Lost in England

Good Morning

I woke up to the sounds of John Lennon and Paul McCartney screaming.

I jumped out of George's bed and raced down the stairs to see if they were ok. I found John running around the kitchen holding a pan that was on fire. Paul was trying to pour cups of water on the contents only for it to splash all over John.

I calmly took the pan from John and turned the faucet on it to stop the blackened thing from burning.

"What were you trying to do?"

"I tried to make you scrambled eggs, but it didn't go so well." Paul said sheepishly.

"Tessa, what is this thing? I found it at the bottom of the stairs." George walked in holding my phone in the palm of his hand.

My phone must have fallen out of my jacket pocket when I had run down the stairs.

"Why are we on this?"
John and Paul crowded around George and were looking at my phone and screen saver.

"That is my phone, and if you hand it to me I will show you how it works. But only if you don't tell anyone about it."

The three boys nodded.

George gave my phone back and we paraded into the living room where the boys and I squashed onto their couch. George sat next to me and put his arm around me. I blushed and smiled shyly.

John glanced at us, "Oooh, getting cozy are we?" He laid his head on Paul's shoulder and batted his eyelashes. "This is nice." He said.

Paul was not enjoying this snuggle fest.

"Get off me, John! Tessa, just show us what that bloody thing does."

"Who invited Paul McSassy to this party?" I mumbled.

"I heard that!" Paul looked like he was about to blow steam out of his ears.

John took action, "Break it up, kids. Tessa, love, if you would kindly educate us about your futuristic telephones."

"Since you asked nicely, John, of course I will."

I unlocked my phone which showed a picture of George as my home screen. I blushed and looked up at the man sitting next to me. He was grinning at himself on my screen.

"Come on, lads! Let's go, we're late!" Ringo came barreling down the stairs. Sir Paul followed close behind him.

All of us grabbed our jackets on the way out and headed towards what would later become Abbey Road Studios.

A/N
Well it's about time! I'm swamped with finals now, but I have a month break for the holidays so I should be able to make a good start on the next chapter.
I really hope you all are still enjoying this story even with my sporadic updates!
Constructive criticism is always welcome and greatly appreciated. I would love to learn how to become a better writer.
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Happy Crimble and a Merry Goo Year
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