Stardust || The Beatles Fan Fiction

One: Night Changes

Chapter written: 04-13-16
Chapter published: 05-04-16

John's POV

December 31st, 1964, 2:47 pm.

The lads and I 'ave just finished re-watching our film, A Hard Day's Night, for the fourth time since it came out. Ey, it might sound weird, but we enjoyed it.

"Paulie?" Paul looked up to me, "Tell the lads we're going out for a snack, my treat."

"Ey ey, no need to tell us, Johnny boy. We heard. Who wouldn't? It's food we're talkin' 'bout here, mate," George said, grabbing his coat on the couch.

"Yeah, by the way, what's the occasion?" Ringo asked, "it's a miracle, you know. The John Lennon paying for our food? Heh, doesn't seem to ring a bell."

"Ha ha ha. Very funny, Rings. 1965 is coming tomorrow! Let's go celebrate since our band is getting more acknowledged than before," I said. "So c'mon, grab your coats and let's get flying," I added.

~

We were walking in the street, side by side, when Ringo stopped as something caught his eye.

"Really, Ringo? You have enough on your hands, and yet, you want more?" George asked mockingly.

Yep, you guessed it right. There was a lady seemingly looking to be in her mid-50's with a weird printed cloth wrapped on her head and a gem on the middle. And, she was selling; rings.

"C'mon mates, wouldn't hurt to look a bit," Ringo said. "Mm-hmm, go on. Just tell me if there's anything ye'd like, I'll pay. Besides, I owe you." George stated.

After a few minutes of derping around, the lady handed us a ring each. "What's this?" Paul interrogated. "This, my friend, is a ring." I said, with an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Whatever, Lennon."

Mine was an emerald ring with the initial "J", Paul's was a ruby one, with the letter "P", George's was sapphire-like, with letter "G" on it, and Ringo's was a diamond one, with the letter "R".

"Um, don't you think this is kind of creepy?" I whispered in Paul's ear. "What? The fact that she knows our initials? Oh, don't be ridiculous, Johnny, she's just probably.. a fan."

"She doesn't look like the type who listens to our style, but whatever," I reasoned out.

"How much, madam?" Ringo asked. "You're interested with them, I see. Then I'll give it you lovely lads as a gift. Enjoy the magic," she chuckled, oblivious to the fact that she was creeping me out.

"Thank ye very much, happy new year, ma'am," George politely said. "And to you, too, happy new year," she responded.

"Look, it's The Beatles!"

"Uh-oh."

"Run for your lives, lads!" Paul screamed as fangirls and fanboys were rushing towards us.

"Help! I need somebody!" I shouted.

"Hey, that would make good song lyrics, you know?" Paul said, raising his voice as the crowd started to get bigger, encouraging us to run faster.

~

"I'll have two chicken sandwiches, please. All that running and escaping girls was oh-so-tiring, right, mates?" George said.

"How 'bout sweet n' sour pork, lads? Think I oughta try that one out. One for me please," I gestured for the waitress. "Potato salad for me," Paul said. "And for me, I think I'm up for some spaghetti." Ringo said, finally deciding.