So, now that the beatles think I'm an over reacting freak, my boyfriend is cheating on me, and my sister almost showed my underwear to John Lennon, its hard to say if my life could get any worse. I walked into the kitchen behind John to find more people than I had expected. Sitting in the family room were the following: My Mother, My Father, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney and Brian Epstein. The group that was talking, got silent as I walked in. My Mom looked like she was about to kill me, but my dad on the other hand, well, he just started laughing. The rest of the crowd turned and looked at him. And it was all they could do to keep from laughing. That is, until I started laughing. You see, when my dad laughs, he has the funniest face. It would make anyone laugh. So once I started laughing, the rest just sort of, joined in. I stood there next to John Lennon laughing at something stupid I did. "This is my daughter, Julie" My dad said to the group. I smiled, waved a bit, sighed and nodded my head. Mr. Epstein stood up and walked over to me and stuck out his hand. "Hello there Julie. I'm Brian Epstein, The Beatles manager." He said. "Hi there." I said. I was still smiling because I could hardly believe that The Beatles were in my house. "I'm sure you know the rest." He said smiling. As he walked back to sit on the couch and talk to my parents. I nodded, and looked around. Ringo waved at me and smiled, George smiled and nodded, Paul still had a bit of an embarassed look on his face, but smiled. I turned to look at John who was staring at me with a blank face. I looked at him, and did a sort of nervous laugh... and looked at him for a bit longer. He then did his classic silly face, where he crossed his eyes and stuck his touge out under his lip. Which mad the other three giggle, and me laugh too. *** As it got to be around seven o'clock, my mom got up from her seat on the couch and took out a bunch of homemade chicken pot pies. (Now, why she chose to make chicken pot pie for the beatles, is beyond me. Even though, it is my mom's specialty... but, still...) I made the salad and set the table. I expected dinner to be silent. But actually, it was full of chatter. Mostly Maggie asking questions non stop. I don't really think they minded though- I think they actually thought it was funny! John asked me a couple questions, like how old I was, and what grade I was in. Paul jumped like he was kicked when I said 19 and a senior. He looked at John, and the other two, then looked at me. He was blushing a bit, but smiled anyway. He was very cute. To my suprise, George was the first to say something about my Mom's cooking. It wasn't bad or anything- I was just suprised because I guess I always got so caught up in reading those magazines that said he was the "quiet Beatle". "This is really good, Mrs. Fisher." He said. "Why, thank you." Mom answered, and blushed a bit. "This is the first home cooked meal we have had in a long time, its feels so good to finally eat some real food." "Oh, well I'm glad you enjoy it! Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." She said. George just smiled, and he took another bite of pie. After dinner, Mom, Maggie and I cleaned up. Mr. Epstein left for the night, to stay at a hotel, because it wasn't likely that he would get mobbed by a heard of screaming girls if he walked out in public. At least I don't think he would... you never know though, people are weird nowdays. My dad went to his study to do some work, and the beatles went downstairs. (To do what, i'm not sure...) While the three of us were cleaning up, my mother reminded us that these four were guests in our house. And that we couldn't be around them all the time. "You know they are guests right?" Mom said as she dried a plate I handed her. "And that you have to leave them alone, even if they are your idols." "We know, Mom" I said. "Yeah..." Maggie said, putting the plates away. "Well, I just wanted to make sure. They are here because they can't stay in a hotel. They aren't here by choice." Mom said with a sigh. "We know, Mom... we know..." I said, as I put the dishtowel back on the hanger. "All right, just stay out of their hair, all right?" She said, smiling. Then, suddenly, the phone rang. I went over to the desk and picked it up. "Hello?" I said. "Hi... its Will." The voice on the other line said. My smile went immediately to a frown. I turned to my mom motioned for her to hang this up when I got up to my room. She nodded. "Hold on a second." I said as i set the phone down and ran upstairs. "Hello?" I said again, as if I expected Will had left. "Hi... I think we need to talk." He said slowly. I took a deep breath and said, "I don't think there is really much to talk about." I could feel the tears coming again. I thought I was over him! DAMN IT! "So, then, you know the purpose of this call?" "I think so..." I said, as i blinked, and a tear ran down my cheek. "I'm sorry it had to end like this." Will said after a few seconds. "Me too." "So, we can just be friends?" He said. ARG! That was the last thing I wanted him to say! How could we possibly still be friends after he broke my heart? I don't know what thoughts were running through his head- but I don't think he was sane when he planned this conversation. "I don't think we'll even have that..." I said with a sniff. "Oh..." "I... I have to go..." I said, after a long pause. The water works were now flowing. I couldn't stop for the life of me. "Um... All right... see you around." He said. "Yeah, see ya..." I said as i hung up the phone. This was when I really started crying. It wasn't loud or anything- just a whimper here and there and some sniffles. I couldn't believe that he broke up with me over the phone! What a jerk... I was still crying when I heard a knock on my door. I jumped at the sound, and whiped my face with the back of my hand and took a deep breath. "Come in." I said in a fake cheery voice. And to my suprise, Paul stuck his head in and looked around. My stomach flipped when I looked up and saw it was him. I must have looked horrible. My makeup all smeared, my eyes bloodshot from crying- I was a mess. "Hi, is everything all right?" Paul asked in a kind voice. He looked concerned. Not fake concerned, like he was putting on a show, but like he really was curious what was wrong. "Oh..." I said, smiling. "Yeah, everthing is fine... Can I help you with something?" "Well, there's got to be something wrong if the water works are on." He said smiling, and he started walking over to me. "May I?" He asked kindly, as he motioned to the spot beside me on my bed. "Sure! er... I mean sure...sure..." I said trying to hide my excitement, which I am not very good at. I whiped my face again as i scooted over so he could sit down. He looked at me. Deep into my eyes. It was actually sort of akward, but I liked it. It felt like he was looking into my soul. His beautiful hazle eyes were so perfect compared to my ugly green ones. I don't know why he would want to stare at mine for as long as he did- Will certainly never did. Will never looked at me like that, ever. "So, you're sure there's nothing wrong?" He said as we broke eye contact. "Well, nothing that a big rockstar like you would care about..." I said as I sniffed and laughed. "Aw, come on now! Thats unfair. Give me some credit." He pleaded. "Well, if you really want to know..." I said, smiling. "O'course!" He said with a little smile. I don't know what it was, if it was his accent, his eyes, or the way he acted like he cared that made me spill. It could have been all three. But, for the next five minutes i sat there and explained everything. How Will had broken up with me, how I thought all four of them thought I was a dork, (to which he shook his head and proceded to tell me that they thought I was actually quite pretty, and nice- not a dork at all.) and how just everything had fallen on my shoulders. My dad was preasuring me into thinking about college, and that was making things that much worse. Paul sat there and took it all in. He didn't stop to talk about himself or anything. He sat there and listened to every word I said. After a few minutes of spilling my guts to a guy I don't even know, I stopped and realized who I was talking to. I just told Paul McCartney everything that is wrong in my life right now. AND HE LISTENED!I just sat there for a couple seconds trying to recall what I had just done. "I can't believe I just told you all that..." "Hey, its nice to have someone to talk to. I know from experience." Paul said smiling. "Yeah, but... I just told everything to you. " I said, still amazed that Paul McCartney now knew everything about my private life. "I'm not that scary am I? I don't try to be..." "No! No..." I said laughing. "Its not that at all! Its just, you're Paul McCartney and..." "You're Julie Fisher." He finnished. "I'm not that different. You just don't have crowds of screaming girls running after you when ever you step out in public." Paul said in a bit of a sarcastic voice. "At least, I don't think you do..." My heart was still pounding at bit more of a rapid pace. I still couldn't convince myself that Paul was a regular guy. I was still in love with him. And the fact that he was so nice only made me love him more. The way he listened to all my problems, and the way he didn't go off on his own stories. I wanted him to stay and talk to me all night. I had always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. He seemed so perfect in every way. I leaned my head down and sighed as a tear rolled down my cheek. "Well, is there anything I could do to help?" He leaned his head down and looked at me. "Aw, Julie..." He said as he whiped that tear away with his thumb. This made me smile a bit. I lifted my head up and looked at him. As I said before, how could you resist him? His eyes were so clear, and his smile- oh his smile. "I don't think there is much you can do. They aren't your problems." I said "Well, that doesn't mean I can't help, does it?" I looked at my watch. It was about eleven o'clock. The Beatles had to get up early and go to a press conference, then they would be back here in time for lunch. "Hey, its almost eleven- I don't want to keep you up here." I said smiling. "Eleven? Thats it?" He said as he yawned. "Was that a hint?" "Take it how every you want. You are certainly welcome here as late as you want." I said laughing. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to get to know him as a real person, not just Paul McCartney of The Beatles. "Well, I wouldn't want to keep you up..." "I don't mind." "Ah well," He said, getting up. "Maybe I'll sneek up here later and we can have a chat." "Oh yeah, right." I said sarcasticly as I stood up. "Ey, you never know!" Paul said as he turned to go out the door. "Good-night Julie Fisher." "Good-night Paul McCartney" I replied. I suddenly got this urge to kiss him. I couldn't help myself! I caught up with him as he reached the door and put my hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and i did it. I kissed him! It was like electrecity went through my body. It was the most amazing kiss ever. "Thanks for listening to my problems..." I whispered when we broke apart. "Anytime..." He whispered back. "Good-night..." I said as I backed away. "Good-night..." He said smiling, as he backed out the door. I couldn't stop smiling as I changed into a white tank top and striped pajama bottoms. I switched off the light and fell into bed. I think I probably fell asleep smiling that night. *** My alarm clock went off at six thirty the next morning. I smacked the button and turned over onto my back. Getting up is the hardest thing I do every day, I swear. It takes all my energy just to sit up! I eventually gathered enough energy to pretty much fall out of bed. I stretched and grabbed my bag of toiletreies. As I was heading out the door I met John in the hall. "Good morning, Sunshine!" He said in a way too peppy voice for being six thirty. "Morning..." I said, smiling. "Are you guys finnished in there? Or should I wait?" "Oh yeah, we're done. Help yourself!" John said. "Thanks." I went in and washed my face, put on my makeup. As I was finnishing my eyeliner, I noticed how good it smelled in there. It smelled like... I don't know how to describe it- but it smelled wonderful. I put up my hair, and brushed my teeth. Then went back in my room to change. I pulled out a pair of panties and a bra. (that i could find, so I wouldn't have to go yelling about it.) I also took out a navy miniskirt and a white polo shirt. I got dressed in a hurry because I heard Paul and Ringo go downstairs for breakfast. John and George weren't too far behind them. So, I pulled on my white knee socks and went downstairs. My mom had made waffles for breakfast. My personal favorite. I liked them the best when she cut up strawberries and put them on the top, but seeing as it was February... it wasn't exactly strawberry season... not that that matters or anything... OK! Back on track.... I ran down the stairs and almost fell over because i slipped on the hard wood floors. Great, yet another thing that I have done to make myself look completely stupid! The boys were all around the table talking and waiting for their food. I slowly walked into the kitchen so no one would notice me. "Good morning Julie!" George said when he looked up. "Hello," I said politely and smiled. I have to admit, I was still a little shy around them. Which I know I shouldn't have been- because they are normal people! But... I just love being dramatic sometimes I guess... who knows... because I sure don't. "Oh! So, he gets a nice hello, and all I get is a 'morning...'." John said with a silly grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Why, hello Mr. Lennon! How are you doing this lovely morning?" I said in the most dramatic voice I could come up with. "Simply wonderful my dearie, wonderful I must say." John answered in a silly London accent. I turned around and looked at my mom who was shaking her head and laughing while she was stirring the whipped cream. "Hi Ringo." I said as I sat down in between him and Paul. "Hi Paul." "Hello! I didn't think you would be up this early!" Ringo said as he took a sip of tea. "Oh... well, I thought I'd see you off this morning..." I said quickly as I looked at Paul, who looked away and blushed a bit. This made me smile. How long had he been looking at me? I thought about that kiss that happened last night and I smiled even bigger. Paul must have known what I was thinking about, because he looked at me again and smiled too. Oh... his smile... "Well, thats nice." George said with a smile. I grinned back. It looked like the all knew something I didn't... Did Paul tell them about last night? No... He wouldn't have, would he? Actually... truthfully speaking... he probably told them every detail. Ok, let's do a recap: John almost saw my underwear, I screamed about my underwear in front of Paul, I tripped this morning in front of them, and they all know about how I kissed Paul. Goodness gracious... They ate their waffles quickly because the limo was coming at seven. When they were finnished, the all went and sat in the living room and waited. I gave my plate to my mom, then started to go towards the stairs. I stopped and turned around once Paul started talking to me. "Hey, uh, Julie?" He said. "Yeah?" I replied as I turned around with a smile. "We were wondering, did you want to come with us today? To the press conference?" He said, looking at the other guys. "Oh... I couldn't do that. I'd just be in the way...." I said hesitantly. "No you wouldn't!" John piped up. "Yeah, you really wouldn't Julie-" Paul said. "Well, I..." I started. "If you say no to this, then you have to promise me you will come with me to this. " Paul said as he took an invatation out of his jacket and handed it to me. To this, the other three hooted and hollered. I of course, started blushing. Paul looked like he was going to kill the others, but luckly didn't act on it. The horn honked from the driveway and they all hurried to the door. "Promise you'll think about it?" Paul pleded as he walked to the door. "I'll think about it..." I said sacrasticly. "Thanks luv." He replied and gave me that classic wink. I was now a puddle of Julie on the floor. Seriously! I felt like I had melted. But as soon as the door closed behind the boys, I ran into the kitchen to show my mom the invatation. "Mom! Look at this." I said as I handed her the card. "Hmm," She said, opening it. "Paul gave it to me, can I go? Please? Please, please?" "Well, I don't see why not. You know the rules. I don't exactly trust those four, but I think you could take care of youreself." She said. The excitment was building more and more inside me for every word she said. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed as I was jumping up and down. I almost knocked my mom over, but she was laughing the whole time. "Of course honey. But one more thing..." she said in a stern voice. "Wh...What?" I said in a worried voice. "Darling... What will you wear?" She replied in a dramatic voice. I bursted out laughing and so did she. "Well, I don't know darling, what will I wear?" I responded in an equally dramatic voice. "Well darling, we just might have to go shopping today!" She said. "REALLY?" I said in a more exciting voice than before. "We wouldn't want you to go naked, would we?" She said with a laugh. "But we have to make it fast, very fast... what time do the stores open?" "Well, let's see... Its Saturday... I'm guessing around eight." "Hmm, if we left now, we could shop for a couple hours, and make it back here by eleven. The boys are coming back around noon, and I promised I would have lunch ready." "Dad and Maggie will be ok right?" I said. "I think so," She said. "At least, I don't think they'll die or anything..." We both laughed, and with that, we were off! It was about seven fifteen, and we were heading into town to buy me a dress. I had never been shopping that early... It was just starting to get light outside! We got to Macy's at around seven forty-five. And knowing my mother, she decided to drive around the block five hundred times until it got to be eight. When the stores opened, we walked in, and being the first people there, the young woman who was working there asked us if we needed help. "Good morning, welcome to Macy's! May I help you find anything today?" "Hello there,"my mother said. "We are looking for... a formal evening dress, but not too pricy..." I rolled my eyes, because I knew she would say that. She always does. Not that its a problem, because saving money is always a good thing, but does she have to tell everyone that we aren't completely fortunate? I guess so, if she tells a random clerk. "Of course!" The woman said with a smile "Follow me." My mom and I followed her to the back of the store where the formal dresses were. There were so many to choose from! I tried on a couple, but couldn't find anything that I really fell in love with, until I saw one in the very corner. It was perfect! It white cotton, with small navy blue polka-dots all over it. It went a little past my knees and puffed out just a bit. It came up and rounded nicely in all the right places. It had small ruffles on the sleves, and across the top. Perfect! Could you get any better than this? I even had shoes that matched at home! "That looks beautiful Julie." My mom said in amazement. "Thanks," I replied, turning around in circles in front of the mirror. "I love it!" "Well, let's see the price tag..." I hadn't even thought about the pricetag yet! Great. Do you ever get that? Where you find something completely neat, but then it gets all screwed up because of the price? "Oh, shit!" I thought in my head. "I bet its at least a hundred..." "Well," Mom said as she picked up the tag. "Its..." "Its.... what? Horrible? Too much?" I asked as I winced. "Its... fifty dollars." I heard her say. "REALLY?" I practicaly screamed. "So, I can get it?" "I don't see why not!" Mom said as she watched me bounce up and down. "That Paul is really going to love you in that dress.." "MOM!" I hissed "Don't say that!" "Well?" "You really think so...?" I said laughing. "Oh, I really think so." She said. "Now, let's go home! Its almost ten." So, on the way home, we talked about Paul. I didn't know much about him personally at that time, but this is what I told her: He is one of the nicest boys you will ever meet He can play the bass and the guitar He sings really well I think he likes me He usually has a mob of about fifty teenage girls chasing after him He has three best friends that he spends all of his time with, and I mean all. He is sort of shy, but once you get him talking, he could talk for ever. "Well, he sounds like a very interesting person." She said as we pulled up into the driveway. "Now, I heard some talk last night of inviting you to the concert. Are you going to that too?" "Are you kidding?" Iscreamed with excitment. "Of course! I didn't think I would be going!" "Calm down, calm down." My mom said as she was laughing "It was just talk that I overheard. I'm sure they will talk to you about it, but don't mention it in front of them, because I was sort of eavesdropping." "MOTHER!" I said with a supprised look. She never does things like this! She is always against listening in on other people's conversations. My mother, I have taught her well. When we got inside, I thought I would take a shower. Dirty girls at parties are bad. So, I stepped out of the shower at around ten thirty, and was ready to help my mom cook at around eleven. I came running down the stairs just as the others were coming in. I almost ran over Ringo, but he didn't mind. "OH! Im sorry! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to do that..." I said a little frazzled. "Eh, its alright luv, I get it all the time. Accept the others are actually trying to rip my clothes off... It was a nice change to get bumped into, but not torn apart." He said casually. I laughed and followed him into the kitchen where the others were sitting and being served homemade potato soup. As I stood in the doorway talking with Ringo about how the press conference went, I noticed Paul was looking at me. It gave me goose bumps and my heart flipped just like every time I saw a picture of him in a magazine. Ringo went to sit down and walked over to where my mom was standing talking to Paul and John about how their morning went. "Hey, Julie, why don't you come sit with us?" George asked when he looked up and noticed I was there. "Well, sure, if you want me to." I said. "Of course!" He said with a smile. I walked over to the table and took a seat by George and Paul, whose conversation with my Mom had ended. "So, uh, Julie, did you decide about tonight?" Paul said hesitantly. "Yes actually, I'd love to go!" I said smiling as I glanced at my mother who was also smiling and shaking her head. "Really? You would? Aw, gear!" He said as his eyes moved from me to John who was moving his eyebrows up and down and doing his evil smile. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. John realized I was looking at him and stopped. Then he turned to me and put his elbow on the table and rested his head on his fist. "So, tell me darling, there is another event we would like you to attend, would you?" He said in his funny voice as he blinked his eyes over and over again. "Well, that depends on what that event is." I responded blinking like he did. "Just a concert we're putting on in a couple hours, thats all." John replied sarcasticly. "Oh, well, I already told you... I'm not a fan." I said seriously. John stopped for a second and looked at me. I think he actually thought I was serious for a second. Then he figured out I was kidding and said, "Good! So you'll come then?" In his silly voice again. "If you're going to force me..." I said with a smile. Paul was looking at me again and smiling. I must have a sixth sence for things like this or something, because I keep seeing him look at me! "Right, so- the limo is getting here at around three, the concert starts at five, and the party starts at eight." Paul said, as he snapped out of his gaze and started blushing when I looked at him. "I'll be ready." I said, blushing a bit too. "Should I bring the things I need for the party to the concert?" "I think that would be the best plan." Paul said, smiling a bit. After lunch I went upstairs to my room again so I could let the others have some quiet time. They were in the lower living room smoking and talking. I decided to get out my guitar and fool around with it for a while. I wasn't very good, but I could play some chords and stuff. I was actually pretty into it until I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said a little startled. "I didn't know you could play." John said as he stuck his head in the door. "Oh, I'm not very good." I said with a laugh. "Ah well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect." "Yeah, and I don't practice very much..." I said. "Don't worry about it. Can I show you some stuff?" "Sure!" I said amazed that John Lennon was going to play my guitar. "All right," He said, taking the guitar that I handed him. "This one is something I have been working on for a bit, its not very far or anything at all, and it would sound better on an electric guitar, but I'll try it on here if you like." "Absolutely!" I said, still amazed that I would get to hear something that he was writing, something that nobody else had heard, something that could be the next number one for The Beatles. John started to play a small riff that would later sound familiar to all fans across the world. "I think I'm gonna be sad, I think its today- The girl that's driving me mad, is going away. She's got a ticket to ride, she's got a ticket to ride, she's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care..." He sang. "Wow." I said. "What? You like it? You don't like it?" He responded. "I love it! Its just that, I'm listening to John Lennon play me a song that hasn't been recorded yet... and its just, I never ever thought I would be doing this." "Consider it a great honor." He said with a smile. "I really don't know why its such a big deal to sit in the same room with me, or Paul, or George, or Ringo for that matter." "Yeah... Yesterday, when you came, I was hysterical- I just tried not to show it. And now, that I have talked to you, and gotten to know you a little bit, its starting to sink in that you are just normal people. Its not like I would scream and start hypervenilating if my friend Meg came in the room or something..." John laughed and said, "Well, if you did, I think it might scare her a bit. You should try it some time. Tell me how it goes." I laughed and nodded my head. John looked at his watch and said that it was ten to three, and that we should start getting ready to go. "Alright," I said. "I just have to grab my dress and some other things." "Oh, all right- I'll leave then." Joh said, getting up. "Wait just a second," I said, reaching my dress down from my closet. "Do you wanna see it?" "See what?" He said turning around. "My dress." I responded, as I unzipped the cover to reveal the dress I got earlier that day. "Nice," He said smiling. "He really likes you, you know that right?" "What?" I said as my eyes got bigger. "Paul, he told us that he thought you were a pretty nice gal. I think thats why he was disappointed when you said no to the press conference. He wanted to get to know you better I think." "Really? Did he tell you anything?" I said hopping that Paul hadn't told him about that kiss I pulled last night. "Oh... I know EVERYTHING..." John said laughing. "You do?" I said in a worried voice. "Oh, yes..." He said in his funny voice. "He told you didn't he," I said starting to smile. "mmm, hmmm" He said nodding, then he did his classic funny face and his evil laugh. "Oh my..." I said laughing as I whacked him in the arm. He did his evil laugh all the way out the door and I was just about ready to fall over I was laughing so hard. And then I heard the doorbell ring, so I grabbed my stuff and went downstairs to meet the others.
