I'm With the Beatles

Hello, Goodbye

There was a large and long table in the middle of a huge dining room. Food galore topped the surface and I took a seat between Paul and John. George and Ringo sat across from us. DJ Murray the K was at the end, flirting it up with some Playboy Bunny.

"So, where are ya from?" John asked me before he stuffed a buttered roll into his mouth.

"Texas." I answered quite innocently.

"Ya mean to tell me you came all the way to New York just to see us?" Ringo chimed in. He was already eating a huge turkey leg.

"Yes."

"Where are your parents?" Murray the K blasted as a buxom blonde was giving him a massage.

"I have no parents."

"What do you mean?" Paul questioned sweetly with confusion.

"I lived in a foster home." I lied.

"How in the h_ll did you make it up here then?" Murray questioned with a bit of laughter in his voice.

"I hopped a train." I lied again.

"Don't you think you're a little young to be doing that?" Murray popped back.

"I'm going to be twenty in two months!" I jousted with anger.

Everyone dropped what they were holding onto their plates. Even the bunnies that surrounded the annoying DJ gasped in horror.

"What?" I asked.

"You're nineteen?" Paul wondered with surprise.

"Mmm, like 'em fiesty!" John joked as he scooped up a pile of mashed potatoes onto his spoon.

Ringo and George laughed at John's escapade and just stared at me.

"Yeah, I'm nineteen, why?"

"Man, I could've sworn that you were at least fourteen, you're so d_mn short!" Murray laughed.

"I could've sworn that you were sophisticated until you opened your d_mn mouth!" I shot back.

"Ouch!" Ringo and George mimicked at the same time.

"Yep, very fiesty!" John managed to say between chews.

Paul just sat there with a puzzled look on his face. I had a feeling that he didn't even pay attention to my all epic comeback. He was still confused over my age.

"Aye, that's great! Me twenty-first birthday is coming up in sixteen days! I'm expecting a present this time, Ringo!" George added.

"Kin in, George. By the way, John and I are twenty-three!"

"Aye, it be true!" John checked.

I turned to my right to hear Paul's answer. He gave me a quick wink.

"I'm twenty-two." he finally admitted.

"Basically, she should be with me!" George playfully stated. Paul gave him an evil glance.

"Well, it's very good to have you here...err..." John began as he held out his hand for a shake.

"Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie." I answered his unspoken question. The other three's eyes shot up and glowed.

"Aye, Dizzy Miss Lizzy seems more appropriate." John joked once more.

I giggled and held out my shaky hand. Ringo and George also wanted a handshake. Paul still sat unmoved, but had a smile plastered on his face. I gave him my hand as well. Not only did he shake it, but kissed it, too! I knew that I was blushing pretty hard now!

"You flirt too much, Paul!" Ringo whined.

"Aw, poor little Ringo, maybe that's why they call Paul the "Cutest Beatle"!" George cried as he motioned the quotation marks over the end of the sentence.

"Kin in, guys!" Paul sneered, but with happiness.

"So, men, how d'ya think you did tonight?" Murray asked with much seriousness.

All of the boys murmured and spoke together at the same time. I really couldn't understand any of them.

"Yeah, I would love to know how you boys feel!" I tried.

They stopped speaking their gibberish and Paul spoke up.

"I have a feeling that a lot of people watched us tonight! I mean, besides the crowd of screamies, there was no one else out in the streets or stores earlier!"

"Gear!" Ringo agreed.

George laughed at Ringo and nodded when he looked at me.

"John?" I questioned as I turned towards him.

"Um...I think it was the best thing we have done so far in the states! Is that a good answer?"

I nodded and smiled with appreciation. He gave a tight-lipped grin.

"By the way, Lizzie, we are men, not boys!" he joked in a seductive manner as he shook a spoonful of Jell-o at me. He let out a huge chuckle and shoved the jiggly, green substance into his mouth.

"Ew, John just ate a nasty bogie!" George cried with funny disgust.

"And I loved it!"

"Lizzie, can I ask you a serious question?" Paul asked out of the blue. Everyone grew quiet once again.

"Sure, Paul! What is it?"

He hesitated for a few seconds before he questioned, "Do you really like our hair?"

"Of course! Y'all look very cute!" I cried with a smile. Paul laughed and I could've sworn that he blushed a bit.

"Cute?" George wondered with a slight low pitch at the end.

"I would've expected something different from a girl like you!" Murray spat. He was wiping his face of the excess saliva he created when talking to the women.

"Hey, I'm just a teen!" I saved myself.

"And a true Southern girl!" John joked with a terrible Southern accent.

"Y'all, y'all, y'all..." Ringo repeated over and over, mimicking me.

"Alright, men, that will be enough! Peppermint Lounge awaits you." Murray interrupted.

"Gear! Time to do the twist!" Ringo shouted with happiness.

"I bet I can beat ya there!" George challenged. They both ran around the table.

"Not unless I beat ya both there first!" John yelled and he ran out the door with the other two following in his dust.

"Well, would you like to accompany me to the Peppermint Lounge?" Paul asked me sweetly.

"Of course, Mr.McCartney!" I cooed with a giggle.

"Me dear lass, just call me Paul!" he joked along.

He pulled my seat out and offered his elbow. I linked my left arm in his right one and we followed the three crazy amigos out the door, leaving Murray the K kissing on ten different bunnies.