Drive My Car

Penny Lane

"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, there beneath the blue suburban skies."

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"Well, hello there, Princess Anastasia," a thick Liverpudlian accent whispered in my ear.

I turned around and found myself face to face with James Paul McCartney. I wanted to gag myself. I looked up at him with a bored expression. "What do you want, Paul?"

"I was just wondering if I could steal you away for a while, maybe dance a bit?" Paul said smirking.

I thought I wanted to vomit enough just at the sight of him, but boy was I wrong. Dancing with Paul was a gut-wrenching thought. Just thinking about it almost made me throw up.

I shook my head furiously. "No thank you, James. I'd rather dance with the back end of a horse than be seen with the likes of you."

Brian looked at me with that sassy go-to expression of his and whispered, "Anastasia, stop being a snob and just go dance with the lad? Please? It wouldn't do much harm, honestly, and since this is your first party, you may as well dance sometime." Roger, Freddie, and John nodded in agreement.

"Fine." I sighed deeply, turning back to Paul. "On second thought, I would gladly dance the night away with you." And with that, Paul took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.

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I zoned out as Paul droned on and on about this girl and that girl. I was trying to think about anything but what was actually happening at that moment. In reality, if I had to choose someone from the whole party to dance with, it would be Brian's friend, John. He was quiet and shy, but he was also quite funny, and I found him to be pretty adorable actually. Instead, I was dancing with the king of the pricks.

Paul and I danced together for a solid two hours, and by that time, the party was ending. It wasn't actually as bad as it seemed it would be. Although I did have my mind on other things the whole time, so that statement's probably not very accurate. I still hated Paul with a burning passion.

I walked home in the silence and peacefulness of the night. Everything was still, even the wind, so the sound of footsteps from behind startled me. I stopped and quickly turned around, my heart pounding. It was just Deaks, that's what Brian and the others called John. I smiled at him sweetly.

Deaks returned the smile. That smile of his was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen. "I thought you might like someone to walk you home. I know I'm not much, but I figured you might need some protection," he stated. "I-I mean, not that I think you can't handle yourself..." he stuttered.

I smiled wider and motioned for him to walk next to me. "I promise it's okay, John. I know what you meant, and I appreciate it. No one's ever really looked out for me before."

"Not even your father or mother or anyone?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. Not even them," I said. Leaving it at that was much easier than going into detail about my problems, especially since I didn't want to bore him to death. Looking over, I noticed he had a slightly confused and concerned look on his face. "It's fine, John. I promise. I can handle myself. Although, I don't mean that in a 'you can just leave me alone' way. In fact, I'd rather you'd not do that."

That adorable little smile of his returned. "I'm glad because I don't necessarily want to leave."

After that, we walked in comfortable silence for a while. That is until we reached my house at 18 Penny Lane. When we reached my front door, I gave John a friendly kiss on the cheek and thanked him again, and he left.

I walked inside my house to find it a void. There was only one conclusion: my father was out drinking. Again. I sighed deeply, shutting and locking the door. Everything was quiet and peaceful inside, a way it hadn't been in a long time, and I honestly kind of liked it.

Since no one else was home, I decided to go upstairs and listen to music. As soon as I reached my room, I turned on my record player and put on my favorite Elvis album before collapsing onto my bed. The whole day had been tiring, although I liked walking home with John. I just hoped he'd gotten home safe afterward.

The more I thought about it, the more worried I got. It got to the point where I didn't want to sleep because of it. I didn't know why that boy was imprinted in my mind, but it seemed that he wasn't going away anytime soon, and I was kind of okay with that.

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A/N:

I just have to say that I honestly love Deaks. He's adorable. Also, I know this probably seems more like a Queen fanfic kinda thing right now, but it'll change more to Beatles later, I promise.