For You, Blue ⌲ The Beatles

7; trouble

"How did you know that?" Paul asked with his eyebrows raised. He genuinely thought she didn't know anything about the band, let alone John and his rather remarkable aptitude for writing.

"Know what?" She asked as she brushed her hair. A few grains of pink glitter rained down from it and she felt nostalgia; recalling the reminiscence of 1999 and her nerdy but amazing boyfriend, Max.

"How John is quite the writer. I didn't know you were a fan!" Paul smiled.

"No- I'm- actually yeah I guess..." She stuttered as he handed her a stack of clothes. She knead her eyebrows together.

"You're not going to wear those rather grubby clothes are you? Surely you'd appreciate some new ones. These are mine, but they're too small for me and I thought they'd fit you quite nicely." Teddy didn't know how to appreciate the hospitality Paul has provided her. She was the kind of person who didn't know how to receive compliments; the kind of person who felt utterly bewildered when it came to being appreciative. The only thing she knew was to say thank you, and that's exactly what she did.

"No problem, it's no burden either so don't feel like you owe me," Paul said. Paul definitely fancied her, and he wanted to make sure she knew, although she is quite oblivious with all the signs he's shown.

After that she walked into the bathroom and sat on top of the sink. I need to get out of here. She thought. I can't stay with the Beatles anymore. I need to get home, or at least attempt to get home.

There was no possible way for her to get home though. She would need to find a picture taken in 1999, which is impossible- especially being in 1962. She could only go further back in time.

She was in a new tangent universe that she somehow created herself. A new distorted reality if you will. A distorted reality that is unbreakable, as if you're stuck inside a bubble that never pops. The worst part of it all though is that she not only has to find and construct a new way to get back home, but she also has to destroy the tangent and transport herself into the primary universe.

"Hey, you okay in there? You've been in there for a rather long time... Nearly two hours," Paul asked, evidently concerned. Teddy stared straight at the mirror with a million questions racing around her head. Acne started to arise on her face and so did under eye bags, which seemed to really pop out due to the fact that she had no makeup to conceal it.

"Yeah I'm fine, don't worry... Just reading some magazines." There were a few 60's model magazines in the cupboards and she flipped through them. They all had immense volumes of makeup and hairspray.

She was very circumspect with every picture, making sure no hurricanes would magically swirl around her and engulf her onto trip of time travel. 1962 seemed to be the safest place for her to stay until she gets her feet on the ground, so she consented to stay.

She opened the door reluctantly and noticed Paul was leaned onto the wall behind it.

"I really do hope every thing is okay."

"Yes. Everything's fine. I was really interested with your magazines... They're really different from the ones in America- I mean Blackpool." Teddy stammered, but Paul caught on quickly.

"I knew it, you were never from Blackpool. America, aren't you... I wish you'd just be honest with me, Ted. There's nothing wrong with America, it's great actually- a wonderful place." Paul definitely had this misinterpreted idea that America is this amazing place you just magically venture upon, but in reality it isn't as great as it seems.

"America is not that great..."

"And you think Liverpool is? God, Ted. It's so fucking cold here. I've got me jacket with me everywhere I go! America must be warmer, less rain," Paul contradicted.

"But you guys have the best music! Like, The Rolling Stones... And The Beatles of course!" Teddy argued.

"We're not that great. I swear whoever these Rolling Stones are, well they'l have more fame and success than us. We're just a shabby little band that can't get anymore gigs but at the Cavern Club."

"I'm sure you'll get more gigs out of Liverpool. Just keep your head up," Teddy reassured.

"Anyways, could we make a stop at the convenience store? I've got to pick up some some medicine for John, I'm afraid he hasn't been too well. His mum's death anniversary is rather soon. Four years," he muttered.

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After they reached the store, Teddy looked around. She couldn't help but to notice how much girl's fashion has changed.

"Why does John need so much medicine?" Teddy asked as he kept piling pill bottles in the cart.

"John is just the kind of guy that hates when you give him something out of your own kindness. He'd go mad over that. After a few hours or even days he'd turn around and would appreciate whatever you've provided him. I get more just so I can save the trip of coming here all the time," Paul explained as a smile ran away from his face. He was evidently a great friend to John, even though they've both been through their own hell with the same traumatic outcome.

Teddy couldn't even bring herself to imagine a world without her mom. Her mom's caring and soft-spoken nature. The way her light-auburn hair framed her face beautifully; the way her every syllable sang with earthiness and love. But most of all- the way I inherited her most benevolently polished hazel eyes, Teddy thought.

My dad though, he's my best friend. He's always been, for the most part. Always playing me old but classic songs just so I could impress Max. . . Always being the shoulder I would cry on. He had these bright, vivid and eccentric emerald eyes. They were those eyes that either portrayed the stairway to heaven or to hell.

"You must miss your folks as well. It's surely been a while since you've seen them," Paul added. Teddy looked at him sharply and traveled her eyes to the ground. She suddenly thought of her parents, unable to comprehend the thought of her parents not knowing where their one and only daughter had gone. I must be pronounced missing by now, she thought.

"Look, Ted, I know you miss your folks. I know you want to go home, and I also know you haven't got any cash to get you there... So I'll make sure to get that money for you. I'm sure I have enough-"

"No. You don't need to do that, really. I miss them, sure, but I can't go back now. I've just ventured upon this wonderful escapade and I'm not going to back out. I wanna make a change before it kills us in the long run." She knew exactly what she had to do now. She was going to go back in time to save John and Paul's mom- just to make them happy. They deserved happiness especially after Paul had suggested to pay for her to get back "home".

"What do you mean by that?" Paul asked and Teddy grinned.

"You'll see."