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

Chapter Thirteen: The Result of a Draft

"Eleanor, hurry up!" I heard my cousin call from downstairs.

"Give me a minute, Paul!" I called back. Today were leaving to go to the beach for a week, and I haven't packed any clothes. But it's not my fault, I wasn't informed that we would be leaving on the very first day of the spring break. I was trying to go as fast as I could, but I guess that wasn't fast enough because Paul ran up the stairs and kept impatiantly telling me to hurry up.

"C'mon El, Johnny's here! Hurry up!" he said.

"Okay, okay! I'm ready." We ran down the stairs and out the front door, yelling "Goodbye!" as we left. George was already in the back seat, and I sat next to him and Paul sat in the front with John. He started driving away and I leaned against the back of the seat and closed my eyes.

"Tired, are you?" George asked me.

"Very," I answered.

"Well you've got time to sleep, the beach is eight hours away," John said. Hearing his voice was weird, since I haven't spoken to him for almost a year. I looked out the window at the cloudy sky and watched as it started to rain. I hope the weather's better at the beach, because if it's raining all week like it usually is, we won't have any fun. 

So we drove and drove on, almost in silence, with John occasionally swearing at the slow drivers ahead of us. I think I fell asleep for a few minutes, or maybe a few hours because it was dark when I opened my eyes. I tapped George's leg. "What time is it?" I asked.

He showed me his watch. 20:00. Wow, it's been eight hours. We must almost be there. I looked out the window but I couldn't see much. Just the street lights and a few cars that drove past us. I'm not sure where we're going, if it's an apartement or a hotel or even a house. I felt myself starting to fall asleep again, but I was woken up shortly when I believe we arrived at our destination. We all got out and dragged our suitcases up the steps to what must be our house. The first thing we saw when we went inside was a small living room with an even smaller kitchen.

"We could only get a two bedroom house, so someone's going to have to sleep in the living room and someone else is gonna have to sleep on the floor," Paul said.

"I could just sleep in the bathtub," John said.

"Why don't we just share the beds? They're big enough," I said.

"We all know that's just an excuse for you to sleep with George," Paul said.

I looked at the floor, letting my hair fall in front of my face, for it must've beed bright red. "No, that's not what I meant. I meant, I don't want to sleep on the floor and John, I'm sure the bathtub isn't very comfortable."

"Sure that's what you meant," my cousin said. I playfully hit his shoulder.

"Seriously though, I don't want to sleep on the floor."

"Alright, you and George can share a room, I guess I'm sharing with John." I smiled and went into the room on the left and layed down on the bed. It's only 20:00 o'clock so I'm not going to sleep yet. I got up and changed into my sleeping clothes and then I went out to the living room. I sat on the couch next to Paul and he handed me a cup of tea. I sipped it slowly, as it was hot but it burned my mouth anyway. John came in and sat on the chair, and I heard George get in the shower. The three of us just sat there kind of awkwardly until Paul announced at around 21:00 that he was going to sleep. I think George is sleeping also, because he didn't come into the living room when he finished his shower.

"So, how are you?" John asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Tired," I said and walked out, leaving him there by himself. I went into the room that George and I are sharing and layed down next to him. I'm not really tired, I mean I just slept for eight hours in the car. I just wanted to avoid an awkward conversation with John. I'll probably be up all night. Damn it, now my sleeping schedule is going to be all screwed up. Oh well.