Stardust || The Beatles Fan Fiction

Two: Grandfather

Chapter written: 05-06-16
Chapter published: 05-19-16

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Ringo scoffs, "seriously? I'm dreaming. This is just a dream, la- ow! Whatcha' do that for?" He exclaimed as George pinched his arm.

"I was making sure if this is just a dream or it's already reality," he shrugged. "And I want a sandwich and some jelly babies." Ringo rolled his eyes at the youngest's typical cravings.

"So, this ain't a dream, then?" Paul concluded. "I guess so."

"It all just seems too surreal to me. Let's get back in and investigate the flat for a while." I say.

But as we set foot on our flat, there was a girl in her pajamas and I assume she came from upstairs. Surprised, the lads and I split up and hid ourselves.

The girl yawned, "ah, what a beautiful way to start the new year. Martha, come here!"

Oh great, more company.

To my surprise, it wasn't another beautiful lass, but a cute little sheepdog waving its tail as it makes its way to its master.

But halfway through, it stopped for a moment and sniffed the floor, getting closer and closer to Paul's hiding spot.

"Martha, what are you doing? Come here," the girl walked up to where Martha stopped, only to find the nervously-grinning Paul.

"Erm, hello." He waved nervously.

Out of reflex, the girl punched Paul right in the face, but the look in her eyes says otherwise. "Oh my God, Paulie!" I exclaim, running to him and cupped his throbbing cheek.

"Who are you? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She yelled, doing the pose those so-called karate fighters do at the start of every fight.

"Woah, easy there, lil' girly. We mean no harm." Ringo spoke.

"How many are you?" The girl asked.

"Four." George replied.

She flinched, surprised at another voice of a man speaking out of nowhere, again.

"Look, we're not going to hurt you. We do not even know how we got here," I started. "Hey, what year is it, again?"

She rolled her eyes, "2016, duh."

"So, it is true? We time traveled to 2016 without even knowing the reason why nor how?! I feel like fainting." Paul said, sitting on the couch.

"Who gave you permission to touch anything in this house? I don't even know you for heaven's sake!" She exclaimed. "And time-traveling? Yeah, as if."

"But he's right, you know." George said, pointing to Paul.

"Well then, let's introduce ourselves, boys." I said. "'M John Lennon."

And then it hit me.

If we traveled through time, we seemed to leave a big mark back in the 60's. I wonder if she knows about us.

"Wait.. John Lennon? As in-"

"John Winston Lennon, my dear." I smirked. She has to know us.

"Oh my God, so, you really did travel through time?! I'm such a huge fan!-"

My smirk turned to a cheeky grin.