When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Two - I Think I Looked Quite Spunky

Two - I Think I Looked Quite Spunky

As we walk into the 23rd café/restaurant we’ve found, a song comes on that sends Amy and a couple of other young girls, mostly around our age, crazy. Amidst the crazy dancing and singing/screaming I send Mikayla a look that says ‘what the hell?’ to which she just shrugs with a bewildered look. Obviously it’s a pretty popular song but I’d actually never really heard it before. I try listening to the lyrics above all the noise and can sort of make out a few lines.

 Oh tell me tell me tell me how to turn your love on

You can get get anything that you want

Baby just shout it out shout it out

Baby just shout it out

Huh, that’s kind of catchy. I manage to catch Amy’s arm and drag her outside the café, Mikayla hot on our tail, trying to get away from the screaming fans.

“Who sings that song?” Mikayla and I ask at the same time. We both let out surprised laughs and look over at each other.

“High five me, man boobs!” I say, referencing one of our favourite TV shows, holding my hand up for a high five. She laughs and slaps her palm against mine.

Amy just smirks, shaking her head slightly at our antics.

“One Direction,” She says, out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry, what?” I say, looking back at her, confused. She huffs in annoyance, and repeats.

“One Direction. They’re the band that sings the song which sent everyone crazy.” She explains. Mikayla and I ‘ahhh’ finally getting it.

I wait a few seconds.

“Never heard of them,” I say, and then cringe back from Amy’s stare. You’d think I’d done something horrible with the way she was staring at me.

“WHAT?!” She screeches loudly in my ear.

“Wey-hey, tone it done a little, Lou,” I say, referring to her as Amy Lou. She nods, like she’s just proved something.

“Uh-huh, Lou as in Louis,” she states proudly. I look at her with a ‘What, are you mental?’ look.

“Well, no. Lou as in Amy Lou. Who’s Louis?” I say, whilst spinning around before collapsing on the side walk and staring up at her. She just ignores me, completely used to me acting like this. The other people on the wonderful streets of London, though. Well they look at me like I’ve had just a bit too much sugar. Which I probably have.

“Louis is one fifth of One Direction, my blonde little weirdo,” she coos down at me, crouching down. I turn my head so I’m facing her.

“Hey!” I shout at her, “You’re just jealous, you flying fox,” I retort lamely back at her. I’m not a fan of swearing so I usually substitute the swear words for animals. Amy just shakes her hair into her eyes, tugging at the ends.

“Nope, I have a luscious mane of thick brown hair and unlike Little Red over there, tis not dyed,” she says with grandeur, referring to Mikayla as Little Red.

If it weren’t for the hair, Amy and I could be related. We have pretty much the same body shape, not skinny but not fat either, just curvy in all the right places. This is awesome for her, because it actually works because she’s tall. With me, it just makes me look slightly stumpy, no matter how many times others try to tell me otherwise.

“Whatever, Trevor,” I say back. She snorts and sits down on the side walk beside my head. Mikayla comes over from where she had been leaning against the window of the café and sits on my other side.