'll send all my loving to you

Paul looked at me again, this time with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"You listen to us Charlotte?" he asked poking my side.

"This is the part your surprised about?" I asked him in disbelief.

"This thing is incredable!" Ringo said still flipping through a play-list I made of their earlier stuff.

"What else can it do?" He and Paul both stared at me intently.

"What, can't it do is really the question," I giggled.

" Well to cover the basics you can listen to music of course, watch movies or televison shows and I have some games on there too,"

"Oh I want to play a game!," Ringo shouted. I hooked him up to play "Fruit Ninja" taught him some simple maneuvers and he went to town, slicing fruit and what not. As Ringo was keeping himself occupied Paul and I took a seat on the couch. Paul had acquired my drivers license and was studying it rather curiously.

"You're middle name is Lennon?" Paul asks. 

"Yeah," I started to blush. 

"My dad is a big fan of John, so I'm kind of named after him." I said awkwardly, wishing this would never be brought up in front of John. 

"Can you not tell him, he will never let me hear the end of it." I pleaded. He mimed zipping his lips shut with a smile. 

"So you are really from the future, aren't you Char?

"Yeah, I am, and trust me, I'm just as freaked about this thing just as much as you are." I said. 

 "See, with you guys you just have to deal with me, but on my side of things I have to put up with no computers, no snack packs and you lot." Paul lightly shoved me and I did the same back.

"So what is this thing called again," Ringo asked, eyes glued to the screen.

"It's an iPod," I told him, still laughing from Paul.

"Why is there an apple on the back?" Paul asked curiously.

"Oh, that's the name of the company that makes it, Apple, like the fruit," I explained

"That's quite strange, in'et Paul?" Ringo questioned.

"Yeah, it is. But I quite like it actually, Apple," he said again to himself.