Pissing Off The Universe

7- What did they ever do to him?

I stare at the building with a frown on my face, wondering what exactly Hayden has intended. Why is Hayden trying to ruin the Beatle's career?

"gghhhrrrrrhhhhggggh."

Did that come from me? My cheeks redden as I clench my stomach in embarrassment. Smooth Ava, I scold myself. A small chuckle comes from the group behind me. I don't want to turn around and face them. My face is way too red for that. I feel and arm swing on my shoulders. I turn my head towards the body to see a grinning Kyra.

"No worries girl, we got you," she says nonchalantly. "It happens to the best of us. Let's go grab some grub."

She gives me a wink before leading me into the crowded streets of 1960s New York. I hadn't noticed the boys had followed us until they pass us.

"Yeah, I agree with the girls." Lennox sighs and taps his stomach throwing a look toward Hayden, " Food would be accepted."

Hayden shoves him a little with a smile on his face.

"I know just the place." He says and turns to face us and I catch his eyes narrowing at Kyra's arm still around my shoulder.

In a flash, the expression completely washes off his face and he smiles at Kyra. Then, his eyes travel back to me and he says with a charming grin:

"follow me girls... you too Lennox." Oh his voice would make a duck swoon.

As we make our way to my saviour, my life, my love... my food, I allow myself to get lost in thought knowing Kyra won't let me drift away from the group. I allow myself to think of the crazy gang that abducted me.

I can't believe this is happening! Or is it? I don't know what to think. I mean I could be imagining things, it wouldn't be the first time. But it feels nice this time. Hanging out with these people, being like this with almost friends. It's a new concept for me I must say. Aaaah Ava get a grip! This could be Stockholm syndrome. These guys practically kidnapped me! You know just play along for now. Who knows if this isn't some crazy coma induced dream? Won't know until you know for sure am I, right? Can't be worse than the foster system. Kyra seems to care about me. I'm-

"Earth to Ava. Yoohooo. Come back to me sweety." Kyra interrupts my thoughts while waving her long fingers in front of my face.

I blink a couple of times to reorient myself and throw a small dazed smile Kyra's way. We are in front of a small cozy cafe and the two guys are out of sight. I notice that Kyra is still staring at me and I give her a questioning look. She just shrugs her shoulders and motions for me to follow her inside. We meet up with the two boys at a table by the window overlooking the busy street. I sit on the side of the table staring outside while the trio orders us some food and chat about. The food comes. I didn't realize how starved I am until I take a bite. Delicious. I say to myself in my mind. What? Talking to myself is fineeee. As long as someone doesn't respond ...right? I was too focused on stuffing my face until a specific conversation catches my attention.

"So here's the plan:" Hayden says as all four of our heads are huddled together to make sure we don't miss a word, " this interview is what makes the Beatles known in America. This is the moment that brings them fame."

Is this guy a history buff or something? Nerd...

"So if we stop it..."

"They don't get filthy rich?" Kyra offers with an innocent look. I hold back a small smile.

"No... well yes but that's not the point." Hayden sighs, carrying on with his story. "The Beatles never become popular which would cause a domino effect on all cultural elements of the future. Your present so to speak."

"And how exactly do you plan on doing this mister criminal mastermind?" Lennox interjects, not looking very impressed with the plan.

" I'm getting there. Sheeesh. Calm your hormones." Hayden snorts. " I'll offer you three choices because I am feeling quite generous today. Plan A: we let the interview run BUT change out the music track with something horrid. Plan B: we sabotage the interview before it happens. Per se the interviewer might go missing. Or there might be a small fire in the office. Plan C, my favourite : we kill the Beatles."

I stare at him in shock to what he just says. His companions seems infused and are actually considering all options.

Kill the Beatles. Is this guy serious?? He might be hot but he's a complete psycho!! What did they ever do to him? Did someone break up with him really horribly in front of the whole school in the middle of the cafeteria while listening to Hey Jude...? I love the Beatles this isn't fair.

I frown down at my food before taking another bite. My companions are still discussing the choices that were proposed. Getting sick of it mumble to myself:

" Why do it at all. Like damn. "

Oops. Did I say that out loud?

All eyes turn to me and Hayden gives me a sly smile.

"Why don't you just choose then Tink?"

I don't even remember the plans. Exeptgthe killing part. I know it has to do with letters...

"Plan B?" I respond unsure and nervous with 3 pairs of eyes on me.

"Well, it's settled then!" Hayden says as he stands up. "What are you guys waiting for! Chop chop."

He hands the waiter some cash and heads out, we get up and follow. He seems to know where he is going as he takes long confidants strides down the street. Kyra and Lennox step into pace next to him leaving me behind to struggle to catch up. They are conversing on the plan which, if I hear correctly, is to get a hold of the interviewer for the time being, until the scheduled time had passed.

I mean it's the Ed Sullivan show we're crashing. If there isn't an Ed Sullivan then there isn't a show is there?

I keep these thoughts to myself because I'm probably wrong and/or delusional. Both seem as good of a reason. But one question still nags at my brain that I could no longer ignore.

"How are you even gonna find this guy?" I speak up.

They seem to not have been expecting me to do so and they halt and turn around to look at me. Hayden walks up to me with a determined look in his eyes, but a playful smile on his face. He comes really close to me, he stops but his face gets closer and closer. To outsiders it might seem like he is leaning in to kiss me. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I am glued to the spot. His mouth is levelled with my ear and I can feel his breath fan against my neck sending a weird but pleasant feeling down my spine.

For God's sake Ava get a grip girl, don't let those hormones win!

But my thoughts go silent as he speaks a single word, not knowing if it is true or just a hokes. But I could feel it in my bones it is the truth and it scares me shitless.

"Magic..."

the eennnd :)))
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