The Beatles(complete)

~CHAPTER 1~

Hi, I am Julia Mills and I'm only seven teen years old. I just left home about three weeks ago. Enjoying the time alone from my brother, though. I have blond hair and extreamly palor skin. I didn't wear makeup as I thought only bitches wore that sort of shit to hide the fact of how ugly they were(but I do wear a little smidge in the present day! I'm 20 now by the way. (Its my birthday on the seventh of June.) Not being vein but I dont think I'm ugly I'm actually really pretty. The way I dress isn't really classed as fashion. I just wear whatevers going on in my wardrobe. I found a lovely little house In liverpool. As you may already know it's 1962, so obviously I am going to be a massive fan of 'The BeaTles.' Well anyway I hope you enjoy my life sorry. By the way all this happend in the space of about two years. It was a bit complicated at the time!

I walked slowly down the street, as I was looking down at my magazine I just bought. Flicking through the pages I saw a advertisement for the television set coming out. I ignored the advert though, thinking 'oh my gosh another fucking sponcer.'

When I got back to my house. I slid my shoes off and put them on the shoe rack. I let out a long lasting sigh, and closed my eyes mulling something through for around twenty seconds, then entered the living area.

As I went into the main living space I heard a loud crash in the kitchen. It sounded like pots falling off the side?
"Shit!" I shouted, as I tumbled back a bit. I went to check what the crash was. As I entered the kitchen I looked over to the pots, it looked like there was nothing wrong. My heart started to beat, like crazy. There it was again? I fell to the floor in sheer panic. My breaths were getting heavier, I couldn't breathe. Nothing like this had happened ever before in the week's I had lived in the house. The crashes were happening right in front of me, but I just couldn't see them happening?

I must have fainted, because when I woke up there was a man over me about two inches from my face. I couldn't figure out who he was, as my eyesight was all blurry. He must have not noticed my eyes try and open, because I sat up and our heads collided. My head already hurt enough; I bought my hand up and placed it opon my head. Breathing semt really difficult at the time.

I didn't notice the man in anyway, but I still couldn't tell because of my eyes. If I didn't know him, how did he get in my house? How did he know I was hurt? There was so many things traveling round my head. That I didn't particularly care how he got in or who he even was. I mean it was quite weird because no one else was there with him. If it was my Father my Mother would be with him. If it was my Grandmother or Auntie my Grandfather or Uncle would be there.

I released my hand from my head, and fell back down, slowly. You could tell he was sat on me. No offence but he was pretty heavy. My eyes closed for about five seconds before I reopened them. I looked back up and he was still sat on me. I only just recognized who it was. My mouth opened in shock. I didn't personally know him; but my face must have been pricless when I recognized him! His hair, so silky and brown the little baby face made me lean a little closer. He was wearing a starched tuxedo. Navy blue blazer and trousers white top and a red tie. I was just completly speechless. What was I suposed to say I didn't even know him. Why was he in my house? How did he get in? There were so many questions.

I was stuttering under my breath. He just looked at me, his eyes so big and adorable I just wanted to hug him! He asked,
"Are you, okay?"
What could I say? Nothing. I couldn't. I stared deep into his eyes for a few seconds: moved even closer, then quickly pulled away. I tried to look angry at him but I just couldn't. I needed to kiss him, he was so fucking sexy!
"How did you get in? How did you know I was hurt?" I blared out; but straight after I covered my mouth. "I'm sorry!" I squealed, really loud.
"I didn't know you were hurt, love, kind of? Just let me explain! Your neighbor spotted me and we had a little chat. Then after a short period, they told me I had to meet you. Aparently your really nice. You must have made a good impression on your neighbor's!" He told me smiling then carried on, "So I came around and knocked a few times. You didn't answer so I looked through the window and saw you on the floor. Good starfish impression by the way, definitely a ten out of ten for that hard work and dedication! That one gave me a good impression." We both started laughing and larking about for a good half an hour or so trying to impersonate my starfish. "So the door was open... for some reason!? So here I am in the flesh. Your good old Pauly!

I didn't know what to do really? I had a Beatle sat in my kitchen. We were just staring at each other, slowly moving closer. It was quite easily said to be a little awkward; so I stood up and asked him if he wanted a drink, of anythin'. I told him I had basically everything 'So ask away'. He just looked up with his big adorable eyes and said...
"Av y got any shandy, darling?"
We both just looked at each other and started to laugh. The Mick Jagger voice he tried to pull on was halarious. I pored out some shandy for both of us, while we had a few pints we were doing impressions of: Blondie, Stones, David Essex, BeaTles, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Elvis and so on. According to Mr. McCartney my Blondie impression was perfect.

It was ten past eleven when we realised the time. Paul was a bit smashed so he couldn't drive home! I had a few but wasn't as bad as Paul so he asked if I could try to drive him back to the Abbey Road Studios.

We made it half way across Liverpool and reached the studio. Paul couldn't thank me enough. I told him-with a smile on my face-the way to thank me could be a bit of fun! Only joking. I asked for a tour of the studio when we got there.

Obviously that never happened but he took me to the upstairs taking me by the hand. He knocked on John's dormitory door. He answered wearing a pair of striped red and yellow pajamas.
"What!" John scowled. But he didn't get very far because he noticed me 'the cute chick' holding Paul's hand. "I see you've scrounged yourself a girl out 'avent y?"
Paul looked at John raising an eyebrow.
"Just wanted to tell you we... I mean I was back!" He said clenching my hand tighter. Paul dragged me off. I was basically tripping over my feet and his. He opened his door and turned the light on inside the dark room. McCartney told me it was his room?

He shut the door and quietly locked it(he thought I didn't see him lock it even though I was watching him faced around at the door's lock wiggling it around as quietly as possible) I had a feeling, a feeling deep inside, that I knew what was going to happen. I took my dress off, it was my favorite dress it had flowers on it and it was blue. That's not the point, and I placed it on the side of the bed. He turned around and his eyes grew wider.
"Samatha." Paul whispered, as he moved forward.
He fell on top of me. But I had to roll on top because he was a slight bit heavy, it kind of winded me! As I was unbuttoning his shirt. The trousers were already off and the lot. I started to giggle as he gradually licked up the side of my neck. I kissed him. But I didn't notice he was placing his hand up my bra...
So I sat up real fast and said,
"Please don't tell anyone!" I started to cry but Paul just smiled and told me that he'd keep the word to he and himself only. Then I hugged him. I love Paul still today.