Chapter four
Deedee's POV
I laid in my small twin bed thinking about all that had happened. I couldn't sleep, unlike my snoring counterpart. I saw a sparkle out of the corner oof my eye and looked over to see the key on the dresser. I never actually used it, I couldn't use it, there was nothing to use it for. So what did it go to? I turned on my other side trying to get comfortable, nothing was working. I threw the covers off and laid on my back staring at the ceiling. I imagined Ringo's cute face and shining blue eyes in front of me.
"Arghhh" I groaned and turned over again onto my face.
I lifted my head slightly, peering over my pillow at the key shining in the moonlight. I got up and picked it up.
"Alright my precious." I whispered my voice sounding raspy. "What do you go to?" I examined the key for any clues to what it might unlock. Not much luck.
The Beatles would be leaving for London tomorrow... could it be?... no... no way... but maybe...?
"Cheryl, wake up!" I whispered and shook her shoulder violently.
"Argh stop..." she kicked and swatted at me, eyes still closed.
"Come on Cheryl! We have to go to London!" I practically whined. She stopped and opened her eyes slightly.
"London?... why?"
"Because he gave me the key."
"Who?"
"Ringo, Ringo Starr. Gave me the key to his house!" I squealed. Cheryl jumped up.
"No way!"
"Yes!! Now let's get the other girls and go so we can meet them there!"
Then suddenly the door opened and Janet and Lucy walked in.
"Ready to go?" She smiled and asked.
"Wait what?" I looked at her confused.
"We're going to London."
"But I haven't told you yet...?"
"Deedee... do you really think a rich, famous guy is going to give you the key to his house after he just met you?"
"..... well... it does seem a little strange..." I looked down at my hands.
"I'm sorry Deedee... I kinda... hypnotised him you might say."
"You what?! I thought he liked me... how could you do that?! And to Ringo Starr?!"
"Wait Deedee, he did like you was gonna ask you to dinner but he was the only one making any quick decisions so I changed his mind to give you the key to his house because otherwise I was afraid we'd never see him again..."
"Oh... well why didn't you just rewrite Paul's mind instead?"
"Because he wasn't thinking anything like that and it would have been too random he would have noticed and probably changed his mind about saying it."
"Look guys, it doesn't matter. We're going to London to see our boys. That's all that matters. So let's get going already before Barbara wakes up and gets suspicious." Cheryl said throwing her things in her bag. "It was nice of her to kidnap my belongings as well wasn't it..." she mumbled while she packed.
Once everybody had all of their things we started to sneak out the door. I could taste sweet victory on my lips.
"Where do you all think you're going?" I heard Barbara say behind us. Everyone stopped and slumped dropping their bags.
"We were just leaving. You don't need us anymore." Janet said.
"Don't even try it. Your rooms are bugged."
"WHAT?!" Cheryl exclaimed.
"Yes, you could say I am an electrical nerd. Your rooms are bugged, I am tracking each of the Beatles as we speak and our jobs are not yet done."
"What do you mean?" Cheryl asked slowly.
"I expected you all to do exactly what you did. I watched each of you closely for a month before bringing you here.
"You're tracking the Beatles?!" My mouth dropped open.
"Yes darling, keep up." Barbara said quickly. "So, now to London girls we've got a long ways to go before we're done but no doubt you'll have a lot of fun. Haha that sort of rhymed. Hmm. Let me get my things then we'll be out of here." Barbara walked into the other room.
"Great." Cheryl plopped down in a chair crossing her arms. "Right when I thought we were rid of her..."
Cheryl's POV
We sat squished on a small cheap plane, trying to get some much needed sleep. Looked like I was the only one unable. I don't see how they can sleep in such uncomfortable seats and all the bumps and noise.
I suddenly had the strange feeling of being watched. So I turned my head to look back and saw a round chubby man with a bushy mustache. He waved and smiled at me. I awkwardly waved back then turned back around. I had a funny feeling about that guy... I tried to carefully look back over my shoulder at him. But then he winked at me so I quickly straightened my head. He's probably some psycho stalker great. I sighed roughly and tried to snuggle into my pillow and go to sleep.
But when a presumed psycho stalker is watching you that's very hard. I sunk down in my seat so maybe he'd stop. We were the only two people not sleeping. Maybe he'd go tto sleep if he couldn't see me. I bet he snores really loud, he looks like that sort of guy. Haha he kinda looked like a walrus. I'm going to call him Wally. Hehehe. I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up I quickly looked back. But Wally was gone.
"Oh great." I mumbled.
"What is it?" Deedee asked, pulling her small bag from overhead.
"Nothing..." I waved her off and tried to get my own bag but I was too short. "Argh, I'm pixie so I'm too short for everything but I can't fly cause then the people will see and the board of magic will chop my head off." I mumbled angrily.
"Here, let me get that for you." A very posh man's spoke from behind me and I stepped back to see Wally reaching up and getting my bag for me. To be honest I nearly had a heartattack.
"Oh, um, thank you." I said quickly and awkwardly. I left as quickly as possible once he handed me my bag and found the other girls. "Hey guys let's get going now shall we?" I said trying to push them on faster without sounding nervous.
"What's wrong Cheryl?" Lucy asked sweetly making everybody stop walking.
Great.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just... really hungry. Starving. Famished. Let's go. Fish and chips for everybody, London's special my treat. Let's move it!"
