Jump: A Beatles Fan-Fiction

Chapter 5: December 5th, 1963, 8:00PM || London, England

"Next Jump in 41 Hours"

As soon as we were inside, the boys went their separate ways.

George walked towards the food table.

Ringo immediately went to talk to another man, who appeared to be his friend, and started chatting.

John scanned the room, and started walking swiftly towards a young woman. As she turned around, I realized that it was Cynthia Lennon. They looked perfect together.

Paul turned to me. He nearly shouted over the loud music, "You'll be okay here, won't you? If you need anything, come find me. If you can't find me, find John, Ringo, or George," he paused, "Maybe not necessarily in that order, though,"

I nodded my head and watched Paul as he walked away. I had no idea what to do. I had never been to a party before. I hated being around loud crowds of people, and I didn't like dancing. There wasn't anyone that I knew. I wouldn't even know anyone at a party in my own time, let alone somebody at a party in 1964. Going up to random strangers and talking to them, was not my idea of a good time.

I stood in a spot next to the wall. I watched the people, dancing, talking, and laughing. John was doing silly dance moves with Cynthia. This was my idea of a good time, just watching. I loved to people watch, and who better to than The Beatles?

For quite a while, that was all I did. I watched as Ringo snogged a girl in the corner. I looked at John and Cynthia as they talked and kissed in the corner.  To my dismay, I saw Paul leading a girl out of the large party room. It sounded silly, but Paul had always been my favorite, and I wasn't lying when I told my mom I had a crush on him.

So there I was, by myself. I played out scenarios in my mind that happened only in eighties movies. It kept my thoughts off of the fact I may have been stuck in the sixties.

These consisted of one of the Beatles coming up to me, or just an attractive stranger, and us falling in love, living a happy life together.

If you hadn't noticed yet, this excursion may have elevated my already imaginary relationships with The Beatles by 10000%.

But it was just for fun, I knew nothing would ever happen, and it was all in my head. I wasn't even in my own time. These scenarios just helped me pass the time. I looked up at the clock 9:00. It had only been about an hour, who knew how long this party would last.

As a looked around, I accidentally made eye contact with a man. I quickly looked away, but I could see him walking up to me in my peripheral vision. I glanced at him again. Though he looked clean cut, he seemed a very drunk. He also looked much older than me.

Approaching me with a slight stumble and slurred speech, he asked, "Hey there... missy, wanna dance?"

I did not want to dance. This was not the kind of scenario that I had envisioned.

"Uh, no I think I'm okay--"

"If you don't want to dance I know a place where we can--we can go and talk," the man slurred. He grabbed my wrist and started tugging, but before I could get him of, George came out of nowhere, and grabbed the man by the shoulders.

"Woah there buddy, I think you should go home, you're hammered," he ordered.

"Go home?" the man asked.

"Yes, that's right, get on," George replied.

"Alright," and just like that, the man walked out.

"Thanks George!" I said.

"No problem. That guy was easy, you should see John drunk. Just watch out, he gets angry sometimes,"

"Good to know," I chuckled.

We stood there in a second of slightly awkward silence, before George asked, "Why don't you dance?"

"I don't like to dance," I answered.

"Well how do you know that if you can't remember anything?" George teased.

"Intuition I guess," I said.

"Well, I would like you to dance," George demanded.

"Who died and made you king?" I joked.

"C'mon Penny, take a chance!" George grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the floor.

"But George I don't know how-- or --I don't remember how!" I tried to shake him free, but seeing as I am not very tall or strong, I was unable to escape.

"Okay, than I'll teach you," George laughed. He took me by the waist so that I was standing in front of him. Right on cue, as if the angels had decided to take a massive shit on me, the song "Dearest" by Buddy Holly started playing.

"Listen, Penny! A slow song, this'll be easy, you just sway back and forth to the beat," George's voice was calm as he looked into my eyes.

I broke away and looked down.

He lifted my head up, "Hey, come on don't be embarrassed, nobody's going to make fun of someone who's lost their memory, are they?" he smiled. I was thankful that the room was fairly dim, because I could feel my face heating up. I put my hands on George's shoulders, and started to sway a little.

"See you're fine, dear," he smiled.

I couldn't feel anything but George. The music and the people had all vanished, it was just him and I dancing.

The logical side of my brain screamed at me. I couldn't do this--this was all wrong. George was thirty-three years older than me. Of course now that I was in 1963, he was only three years older than me. I wasn't planning on staying in 1963, and even if did somehow get stuck there, I wouldn't be able to have a relationship with George, that would alter history completely.

But the carefree side of my brain didn't care. I danced with George, and had fun. After all, I was only going to be there for thirty-some more hours, I had to make the most of it.

And if that meant falling head over heels for George Harrison, so be it.

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Hello friends! I thought I'd upload chapter 4 and 5 today because not much happened in chapter 4. Sorry for the bad picture, I couldn't find any high quality pictures of the "I Wanna Be Your Man" scene in AHDN! That's sort of what I imagine the setting of this last chapter is like. Hop you guys enjoyed this!