To The Future! (A Beatles Fan Fiction)

Meeting the fab two

John's P.O.V.

After watching the ever stupid Dr. Who, I get up and go to bed. In the morning, Rebecca was waiting for all of us.

"Morning lads!" Rebecca said excitedly.

"Whar you so happy 'bout?" I question.

"I've got a marvy surprise for you lads!" Rebecca shouts.

Ringo daudles in. "Quit shouting... I feel a headache comin'"

"Er, sorry Ringo. I'm just so excited! Get on these suits," she ssid, handing us some nice navy blue suits.

"Where we goin', Becca?" Paul asks cautiously.

"Surprise," Rebecca said, then skips out of the room.

"We beter get dressed. These suits won't put themselves on!" Ringo lamely jokes.

As soon as we get our suits on (George finally puts it on right) we go to Rebecca's room's door.

"Comin'," she replies.

As she steps out of her room, she is wearing a short navy dress, with dark blue pumps. Her hair is curled pretty.

"Whew! Have I introduced meself?" I ask seductivly.

"Aw, shut it, Lennon," Rebecca said, pouting.

"Jest kiddin'" I say quickly.

We climb into her (shittty) Chevy, and she starts driving.

"Soooooo... Where we heading?" George asked.

"London."

"Oh, cool! I love London," Paul said optimisticly, even though London was a rather long trip.

So here's a replay...

                   The Story of What Happened During the Long Car Ride

Ringo: Are we there yet?

Rebecca: No, we have 'bout an hour.

Paul: Le's play ISpy!

George: I spy with me little eye, so mat blue.

Paul: Me suit!

George: Aw, how'd ye guess? Tha's not fair...

Paul: Alright, it's my turn. I spy somat... gray!

George: The sky!

Paul: Yep. Yer turn.

George: I spy somat brown.

Paul: Me 'air.

George: Yer right! Again...

Ringo: Are we there yet?

Rebecca: No, we have 'bout 57 minutes left.

Ringo: Are ye sure?

Rebecca: Yes!

Paul: I spy a git.

George: Ringo!

Paul: Yep.

Ringo: Oi! Tha's not nice!

Me: It's very true, though.

Ringo: Sod off, Lennon.

Me: ♪Once a git, always a git!♪

Rebecca: Shut up, you lot.

George: Aw, what'd I do?

Rebecca: Don't play innocent, George.

Ringo: Are we there yet?

Rebecca/Paul/George/Me: SHUT UP!!!

Ringo: Sorry...

The End!

So finally after 45 minutes of silence, we arrive in London.

"Ah, finally! We're here!" Ringo shouts.

"Jest notice that, did you?" I ask, rather annoyed.

"Cheeky."

"Shut yer gobs, both of you!" Rebecca shouts, "I'm tryin' to concentrate!"

After nine minutes, we arrive in front of a fancy house.

"Come on lads. You need to meet someone," Rebecca said seriously.

We walk up to the house and knock on the door. A butler opens it.

"Yes?" he asks.

"We're here to see Mr. McCartney," Rebecca whispers.

The butler let's us in and leads us to a room. He opens the door, and we go in.

"Meet Sir Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr," Rebecca says to us.

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A.N.

Wish, cliff hanger! Howd you like it? And tysm for all the nice comments FourLadsWhoStoleMyHeart! I love you all so much! Peace!