How It Used To Be: A Michael Jackson Love Story/ Beatle Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Who Is It?

When Paul and I returned home, I exhaustively plopped on the couch. I looked over at Paul who was vigorously struggling to remove his disguise I hadn't noticed he'd been wearing. I guess being as famous as he was, you'd need elaborate disguises to do something as simple as shopping.
"Do you need help?" I asked with a small giggle.
"No I think I- OW!" His sudden yelp of pain caused me to jump a little and hold my sides in laughter.
"You've got to stop leaving the house" I told him.
"I can't just be a creepy vampire all my life" he said while rubbing underneath his nose where that humiliating mustache had been.
I just rolled my eyes as he took off his hat and walked over to sit next to me on the couch. He looked at me with a serious expression on his face and I returned a confused look to him.
"Cassidy, we're moving to California" he spoke in a hushed voice.
That was the last thing I expected him to say; I didn't even know he was thinking about moving. I honestly didn't care, it was just another house in another place. No different, really. But then I remembered my house. My real house. Where I grew up. Where I spent such happy days. With my family. With my dog. With my friends. This is the city I met Paul, and the rest of the Beatles. This is the city that made me who I am today. I looked down to the floor and watched my feet as I wiggled my toes. Doing anything to avoid making eye contact with Paul.
My thoughts were interrupted when he put his arm around my shoulders and ducked his head down so he was looking up at me.
"California is beautiful, Cassidy. You'll love it. I promi-"
I cut him off. "No Paul it's not the place that I'm worried about. Honestly California sounds amazing. It's just that... I can't leave this city behind. What about my old home? What about my parents? I can't just drop everything and leave".
"It'll be okay. We'll get through".
His comforting tone still wasn't enough to convince me. However, I tried my best to consider everything about the situation. I got up and started to walk up the stairs.
"I just need some time alone to think".
"Okay... I'll just... You know.... Chill down here". He awkwardly stood and shrugged as he looked around the living room. I weakly smiled and continued up the stairs. My feet carried me over to our bed and I fell right on top of it; breathing in the sweet smell of the newly washed sheets. I wasn't planning on falling asleep but I guess my body had other plans and I lost all consciousness as I fell into a deep sleep.

No sooner was I awakened by the sound of heavenly voices singing coming from downstairs. I rolled onto my back and listened
"I'm falling in love again, oh, my, darling"
I smiled and rose from the bed and started to walk out as the song continued. Then, in the middle of the peaceful music, I hear drums start like it's a rock concert and I pressed my hands to my ears praying for them to stop. Just as I took a nap to rid my headache, here Ringo goes giving me another one with his drumming. I stomped down the stairs and at the bottom I saw Ringo pounding on all the drums like there was no tomorrow and Paul, John, and George standing in front of him, laughing their heads off. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Although I couldn't even hear myself over those damned drums. I don't even understand what was so funny about it but then I remembered; they're boys. And boys are going to do the stupidest things and still crack up over it. I walked over to them and tapped on Paul's shoulder. He turned around and saw me and then his eyes grew wide. He waved his hand at Ringo, signaling him to stop. He did, and they all looked over at me.
"Oh my god, Cassidy! I'm so sorry to wake you up!"
"Mhmmm thanks guys" I laughed lightheartedly because I wasn't really bothered, it's not the first time this has happened, and also, I love these guys. They're my best friends.

I turned around to go to the kitchen but as I made my way I made sure to congratulate Ringo. "Nice solo, Ringo".
I looked over my shoulder to see him looking down and laughing.
"Cassidy you have a spider in your hair". I heard John say.
I frantically ran my hands through my hair multiple times and shook my head back and forth like a dog would do after a bath. I expected some help but all I got was the sound of laughter filling my ears.
"I can't believe you guys". I ran over to John and tackled him, playfully slapping his face back and forth and spitting on his face before I got up and looked down at him with an accomplished look. He wiped his face off and got up only to push me down on to the nearest couch and start tickling me to death. I started kicking and swinging my arms everywhere. I was terribly ticklish. However, I didn't stand a chance when the rest of the boys came over and joined us. One against four. Oh yea, that seems perfectly fair I thought.

I was rescued by a knock on the front door. We all turned our heads that direction and they got off of me and looked at each other. Neither of them wanting to answer the door because they were just too lazy.

"Um.. I need to... Go wash the cat".
We don't have a cat, but it was George's best excuse at the moment as he dashed up the stairs.
He has the energy to sprint up the stairs but not walk over to the door...

"I need some water. My throat is dry from singing so much" John said as he sped off to the kitchen cabinets.

Paul and Ringo were left... They looked at each other and then Ringo looked off at the ceiling and started whistling. I swear these boys are the laziest people I ever met.

"You're ridiculous, Ringo". Paul scoffed and went over to answer the door. By now, the person had already knocked a second time, so it must've been important. I stayed on the couch and started conversation with the hilarious drummer when Paul called me over.

"Hey Cassidy can you come here for a second?" I made my way to the door and saw a sophisticated man standing there.

I gave him a smile and we shook hands. We both took a step back and then he spoke. "I'll need to take Cassidy for awhile. We have some questions for her so we can figure out more information about the crime."

I looked to Paul for clarification but all I got was a reassuring look and a pat on the back. "It's okay, Cassidy. He's a professional detective. You'll be back home soon". He kissed me on the cheek as I slowly walked out of the house. The man put his hand on my back to lead me to his car sitting in the driveway. I looked over our shoulders to see Paul still standing there waving to me, now joined by the rest of them who had puzzled expressions glued to their faces. I shooed them back inside with my hand because I didn't want anyone seeing them and raiding our house. Who wouldn't obsess over the Beatles? I was still surprised on how we were managing to live in this small neighborhood without getting a load of attention. Maybe it was a good idea to move to California....

When we pulled down my street, I noticed multiple police cars parked around my house. I suddenly got nervous as the car shut off and the guy was offering me his hand as help to get out of the vehicle. I took it and stepped out. He led me over to where all the commotion was and soon more men came over to me.
One of them had a pen and a clipboard with paper.
"Hello, Cassidy. I'm going to need you to tell me everything about your parents and everything you remember before the incident occurred".
I was not at all prepared for this. I hadn't even been here 2 minutes and I was already holding back a tsunami of tears.

A/N: Hey moonwalkers!! Finally, school is out and that means I'll have loads of time to write more!! I know this chapter is sorta short boring, but it gives you background information on Cassidy's relationship with.... THE BEATLES!! How many of you suspected that??? Yes, I'm a fan of the Beatles too, but this is a MICHAEL JACKSON fanfiction, so expect more of him later in the story.(: I appreciate those of you who take the time to read my writing, so please comment! I'd love to hear what you guys think of it so far! Much love<3
~ S Jackson