Ella was working at a small town burger joint flipping burgers for 8 hours a day sometimes more. Anything for a little bit of cash that she could save for rent and someday college. That is until Ross her best friend and roommate came barreling into...
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Ella point of view: 2019 Flip, flip and more flipping. That's what I do for a living. It pays my bills. Flipping burgers for 8 hours straight. Why do I put up with it? I really don't know. But for the moment it pays my bills, and that's all I really need right now. Till I could figure out my life. "Ella? You in here?" Ross yelled. "Yea, I'm in my bedroom," I say putting on my uniform. Simple light blue dress with white cuffs around my arms with a little white apron. Sorta reminds of Clara in Doctor who. But of course, my job didn't mean to do that. Suddenly my best friend and roommate came running into my room looking all out of breath. "Ross, what is the matter? I have work in the next?" Looking down at my watch. "In less than 30 minutes. So make it quick." Stomping my foot. "I did it, Ella, I finally did it." He told me grabbing my arm as he jumped up and down. "You did what? I really have to go." I say rolling my eyes. "Here just put this on. Like so." Ross said as he started putting on a strange watch and playing with the buttons. "Ross? What are you doing? No, I need to leave." I yelled trying to slap his hand. "And all set, make sure you get a souvenir if this thing works," Ross said clicking the next button. All of a sudden I heard a clicking noise coming from my watch. I watched with horror as Ross stepped away from me as I slowly watched my bedroom slowly faded from view as my head was spinning. The last thing I saw before I passed out was my Beatles poster. 1964: I woke up with the most painful headache I've ever had in my entire life. God my head is killing me. What did you do Ross? Once I find yea I'm gonna kill you for this. Where am I again anyway? Looking up I realize I was in some sort of bathroom. Weird. I was about to walk out when Bang! The door swung opened hitting me in the head making me fall to the floor holding my head. "Ow! Fuck, that hurt." "Oh dear, I'm soo sorry, I didn't know you were in here. Here let me help you up. Love." I felt a pair of nice warm hands on my back as I slowly looked up at the person who hit me in the head. I was completely shocked right in front of me was none other than Paul McCartney himself. In the flesh looking young. But how? Why? Oh my god, how? "Miss? Can you hear me? How's your head?" Paul asked me snapping his fingers getting my attention. "I....ah....I'm ok." I stuttered a little bit. "Good, I'm dreadfully sorry about hitting you in the head," Paul said touching my head as I hissed in pain. "I Uh should get you some ice for that," Paul told me as he quickly left. But before I could process anything he popped his head back in. "I'm sorry but I should probably catch your name love?" "I Uh, Ella," I told him as he smiled at me and left. I don't know how this is happening but I think today is my lucky day. I seriously need to ask Ross how he even managed to do this. Yes, he was messing with his technology thingy. But how it came to this I really don't know. Slowly I stood up to find I had to hang on to the countertop for balance. God, I look like a mess, with my brown hair all over the place. So quickly I straightened my hair and walked out of the bathroom into the main room. Ringo was sitting on a couch reading what looked like a magazine, George was strumming his guitar, while I saw Paul talking to John out of the corner of my eye. "Oh, I would have come to you," Paul said clearly seeing me out in the open. I watched him run the small distance towards the small kitchen to where I was. He gently placed the ice pack on my head. Our fingers grazed each other as I took it from him. Man, I couldn't stop staring at his lovely Hazel eyes. Paul was always my favorite Beatle. "Hello? Anyone home? We need more towels." John said snapping me back into reality. Wait what did he say? Why would he think that I would get you towels? Looking down I realize I'm in my work uniform still. Suddenly I felt very self-conscious and I wanted to get the hell out of here. "Right towels, I'll be back." Was all I could muster. Seeing The Beatles in the flesh is doing a number to my self-esteem. "Thanks for the ice pack. Sir." I told Paul as I walked out. Before I walked out I heard John started laughing while saying. "Can't believe you hit the maid in the head. Maca." "Yea, I didn't mean too, but I'll be back Johnny." I knew someone was following me so I quickly found a maids cart grabbed some towels and literally threw them in Paul's hands. "Here's the towels you guys wanted, I have to get back to work," I say as I started to walk away till I felt Paul's hands on my arm. "I'm sorry for how John treated you back there. Look I feel terrible that I hit you in the head. Can I make it up to you? There's this party." Paul started to say until he grabbed a pencil and some paper and wrote down some stuff. "If you could come that would be lovely. Wear something nice." Paul said placing the note in my pocket and kissed my cheek. Then walked away without the towels making me laugh little as I put my hands on my cheek smiling. But before I could process anything I heard my watch started to beep again as Paul's back was the last thing I saw. As everything started to get dizzy, as I blacked out.
__________________________ The end. Idea I had in my head. Hope you like it. Love seeing your comments.
