Jump: A Beatles Fan-Fiction

Chapter 9: December 6th, 1963, 12:00PM || London, England

"Next Jump in 26 Hours"

I awoke to the sound of George whispering in my ear, "Good morning, love."

His arms were wrapped around me. I turned over to look at him. His hair was messy, and he gazed upon me with an adorable smile.

I squinted at the clock on his bedside table. It was 12:00PM.

"George we've slept until noon," I mumbled.

"You've slept until noon. I slept until 11:30," he laughed. "I just wanted to lay in bed a little bit longer."

I snickered and ruffled his hair. "Oi!" he laughed.

"That's what you get for being cheeky!" I teased.

I paused and looked at him. He was perfect. George wrapped his arms around me and held me close. Worry and dread flooded my mind again. I would have to leave soon. I would have to leave George soon.

"So don't you have to be at a photo shoot today or something?" I asked.

"What, you don't like this?" George mock pouted.

"No! George, I love this. I just don't want to make you late for anything," I said.

"Don't worry, it's not for a few hours. We're all going to meet back at Paul's place in about an hour, though," he assured me.

"We'd better get ready then," I got up and grabbed my glasses from the nightstand.

"Pennnnny," George whined.

"Whaaaat," I mocked.

"Come back. Just five more minutes," he whined again.

He was irresistible. I turned a deep shade of red.

"Okay," I sighed.

We lay there for about twenty minutes, but I finally got up and started getting ready.

"George, can I use your shower?" I asked.

I realized that I hadn't showered in almost two days. If I was going to be around the Beatles for another day, I was going to need to be at least halfway presentable.

"Of course, love," he replied.

I showered and put on my black t-shirt and blue jeans from the previous day. Those were the only clothes that I had, besides the dress.

I walked out of the bathroom to see that George was now fully dressed in a suit.

"Didn't you wear that yesterday?" George inquired.

"Well, yeah, but it's all I have, besides the clothes you and Paul lent me," I shrugged.

"You're getting new clothes today. And keep the pajamas; I never use them anyway. You'll probably need them again," he winked.

"But George, I don't have any money, I can't buy new clothes," I responded.

"We can buy you clothes," he said.

"I'm not letting you buy me clothes. You've already given me food and a place to stay--"

"Penny it's okay, really, we are going to buy you something to wear, and that's final. When you come with us to the photo shoot, and you'll need to wear something presentable," he reasoned.

"Wait a minute, I don't have to be in the photo shoot, do I?" I couldn't be in any documented evidence with The Beatles. Plus, I hated having my picture taken.

"No. I'd love for you to be in it, but I think Brian would have me hanged," he laughed.

I grabbed my jacket, the dress, and the pajamas. It was a lot to carry, but Paul's place wasn't very far. George saw me with the heap of things.

"Penny! Let me take some of that!" he said.

"No, it' okay, really," I insisted.

"Wait!" George held up a hand, and nearly sprinted to the bedroom. He came out brushing the dust off of a messenger bag.

"Here, you can use this to carry your things!" he seemed incredibly excited.

"Thanks George," I smiled.

He was such a sweetheart.

I folded the dress and pajamas, then put them into the bag. I donned my jacket, and slung the bag over my shoulder.

"Hey Penny, where's that little gizmo thing you had? You could put that in the bag too!" he seemed so happy that he could help me.

Adorable.

That was when I realized I hadn't actually checked the Reader in a while. Between the party, running for my life, and sleeping, I hadn't any time.

I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket.

It was empty.

I quickly shoved my hands to my outside pockets, then my pants pockets.

Nothing.

I was scared now. I dropped the bag on the floor, and opened it.

"Penny, are you okay?" George asked.

He seemed scared. I looked like a crazy person, rummaging around, looking for the Jump Reader.

It wasn't in the bag.

My head started spinning. This couldn't be happening. This was all an insane nightmare. I couldn't be stuck in 1963.

My only way of getting home was gone.

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Hello readers! Dun, dun, dun, cliffhanger! Sorry about that. I'm still working on the story, I honestly don't know how long it's going to be XD. Anyway, if you follow me on Instagram, or got my message, you'll know that @sgt-macca and I are planning on writing a fic together! So if you aren't following her already, I highly recommend her story I Met Four Guys, she's a great writer! This was just a little update, I'll try to have the next chapter of this story out soon!