Jump: A Beatles Fan-Fiction

Chapter 10: December 6th, 1963, 1:00PM || London, England

"No, no, no! George, it's gone!" I was starting to hyperventilate.

"It's alright, love. It might be at Paul's place. That gizmo didn't even do anything, did it?" he reasoned.

If only he knew. I couldn't explain the whole situation to him. My compulsive lying was starting to snowball.

"George, trust me on this; it's important. I don't know how I know, but it is," I said.

"Let's just go to Paul's, maybe you left it there last night," he assured me.

He took my hand and we walked out the door. While I wanted to believe that the Reader was at Paul's place, I knew it wasn't.

The last time I checked it was in the bathroom at Paul's, and I put it directly into my inside jacket pocket. I was constantly feeling for it, until we got out of the apartment complex. That was when I got wrapped up in the party.

That was when I got wrapped up in George.

I hadn't even thought about what I was doing. How could I have been so stupid? This wasn't some dream--some fantasy land! I was stuck in the sixties for christ sake! And what did I do? I went to a party.

Which was something that I didn't even do in my own time. Why on earth did I think it was a good idea to do it in the goddamn sixties?

I let go of George's hand as we approached Paul's flat.

"Paul, it's Penny and me," George yelled as he knocked on the door.

We waited for a few seconds, there was nothing. George checked his watch.

"Paul, open up!" George yelled again, a little louder this time.

The door swung open to reveal an exhausted (and probably hungover) Paul McCartney. Once he saw us together, though, he cracked a smile.

"Well, well, well, it looks as though our two love birds decided to show up," he smirked.

"Penny you told him?" George asked.

I turned a deep shade of red.

"Oh come on George, she didn't need to. It's so obvious," Paul laughed.

It was George's turn to blush. Thankfully, our embarrassment was interrupted by a loud shriek.

"AHH JOHN NO!" Ringo yelled.

"This'll teach you!" John grunted as he leaped on top of Ringo, who fell backwards onto Paul's couch.

"John, please, don't hurt me!" Ringo pleaded.

John started laughing maniacally and poked Ringo's sides.

"JOHN NO! AH-HAHA PLEASE!" Ringo laughed.

The scene was adorable, I couldn't help but laugh along. Paul and George were laughing too.

"Aww, wittle Ringo is still ticklish," John mocked.

"JOHN HAHA--PLEASE--HAHAHA STOP!" Ringo spluttered.

"C'mon, John, let him up," Paul laughed, "he's had enough."

Ringo gave Paul a grateful look, while John looked disappointed.

"But Paul, he messed with my hair!" John whined.

"Get over it John, c'mon we have to get ready. The photo shoot is in a few of hours, and we're going to go get lunch first," Paul ordered.

"Fine," John pouted, shoving Ringo back onto the couch as he stood up.