Strawberry Fields Forever (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

Michelle's P.O.V

It's been about 20 minutes and the whole time I have been just sitting here on the couch with my eyes widened. Was that really the Beatles that walked in here just a while ago?

Was that Brian they were calling for? I probably should have told them that he was out with Mr. Baker, but I don't think I said a thing the whole time. I couldn't even open my mouth.

Oh, god. I feel like I must have looked so stupid. I was watching them on the T.V too! They probably thought I was some crazed fangirl now. That's probably why they barely even looked at me, or even gave me the time of day.

Er, maybe they did. Either way, I froze and was too dazed to notice.

All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the front door. I figured it was either Brian or Mr. Baker. I got up with my blanket still around me and walked to the front door, and slowly opened it.

"Er, hey...Michelle, wasn't it?"

I blankly stared back at him.

"Oh, uh, yeah, hey Paul."

He blushed slightly.

"Hi, um, me and the lads were messing around in town after stopping by here to look for Brian, and we found something that we think might be yours."

I probably looked slightly confused, although interested.

"Oh! What did you find?"

He pulled out a photograph of my mother and father, and my heart sank.

I grabbed it out of his hands. "Where did you find this?"

He looked rather taken aback by my actions.

"We found it in an alley, and it has your name on the back so we all decided I should come return it to you." Paul said looking down at his feet. "And there was something else we all were wondering, too." Paul said with his cheeks pink.

"What?" I asked dryly.

"Where have you been staying?" He asked nervously.

Now my cheeks turned pink.

"Mr. Baker asked me to stay with him." I said, obviously embarrassed.

"Where have you been staying before that?" He said, sincerity in his eyes. I couldn't look away.

"Wherever you found that picture." I said before I had even realized what I said.

Paul looked up. "Yeah, we figured. I'm sure you wouldn't mind leaving this lonely place for a while?" He said suddenly more cheery. "The boys wanted me to bring you back with me." He said looking back down at the floor.
I smiled but was slightly hesitant.

"Hm I don't know Paul." I said looking anywhere but at him. Because I knew the moment I looked into his eyes I'd have to say yes.

"Oh, come on." He said smiling, grabbing and pulling at my hand.

That was it. I was in.

"Okay, I'll come with you Paul." I laughed. "But just to see the rest of the guys!" I said laughing again. We
both sprinted out of the house and laughed the whole way there.

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Ringo's P.O.V

For the past 15 minutes John, George, and I were sitting inside the bakery waiting upon the arrival of Paul and Michelle.

"I bet he didn't even ask her to come back, he's just keeping her for himself." John snorted.

"Oh calm down, will you. You act as if you're jealous or something." I responded, straightening out my jacket.

A few minutes in silence later, we all hear laughter coming closer and closer from down the street. Moments following, Paul walks in followed by Michelle.

My eyes immediately widened. I guess I hadn't really taken a good look at her when we crashed through Mr. Baker's place. 

They both walked over to our little table in the bakery.

"Hello fellas," Paul started, looking quite pleased with himself. "I'm sure you all remember Michelle?"

Michelle gave a small wave and her face turned slightly pink.

George smiled and stood up. "Of course, I remember seeing you in Mr. Baker's shop all the time." He said.

"Yeah, I remember that too." Michelle answered. Although she didn't smile back. Me and John didn't say anything. 

"Please, sit down!" George continued.

Now she smiled and we all went to a table we could all fit at. 

"So.." John started, looking right at her. "Is what Paul asked true?"

Obviously putting her on the spot, Michelle turned white as a ghost and looked at the floor.

"Uh, yeah. It is, that's where I've been staying until Mr. Baker asked me to stay with him."

I couldn't believe it. How could such a girl have had only the dirty street to call her home? A very worrysome look developed over my face.

"Why on earth was a girl like you living on the streets?" I said.

I guess I sounded too overdramatic, for the rest of the boys whipped their heads around and looked at me right as I said it. However, the look on Michelle's face changed from the already horrible look it had on it to an even worse one. However, it quickly changed to a small, however seemingly fake smile. 

"Oh," she started. "Well you see, I just moved here from North Carolina to go to the Liverpool College of Art this past summer, and was kind of finding it hard to survive on my own." She said giving a small chuckle at the end, yet there was a tone of uncertainty in her voice.

"Hey, no kidding!" John said, sounding excited. "I went to that college too!" They both started laughing.

I saw George's face grow really tense as he looked back and forth between John and Michelle.

"You can come stay with me!" George blurted out. "Er, I mean, us." He said, a smile growing over his face. 

Michelle, John, Paul and I were taken aback. 

"Oh, uh, George I don't even know you guys..." She said, extremely embarrassed.

"No, George is right." I butted in. "You really should come and stay with us. I think you'll have a lot of a better time than staying with Brian and Mr. Baker." I said. 

She looked around at all our hopeful faces.

"Well...I mean I guess that's a good idea...."