Hello, goodbye

Yesterday

     I was dead. I knew I was dead. Except I wasn't. I opened my eyes to see four people standing over me.
"Hello, love," one of them said in a heavy accent. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I looked around and was in a place I didn't recognize. I heard a loud noise that kept repeating like a beat. We were in a train.
"Where am I?" I asked, and the four exchanged looks at each other, and then turned their attention to me.
"Our train car. Where you shouldn't-" one began, but the other cut him off.
"John, its fine! Can you try to be nice?" Pleaded one, and the others all seemed to try to read me wth their eyes.
     "What's your name, doll?" One asked quietly, and he seemed sweet.
     "Rose," I replied simply, and they nodded.
     "Who are you?" I asked back, and they all smirked.
     "Have you ever heard of the Beatles?" The one called John asked. I shook my head because my mom was in love with them. They gave me a confused look but stated their names.
     Paul was the one who scolded john for being rude, and George was the one that asked my name. Ringo had yet to speak to me.
     "So where are you from?" Paul asked, and he took my hand in his. I noticed he was very close to me.
      "I'm from America," I responded, and john smirked.
       "Kinda got that, love. What part?" They asked, and I responded with New York. Everything was all cool until I remembered that half of the Beatles were dead and the other half were super old! John was reading a newspaper when he folded it over and showed the date. July 13, 1965.
      I rubbed my eyes, but the date remained. John looked at me and squinted as if he was trying to figure me out.
     "I'll go sit somewhere else. I'm sorry to have disturbed you," I said, and began to stand up. I brushed off my dress and that's when I realized what I was wearing. I was wearing a baby blue dress and black flats.
"It's fine, you can stay. We weren't exactly expecting such a pretty young lady to be in our part of the train when we left to get tea, but I like you. You seem okay," Paul said, and I blushed. Did he just call me pretty?
"Oh, okay," I said, and sat back down. They asked me where I was going, and I gave them the truth, "I have no where to go."
"You can stay with me," suggested George, just a little to eagerly. He looked down and blushed, "I mean, if you want," he added, and I smiled. Paul seemed to stare daggers into the nervous lad and I felt bad for him.
"Oh, well sure. But I could grab a hotel if you would rather," I countered. It seemed a bit crazy that he would just take up a stranger he didn't know into his home.
"It's okay with me if that's what you want," he said, and I nodded thankfully.
"Thank you," I said nervously, and he didn't reply, however John did.
"You chose the wrong beatle, darling," and Ringo hit his shoulder.
"Leave her alone, John," Ringo scolded, and john threw his hands up in defense. I giggled at the silliness of the boys, and how down to earth they were. For such famous people, they were incredibly approachable. I just wish my mom were here. I didn't understand how I got here, but I wasn't eager to get back. I honestly wish I never have to return. No one is left for me in my time. No one loves me there, this was my chance for a new start.
      I didn't ask where we were going because I didn't want to seem crazy. But when we arrived in the heart of London, I pretended I had intended to arrive here the entire time. The boys were tired, so me and George just immediately went home. It was quite awkward and quiet, but I made the best of it.
     "You can stay in the guest room," George told me, and I nodded and went off to find it. I went to sleep in my dress, seeing as I didn't have any other clothes.
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This is such an unoriginal concept, I just wanted to take a shot at it! Thanks xx