A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 6

~•Chapter 6•~

I wake up. Thatwasanepiclyawesomedream, I thought. Lookoutside. I get up to look out the window. Oh, crap. I'm stillin Liverpool! I look at my calendar, which doesn'thave the Beatles on it, and look at the date. It's a Friday. I hum a little, and sing 'Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday! Friday!'. Catchy tune. Then the memories of Paul, John, and George all come flooding back in my head, like a tsunami. I quickly get dressed in my 50's clothes, brush my teeth (with a brand-new tooth brush), and hurry down the stairs. I don't see Linda there. But I do see a note taped to the fridge.                                   __________________

________________________|_________________|________________________________

|                                               |_________________|                                                               |

|                            Jaz-                                                                                                            |

|               I already went to work. Have a good day!                                              

|                                     Love,                                                                                                  |

|                                            LindaXOX                                                                                         |

|_________________________________________________________________________|

So I just make myself some toast, spread jelly on it, and eat it. I pull my shoes and jacket on, grab my back pack, then leave the house after locking it. I walk briskly over to Paul's house, and knock on the door.

" Yes?" asks Mr. McCartney.

"Hi. Is Paul up yet?" I ask.

Mr. McCartney smiles at me. " Are you Paul's new girlfriend?"

I blush. "Er, no. We're just friends," I say, a bit flustered.

Mr. McCartney turns and shouts, "Paul! One of yet mates is here!"

I hear some running inside, a crash, and-  was that a cat meowing?- a yell (probably Mike). Then Paul walks out, buttoning his jacket.

"John, I didn't expect-," Paul looks up. " Ello, Jaz!"

"Hi, Paul. D'you  want to walk to the bus with me?"

Paul grins, then takes an dramatic bow. "Pleasure."

Then I giggle, playing along, and curtsy. "Thank you, kind sir!"

We link arms like a royal couple, and proceed to the bus. Wow! I'm actually linked arms with Paul McCartney!, I think, totally having a fan girl moment. You guys should go out. And I'm going to speak in a British accent. Alright love? You're the most annoying conscience ever. Stop talking,