A Day In The Life (A Beatles Fan-Fiction Story)

Chapter Five: For the Two of Us

I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my long blonde hair. I looked down at my long dress with a Native American-style print on it. I hope George likes it. I don't want to get too dressed up, it's just a date in the park. I was debating on whether or not I should wear my hippie band, and I finally decided I was.

"What are you all dressed up for?" Paul asked as I was walking down the stairs.

"You can really tell that I took the time to look nice?" I asked, excited that he noticed.

"Well of course. You still look like one of those flower childs, but you're wearing something a bit nicer than torn bell-bottoms."

"A bit nicer?"

"A lot nicer, Eleanor. You look beautiful."

"Thank you, Paul!" I hugged him tightly.

"But really, what are you all dressed up for?"

"I already told you a few days ago. I have a date at the park tonight."

"Ah ha," he said as I was about to walk out the front door. "Have fun now. But not to much fun, you hear?"

I chuckled a bit as I jokingly rolled my eyes. I started walking to the park in the dark night. When I got there, I didn't see George. I saw a blanket by the fountain, a picnic basket and a few candles, but no George. Maybe he forgot something at his house? I just stood there, looking around the park for him, but I couldn't find him.

"Looking for me, love?" someone said and hugged me from behind.

It was George, obviously. "Hey there, lovebug," I said.

He took my hand and pulled me over to the picnic he set up on the ground. "I don't know what you like, so I just made turkey sandwiches and a fruit salade and sparkling water." He took everything out of the basket. "Is something wrong?" he asked, seeing the expression on my face.

"Oh, um, you see, I'm a vegetarian," I said, trying not to sound unthankful.

"A vegetarian?" he repeated as if he'd never heard the word before. "Of course! Hippie's don't eat meat, I should've known," he said as if he failed and this was going to be the worst date ever.

I ate a peice of the fruit. "No, it's fine, really. But you made a wonderful fruit salade, Mr..." my voice faded as I waited for him to finish the sentence.

"Harrison," he said quickly. "George Harrison."

"Wonderful name, George Harrison," I said. He giggled a bit.

"And yours is too, Eleanor..."

"Whitby. Eleanor Whitby."

"Beautiful name, beautiful girl," he said as he handed me a glass with the sparkling water in it. I blushed.

"I think your disease is back. I'm just too contagious," he joked when he saw how pink my face was. "And you know, I think there's a cure," he smiled.

"And what might it be?" I asked as he moved closer to me.

"I think you know." He leaned even closer to me. Was I really about to kiss him on our first date? I just met the boy yesterday! But I think I may be in love with him...

"Look at the sky, George," I said, leaning away from him and pointing at the sky.

"Yeah, it's...wonderful," he said. I think he was a bit disappointed.

"It's like the heavens knew about our date tonight and cleared the sky, just for us."

"Yeah..for the two of us," he smiled up at the sky.