Lonely One: Chapter 1Lonely One: Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In September of 1964 I was a mostly regular nineteen year old girl who worked as a waitress at a family owned Italian restaurant. The town I lived in? Chicago. It might seem amazing to live there, and it could be, but it wasnt. I was making under minimum wage ($1.25 at the time) plus tips. Nobody tips well at a family owned restaurant no matter how good the service is. I work every night but Sundays and Mondays, helping to close up at eleven or later depending on how late customers stay.
Id been living in Chicago for about eight months. I shared an apartment with a seldom seen, but often heard, musician. His name is Greg, but he insists on being called Liam. God knows why. Hes a simple guy who knows exactly what he wants in life; music and the occasional one night stand. Hes somewhere around the age of twenty two, is about a foo
Lonely One: Chapter 5Someone was knocking on the front door. Answer it, Nicola, Greg called from his room. I rinsed out my mouth, rubbed my face, and proceeded to open the door. Jenna stood before me.Lonely One: Chapter 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nicole! You look terrible! Are you alright? She asked with concern.
I let her in and closed the door. No, I said. I feel exactly as I look.
Scarla told me about what happened. I tried calling twice yesterday but there was no answer. I called this morning too, but you didnt answer then either! Whats been going on? Jenna asked.
Come, sit, I said, gesturing to the living room. She and I sat adjacent to each other.
Jenna was the only person Id ever confide in. She was about the same height as me, but had long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She never judged me or anyone, an
Lonely One: Chapter 10"I'm thinking we should go elsewhere," I said, pulling my shirt over my head after a well received shower. I smoothed out the wrinkles as I waited for a response.Lonely One: Chapter 105 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why? We just got here," Epona said cautiously. She ran a comb through her long brown hair.
"I dunno, I just don't feel safe here," I hinted.
"Well, what if we're found?" I said, staring right at her.
"Found by who? Those thugs? Unlikely. We're way off the grid as far as they're concerned," Epona huffed. "Now can we please go get something to eat?"
I let my shoulders sag. I had to agree with her about finding a meal. We hadn't eaten in a few days. I'd been trying to drag out of her what I'd heard a few nights before. I was almost ready to run. Today was September twentieth.
"Hey, what about that café over there?" Epona pointed to a small, out of the way shop. A perfect place for someone to jump us or me, at least. It was a smaller area, densely packed with dark and scary places.
"Uh, sure, righ
Lonely One: Chapter 6The poster was faded and torn in a few places. Some one had taken a pen and drawn hearts around the edges.Lonely One: Chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beatles in person! LIVE at the Boston Garden Saturday, September 12th at 8pm. General Admission $5.00
I gaped at the four familiar faces staring at me. Id followed the Beatles on their tour without knowing. I ran inside the registry office, booked a room for three nights, and asked where the nearest place was that I could by a ticket for the concert.
Nothins gonna be open right now, the man said gruffly. Tha closest place that sells tickets is the grocer down the street.
Well what time do they open? I asked impatiently.
Seven in tha mornin, the man said, handing me the key to my room. I thanked him and proceeded to room thirty six.
The dimly lit room was disheartening. A small bed sat in the corner with a cheap comfor
Lonely One: Chapter 2I stared with horror at my now bleeding hand. I could feel my face lose all color as I backed into the wall. My elbow hit a stack of plates on the counter next to me sending them to the floor.Lonely One: Chapter 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Christ! Nicky, youre bleeding! Jim yelled upon entering the kitchen. He dropped his empty tray and grabbed a dry cloth. Clark was right behind him.
I could feel my heart thumping against my chest. The sight of so much blood was making me dizzy. I couldnt speak. Jim pulled me away from the wall and had a good look at the gash in my hand before pressing the cloth onto the cut. Im taking you to the hospital, he said. Clark was standing behind me, a firm hand on my shoulder.
I suddenly found my voice. No youre not! I shouted, backing away from him and running into Clark. My mind was racing with horrible memories
Lonely One: Chaper 4The large, industrial looking staircase was quiet and empty. I ran down two flights before stopping. I slumped down on the top of a flight of steps and put my head in my hands.Lonely One: Chaper 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I couldnt believe Id been used like that. There was no attraction to me, just my body. I felt even worse for feeling that way about Paul. I didnt even know the man. I wouldnt cry about this. I couldnt. I had other things to be upset about. I felt sick. I wished I hadnt had any alcohol at all.
I could hear someone coming down the stairs. I looked back up the way I came only to see George, of all people. I turned away. He seated himself next to me.
What are yeh doin down here, luv? he asked.
Sitting, I replied, avoiding his gaze.
Why for? he implored.
He was starting to get
Lonely One 7Hello, gentlemen, I said lightly as Brian, Mal, Neil, a few others, and the Beatles entered the suite. Welcome to the hotel Madison. Please feel free to relax and enjoy yourselves. Weve got food and drink available as well as massages.Lonely One 76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few nodded to me. Neil shot me a confused look, but moved on and allowed his coat to be taken. John and Paul went past me without a glance. Ringo winked at me, and George just stared. I hoped he recognized me, but at the same time I wanted to run and hide.
Their sudden appearance drove my mind back to Chicago. I felt a pang of homesickness, though Chicago wasnt really my home. I missed Greg and Jim.
The four Beatles were dressed in their usual suits, though John had already removed his tie. Paul kicked off his signature Beatle boots and relaxed on the sofa. Ringo made for the food. Georg
Lonely One: Chapter 3Greg grabbed my hand and squeezed it. He said something, but I couldnt hear him. I shook my head and pointed to my ear. He laughed and returned his gaze to the stage. I decided to have a look around.Lonely One: Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The girl next to me had her eight millimeter camera and was hungrily filming the lads. She would scream at random intervals. I found it extremely annoying. Girls behind me were kicking my seat. I turned to Greg and gave him a pleading look. He leaned over and yelled into my ear, Isnt this great?!
I shook my head. I was starting to feel sick. I shouldnt have come. I grabbed Gregs hand and dragged him to his feet. I looked up at the stage. They were now singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand. Excellent song, but I was leaving.
George suddenly looked right at me. I froze, wonderin
Lonely One: Chapter 8 EDITEDThe world seemed more and more foreboding as I trudged down the hallway to the elevator. My suitcase seemed to get heavier as I descended to the first floor. The hotel lobby was deserted.Lonely One: Chapter 8 EDITED6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I turned around and was almost trampled by Epona. She was wearing regular street clothes and had a small shoulder bag.
"I'm coming with you."
I gaped at her. "Come again?"
Epona sighed. "I'm coming with you, Nicole." Her face was stone cold. She was serious.
"No you're not," I replied haughtily, before turning around. Before I reached the door, Epona grabbed my suitcase.
"Hey, let go!" I yelled.
"Make me!" Epona yelled back.
We wrestled with the bag until it split open, spilling the contents on to the floor.
"Now look what you've done," I growled. "I don't need you messing up my life more, Epona."
"I don't want to mess up your life," Epona said as
Lonely One Chapter 9"I'm not in any position to allow you to board that train," the man said in a gruff voice.Lonely One Chapter 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A knot formed in my stomach. Epona shot me a scared look.
"Why not?" I said defiantly.
"I've got some friends who want to talk to you," he responded. He got up from his seat.
"Run," Epona said through grit teeth.
She didn't have to tell me twice. I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her away. People were blurred figures as we flew past them. Voices echoed behind us. Angry voices.
"Oh my God, my life!" I said angrily as we sped around a corner and out a fire exit. We found ourselves in an alley way near the train tracks. We looked around frantically before Epona made up both our minds. She grabbed my bag and used it to pull me toward the tracks. A train was just leaving the station.
"What are we doing?" I panted.
"We're hitching a ride!" Epona shouted back.
"We don't even know where it's
And I love her: Chapter OneAnd I love her: Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The British countryside seemed alive at this moment, as the black car drove up the countryside. In the distance, bees danced and butterflies scattered through the air and the smell of fresh grass entered a slightly opened window.
A Nun, named Mary Elizabeth, watched the car enter the stable recuperation centre, with hyperactive children bouncing around her.
Here they come. She whispered. Lord Praise us all.
A woman stood watching this with an eyebrow raised but said nothing. She just continued to saddle the horse, with a quiet smile on her ruby lips. One of the children noted this, and walked up to her.
Arent you excited to meet them Eppie? She asked.
Todays your day Bea. The girl smiled cheekily. And I quite fancy a ride.
Remind me again, John Lennon hissed to Paul McCartney, as he stepped out of the car. Why we are going to loo
Don't Pass Me By Chapter 1August 18th, 1964Don't Pass Me By Chapter 15 years ago in Romance More Like This
Emma felt as if they had been arguing for hours, but in reality it had only been fifteen minutes.
"Do you love her?" Emma asked, looking Matt straight in the eye.
"Umm " He looked down and closed his eyes.
"I ASKED IF YOU LOVE HER!" Emma was trying her hardest not to cry. After some thought, Matt opened his eyes and looked back up.
"Yeah, I think I do." Matt said this somewhat finally.
"That's all I need to hear. Ta for wastin' three years of me life, Matt!"
Emma threw her coat back on and walked out of the apartment. When going down the stairs, she saw a gorgeous blond girl who asked if she know where Matthew Smith's apartment was.
"430." Emma said this rather harshly, relishing the hurt look on the girl's face. The girl continued on up. "Of course he wants a double-D girl with Bardot hair. Guys never want short-haired brunettes. I bet s