Lost in England

I'm So Tired

I let out a huge yawn. I guess I was double jet lagged from traveling across the world and going around 50 years back in time.

"Does anyone know of a hotel around here that I could stay at on such a short notice?" I asked the boys.

"Why don't you just stay with us?" Paul proposed.

He looked at me with his classic doe eyes, and I couldn't resist the famous Paul McCharmly.

"If you're sure... I wouldn't want to intrude." I said.

"You wouldn't be intruding, Tessa. We would love to have you and Paul stay with us!" Ringo exclaimed.

John smacked his hands on the table making me jump. "Alright, it's settled then. We'll figure out the sleeping situations when we get back to the flat. I say George and Tessa should share a room." He smirked.

George caught my eye and quickly looked back down at his glass as he blushed. I am not here to fall in love! I need to find a way to get Sir Paul and I back home before we change too much history.

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It was about 5:00 when we got back to the flat. As we were walking inside, the phone started ringing. John rushed to the phone as Ringo, George, and Paul showed us around the flat. The living room was sunken down with a step that lead to the hallway. "Where the loo was." Ringo told me. 

 The hallway lead to a kitchen and into a small garden. There were only five bedrooms upstairs so we decided that Sir Paul should get his own room and I would share with one of the boys. John had already said that I should sleep with George, probably in both ways knowing him. I wouldn't even mind-- NO! I have to control myself! I can't change history as much as I'd like to.

John hung up the phone and joined us in the garden. "That was Brian on the phone, he wants us at the studio tomorrow at 2:30 to record a Christmas message, I Want To Hold Your Hand, and This Boy."

I was smiling so much that my cheeks were hurting. I could meet Brian Epstein and George Martin! The Beatles Christmas messages were one of my favorite things to listen to on YouTube! It was also a great procrastination tool.

"Do you want to come with us? We could use your help to tell us if we are playing the songs right." Ringo said.

"I would love to come with you, but I think I should let you figure out your songs by yourselves." I wouldn't want to be a Yoko. Ugh!

"I'm going to head up to bed, lads. It's been a long day." I said.

"I already put your bags in George's room, Tessa." John made his famous face where he sticks his tongue in his lip.

I smiled at him, "Thanks, John."

I found the room that Paul had pointed out to be George's, and creeped inside. His blue blankets were strewn haphazardly on the double bed in the middle of the room, and there was a pile of clean clothes on a chair in the corner of the room. One of George's acoustic guitars was leaned against the side of his dresser. 

 John had put my bags next to the chair. I didn't bother to put my pajamas on and curled up on George's bed.