The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Mother Nature's Son (Chapter 21)

I slowly looked around the alley way, the soft wind of winter hitting against my skin as I shiver. I shouldn't have left my jacket in my luggage.

I suppose I'll have to find some sort of shelter for myself until the others notice I'm gone. That's even if they care, for that matter. They might be happy I'm finally out of their hair.

The crowd of people, mostly teenage girls now, have dispersed, making it easier now to see where I can go and to walk around. I stand up, wiping my eyes from silly tears and wiping some snow off me.

"John is so handsome."

"Paul is just as cute as he was last year!"

"I will marry George one day, Linda."

"Did you see Ringo?!?"

I chuckle at the comments made at their expense as I walk by girls, not much older than myself, romanticizing The Beatles.

"Jeez, its cold." I say, under my breath as I walk into a small diner, letting the warmth of heat burn my skin as I sit down in a table. I go through the pockets of my skirt for some change, and find just enough for a milkshake.

"Hello. Is there something I can get for you?" I hear a voice say beside me, and I look up to see a boy with blue eyes and blonde hair speak. He looks about my age.

"Just a milkshake will do, thank you." I say, smiling politely.

"Why are you all alone?" He asks, putting down his pen and paper.

"That's really none of your concern." I reply, annoyed that he would ask that. His accent sounds pretty funny.

"I get off in 5 minutes, I can keep you company. I've got nowhere to go."

I laugh a bit. "Neither do I, really." Normally I'm not too fond on guys trying to pick me up, but I really do need a place to stay.

"That settles it. I'll be right back." He says, grinning as he enters the kitchen.

I lean back on the booth, sighing as I run my hands through my hair. I haven't got a place to stay if they don't find me by tonight, and to top it all off I haven't showered since we left for America.

I hear a glass make contact with my table as I look up, the rude boy smiling as he sits across from me. I politely smile, not to appear aggravated.

"What's your name?" He asks, looking at me intently. I feel myself become awkward as he stares.

"Carol Simons." I quickly change my words. "Carol McCartney."

"Aren't you a bit young to be married?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you mind your business?" I ask, sipping my milkshake. If he was hurt by my words, he didn't show it. He just laughs, closing his eyes and make a soft chuckle.

"I'm Michael. Michael Evans." He says, opening his eyes again.

"Pleasure to meet you." I say, a tad sarcastically.

"Your accent doesn't sound American." Michael says, running his hands through his hair.

"I'm not, I'm from Liverpool." I say, coughing a bit.

"Are you cold?" He asks, offering me his jacket as I decline.

"No thank you." I say, smiling. I didn't realize how big the time difference was. It's almost 9 at night here.

"Where are you staying then? Why are you here?" He asks, looking at me as I meet his gaze.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I say, smiling to myself. "I don't have a place to stay."