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Okay, so this is a fanfiction that me and my little sister started (and are still writing) back in January. It's very mary-suish, and in some parts it doesn't make sense, but we love it and I'd like to know your guys' views on it. So, with out further ado:

I Me Mine!

PREVIOUSLY…

God, she's been at that thing for over a few days! Ever since she found out that the star song that we had to play had to be created from scratch, and that the pay was to be doubled, she went into overdrive, seeing as how the wedding was only a few days away. I merely shook my head and was going to grab some coffee when a blood curdling scream emitted from the computer room….

Chapter 2: I'm So Tired

7:15 am in Iowa, 2010

Cory's POV:

OH MY GOD!!! WHERE IS IT!!! I looked through all the files!! GONE!! ALL GONE!! I had spent a better half of the night writing that song, and then starting the different music parts!! I can't believe my luck!!

How…..HOW!!!! I checked my firewall…I wasn't hacked…I checked the trash bin…nope, not there either! This is impossible! And I KNOW that I didn't just DREAM about making it. I had worked so hard on that! Wait, maybe I have it somewhere in my notebook…

I ran to my bedroom to go check…

All throughout the house, my cries of despair and insanity rang out.

2:30 am in John's apartment, 1962

Paul's POV

I'd been in bed for over half an hour, and still those lyrics ran through my head…Especially that part with "The world is blurred, yet I can see." Now THAT sounds like something I would see after having smoked for about three hours! Still. It sounded nice. I wonder if I could get John to put that in one of our songs….Maybe Pete even could sing….stop worrying about it, Macca! Get some ********' sleep, or you'll never hear the end of it when you wake up looking completely ********' wasted before noon!

The next day…same year

Aw, I feel like s**t! I really shouldn't have stayed up so late thinkin' about that bloody song. Still, the words were almost…haunting. Bah, stupid girly stuff is all it is. I rubbed my eyes as John led in another practice.

John began to speak but I couldn't hear him.

"Alright, lads, let's start this from the to- - Oi! Paulie! Wake up, son!"

I shook out of my trance long enough to glare at our "leader."

The practice was awful. I was so tired. Maybe we should write a song about being tired? I'd look into it later. Anyway, I couldn't concentrate. Why should I care about a song a couple of birds wrote?

Maybe because it's better than most of the crap we usually write…DAMN! Look what they've done! Huh, maybe I should write a song about that as well…GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE ********' CLOUDS, PAUL!! I swear! What the hell is the matter with me….

Back in 2010: Class Time

Cory's POV

I can't concentrate on what my teacher is saying. What was I supposed to do for the Spanish final again? Single spaced essays or double?? I single spaced them…I think I did it wrong. I didn't care, hell, I don't even think I was even paying attention to my own sentences. Did I just write something about kittens? Oh man…

Linda's POV

Okay, something is definitely up! I know that the song's gone and we have start from scratch, but my sister is TOTALLY freaking out! If she doesn't get her head together, we're not gonna sound good anyway! Maybe I should call the band together and have a meeting. I'm sure if we play a few numbers at practice tonight, she'll be feeling a little better. Heh, maybe I can convince her to play a song by Paul McCarteny! My favorite bassist! I look up to this guy, even though he's like what, 60? So? Cory's in love with a dead guy, so why not?? Okay, yeah, that was mean. George Harrison actually had some pretty good songs, so I can't really blame her…

Cavern Club: 1962

George's POV

Something's up with Paul. I mean that practice we just had was just awful! He was so flat, and the singing was terrible! If we perform like this, then the crowds gonna eat us alive tonight, or at least, they're gonna eat PAUL alive tonight. Poor Macca, especially since he's always going' after the pretty ones. I decided to pull him aside.

"What's goin' on, mate?" I asked with as much concern as someone like myself could muster.

He gave me a dazed look and then showed me a piece of paper. Was it a song?

"Read it…" he said. So I did.

These words were definitely something. The warning would've made me thought that John had written it, but I suddenly realized that John would never write something like this. It seemed too…deep? I guess Paul might have written it, but then again, he he's the one who's in a daze about it. Maybe he's just surprised that he wrote something. However, I saw the bottom, and it said, "Property of Cory and Linda Roseburg." Interesting names to say the least, but I could now tell that this was definitely a girl's handwriting. Not only that, but it was really good. It even had instrumental parts for it. I turned to him again.

"You've GOT to show John this!"

"It's not my work!" he exclaimed.

"Show it anyway. I mean, if we play the song, who knows? The person might come up to claim it again." I reasoned

"Yeah, and then we'll all get our asses kicked for playing the song, I mean, did you even LOOK at that warning?" Paul looked panicked and disturbed. Hah! I can't even spell those words, much less say them.

"C'mon, what's the worst that could happen?" With that, I turned to leave with my guitar in hand. Hopefully, that clears him up a bit to get him to start playing seriously, because we're going on in five minutes, and to crash and burn now is not on my agenda for the day. God! I'm turning into a bloody dictionary! Agenda? Seriously?!

Paul's POV

Maybe George is right. Maybe I'm worrying over this "Roseburg" thing a bit too much. Hmm…I wonder what those girls are like. The name Linda sounds pretty catchy, if not sexy. That seemed to bring me back as I went over to John and tapped him over the shoulder.

"What the ******** do you want now, Macca? Or are you actually gonna take your playing seriously now, cuz you were s**t at practice today, and you know it!!"

"Look," I said with a sigh, knowing he would've been like this anyway for just simply tapping him on the shoulder, "I was just trying to figure out if I should show you this song or not."

He gives me a weird look and then snatches the paper from my hands and reads it. Then, he does something really weird, he starts laughing! And when John Lennon laughs, it's not pretty, cuz it's like a screeching bird that's dying from twenty miles away. (AN: No, seriously, have you heard this guy laugh before? It's SCARY!)

"This is ********' brilliant! You wrote this yeself?" he gave me an incredulous look, as if I couldn't write a song worth s**t. Thanks John, thanks a lot. Anyway, I was about to answer when he clapped me on the back. "Looks like you're not as useless as I thought. The song's a lil' girly, but I think we can get it done for tomorrow. Alright, let's get up there and play a real show for these people." He said and then left me alone to my thoughts…that is…till he arrived. Peter looked at me and shrugged off my glare that I was giving him. I guess he must be used to it by now. Oh well, I'll deal with him later… I thought as I grabbed my bass and ran up to the stage with the rest of the fellows to play for our adoring fans.

2010: 5:15 p.m. at the Roseburg House

Cory's POV:

Okay, I have to admit that that was the best practice our group has ever had. Who knows? Maybe we will be ready in two days, new song or no. I just wish we had it with us, you know? Still, I'm sure the couple will understand-I hope-about our situation and maybe just give us the original pay and not worry about paying us double for the new song. Still, it would've been fun to play it and get the extra cash. I mean, hey, you need to make a living off something.

I turned to Linda as I put my guitar away when she said, "I'm going to take a nap for a few minutes…call me if you need anything."

"Yes, mother," I chided to my little sister as I went back to the computer. I figured I could try to look for it again while I'm feeling so calm at the moment. I looked outside before sitting down. Those storm clouds weren't there before…that could spell bad news…

AN: Uh oh…that can spell trouble… Hahahaha, I'm all about Cliffhangers!! Okay, well here's Chapter Two, not too bad, if I say so myself.

Chapter 4: Day Tripper

Previously:

…I turned around to figure out who was making that amazing bassist sound that only a truly true bassist could create with bassist fingers…

The Cavern Club:1962

Linda's POV (cont)

I looked around for the source of the lovely noise, when I noticed the tune was familiar. It seemed I knew it, but hadn't played it yet…Linda, you dumbass! That's Cory's song!

I now knew that because she played it for me on her electric keyboard, explaining that it started out with bass.

"Who…"

As I turned my head, I found a stage holding four, very HANDSOME, young men. (CO AN: No, people, I do not think there are "Hot" or "Sexy" people. There is "Handsome/attractive" and "Cute.") And one happened to be very cute.

But not only were the faces attractive, they belonged to the great Beatles. Surely they had to be cosplayers? After all, there were girls dressed like they were in "Hairspray" or something!

My jaw dropped as I watched who looked like my favorite Beatle, playing my part in Cory's song.

Oh, where was Cory? She couldn't be missing this! She had to be here somewhere!

Cory' POV (Same place)

Wow, how the hell did I wind up here? Where's my computer screen? There was a ton of noise, where ever I was. It was almost like a nightclub or something like that.

I stared at all the screaming girls, realizing they were all dressed in weird skirts…like the ones we had to wear in "Bye-Bye Birdie"…and there was me, in jeans and a T-shirt. They were obsessing over some crappy Beatles cosplayers…although that George looked pretty authentic.

Suddenly, my ears perked up, recognizing that bassline I had played for Linda just two days before.

Oh, I am pissed. There could be only one explanation…

"LINDA!!!"

The little traitor ******** sold me out! Oh where was she? WHERE was she?!

When I spotted her, she looked completely dumbfounded. That didn't matter. All that mattered was my sister getting the a**-whupping of her life!

She turned her head at the call of her name, and her eyes grew wide with confusion, but with fear all the same.

Linda's POV:

Uh…why is she so mad at me….? Uh oh, she's coming this way…g-gotta run….NOW!!! "GO GO GADGET LEGS!!"

Paul's POV:

Huh, I actually am glad that we decided to play the song after all. It's really good and everything. Hell, the girls are going WILD! But two of them seem to be silent. Well, actually, from what I can see, one is on the floor, and the other is holding two mugs and is staring right at me in disbelief.

I shook my head out of it and began to sing:

"You take my hand and yo—"

"LINDA!!!"

That voice was so loud, yet strangely musical, we all had to stop and stare as the girl who was previously on the floor, stood up with fire in her eyes, and anger all over her face!

Damn, I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of that bird.

However, she wasn't that bad looking, either. She had brown and blonde? hair, dark brown eyes, and a pretty face…and don't get me started on the girl whose eyes were wide with fear, and I'm guessing was Linda.

I just love red-heads. Even more than blondes, you could say, and this one really caught my eye.

What really set the girls a part from all the others in the Cavern was the fact that they weren't wearing…well…girl clothes. They were wearing slobby boys' clothing…that was strangely working for both of them! I couldn't take my eyes off the Linda girl…

Especially since she was beginning to run away, after screaming out the strangest thing about a gaget. Wait, running away? Why? Might have something to do with that other girl who's ready to chase her down. I shook my head and was about to say something when John shouted,

"WHAT THE ******** IS GOING ON HERE??!!"

The brown/blondie had the Linda girl in a choke hold and Linda was trying to pull out her hair.

She made a strangled, choking nose, when the blonde-brunette shouted "THAT WAS OUR ******** SONG! YOU LITTLE b***h!"

Ah…so THEY were the ones who wrote the song. Suddenly I didn't feel so good.

They both looked rather wet, because the brunette, who I assumed to be Cory, ran into Linda with such force that both the ceramic mugs flew out of her hands, covering them both in steaming hot chocolate and tea.

The place went silent as the two fighting birds received strange stares from everyone there. We had long since stopped playing, and we were waiting for someone to intervene. I kind of wanted to see how the whole thing played out, until John shouted (boy, that man shouts a LOT in this story, doesn't he?),

"WILL SOMEONE GET THOSE TWO GIRLS THE HELL OUT OF HERE! They are ruining our new song!"

thank you, but I'm only just getting warmed up! biggrin

Here's more drama to ensue!!

Chapter 5: Don't Let Me Down

Previously:

"WILL SOMEONE GET THOSE TWO GIRLS THE HELL OUT OF HERE! They are ruining our new song!"

Cory's POV:

Linda's hand was currently in my mouth. My jaw dropped, releasing it, allowing me to spit out,

"Excuse me?!" Who the hell did this guy think he was, calling it their song? Oh, I see what's happened. That little traitor I call a sister sold these guys the ********' rights…I didn't even know the rights HAD a price!

So, it was official. There were a**-whuppings to be dealt, and all of them were to be dealt by my fist(s). Even if these guys were the real deal they'd be dead where they stood.

"Are you bleedin' deaf? The great John said get out, you stupid gits!"

I looked around to find where the voice had come from. A ditzy blonde had made her way over to chew us out. She looked skinny. I could take this anorexic b***h, no problem.

However, I ignored her, walking up to the stage to stare down my prey.

"So. Your song, is it? Tell me, you great big fakes, how did you get the inspiration for MY ********' SONG?!"

The fake George lifted his eyebrows, a look of surprise on his face. And he spoke with the fakest Liverpool accent I'd ever heard.

"So. You're the foreign birds who wrote this hit. Well, we hoped you'd come to claim it once ya heard it." He looked like he was considering something. "You really think we're fakes?"

…Foreign…birds? Did he just call us birds? Suddenly Linda chimed in,

"Excuse me, but do we look like we have feathers to you?"

Clearly not the brightest crayon in the box. Everyone snickered. She looked around, her hair still darkened and wet from the drinks.

"What's everyone laughing at?"

Even I couldn't figure it out…and I'm the smart one. So we stood there in sheer confusion until a random voice called,

"You, luv! Now get out of those ridiculous boys' clothes and leave…and don't come back until you've learned how to drink your tea!"

Everyone laughed… again. She looked miserable. I can't say I was much better off. It felt really awkward.

"So…you didn't sell them our song?"

Linda shook her head.

"And we're the foreign ones, making these guys not American."

Again, she shook her head, but more slowly, eyes widening as if she was hit by a sudden realization…

s**t…

I turned to the stage, wanting to scream my head off at being in the presence of our idols.

"So," I choked out. "You didn't steal our song…"

They all shook their heads

"And now we're…" I looked around. "Somewhere."

George's POV

"You're not just somewhere," I said. "This is the Cavern Club!"

These two girls really had no idea where they were? Then how did they get here? I looked over at John. He was furious! I guess I couldn't blame him, though. It was bad enough that two pretty birds practically hated us, but it was another thing to call him 'fake'.

"So. You little girls think you're musical geniuses, do you?" he said with a sneer. "Well, if you're as good as you say, I'm sure you won't mind playing Paul's song for us, now will you?"

Why must he always do this? Then I remembered. He didn't think girls could be good at music…just in bed.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, and heard a slightly sheepish voice. It was the blonde-streaked brunette, Cory.

"E-excuse me, but can I borrow that? I'd ask someone else, except…"

Except that John scared you shitless.

I turned my head to look at Paul, only to see that Linda was doing the same thing…but she wasn't as shy.

"Hello there, sir!" she said in a somewhat-British accent. "May I borrow that?" She pointed to his bass.

Oh, there is no possible way she could even attempt---is she even-

"'Sokay, I'm a lefty!" she said, waving her left hand, giggling.

I turned back to Cory, who was adjusting the strap. I winked at her and whispered, "you'll be fine, I'm sure."

I hope…

As soon as I said that she looked like she could faint at any moment.

But she soon shook it off.

"I'd use my own, but I'm afraid I don't know where it is!" Linda continued.

Suddenly Cory caught on and joined in, laughing "Or when!"

Suddenly I looked at John and smiled. He was utterly dumbfounded! Linda and Cory found the same sight and smacked their hands in front of their mouths from laughing. I mean, who wouldn't?

John's POV

I absolutely cannot believe this is happening! Is it even happening? I pinched my hand. It hurt. It was happening.

I shot Paul a dirty look. Was he really having us play someone else's song? Had all the bird-shagging finally gotten to his head? I mean bloody hell!

I motioned for the others to follow in making our way off stage. But suddenly that little "Linda" girl, or whatever her name was, shouted, most unladylike,

"HEY! YOU! Where do ya think you're goin'?"

I pointed to myself, raising my eyebrows. Me? Why me?

She rolled her eyes. "No, not you, stupid! Him!"

She pointed behind me. I looked. Pete? Why Pete?

"Why do you need him?"

She suddenly laughed, putting up both her hands when the bass strap was secure.

"Well, I would say we could do it ourselves, but A: we only have two hands. And B: Neither of us knows how to play drums!"

They both laughed at that. I scowled, then sneered, "hope ya don't mind playin' for a coupla girls, Petey!

And with that, I left the stage.

AN: This entire chapter was written by the co-author, Sweeneysbestfriend. I'll be writing the whole of chapter 6 to even it out. Hope you liked!!! And now for something completely different, a word from our sponsors.

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Chapter 7: HELP!!

Previously:

What is it with American girls and British bands? Well, as I said before, you don't see ME complaining.

During the Hurricanes:

Paul's POV

Wow. These girls really seem to enjoy listening to these lads. Can't say I blame them, though. Ringo really did well.

I saw Cory whisper something in her sister's ear, and the other nodding in agreement. Then they chatted away happily about it.

Girly secrets perhaps?

Cory's POV

We were having a blast! I whispered, "Boy, I can't wait 'til Ringo joins them!"

Linda agreed and nodded, her knee bouncing up and down in time to the music.

Linda's POV

Cory and I really liked these guys. We talked about what it was gonna be like when Ringo joined the Beatles. We were having a great time, until…

My foot stopped bouncing. My eyes widened as it hit me. We leaned in to each other, and it was my turn to whisper:

"Where are we gonna stay tonight? We don't HAVE any British money for a hotel, and we sure as HELL can't ask four guys to stay with them!"

She rose her eyebrow cleverly, and whispered back,

"If we can get them to invite us, we won't have to ask. I mean, asking would just make us seem desperate."

"But we are desperate!" I hissed.

"Not in that way! I mean it would make us seem desperate for…well…you know."

Total v8 forehead-smack moment.

"Well, if that's the plan," I whispered, "how the hell are we going to do it?"

"Oh, you just leave that one to me, li'l sis, and follow along."

I watched as she leaned back in her chair. She waited until a really loud part in the song so only the four guys around us could hear her shout,

"S H I T!"

George's POV

Well, I may not have liked the fact that John wanted such a nice bird, but we had fun all the same.

Then rose a really exciting part in the song that really loud! I could barely hear a thing…except for Cory shouting and swearing…neither of them seemed very pretty when they swore, but they didn't seem to mind…Neither did any of us, for that matter.

I leaned in to see what was the matter. The others joined.

"What seems to be the problem, luv?"

DAMN! John had gotten there first, the bugger. He put his arm around her shoulder-God this guy was pushing it.

Cory's POV

"Well," I said innocently. "We don't have anywhere to go, and we don't have money to get there. And we certainly don't know anyone in this damn place, so we were wondering…"

I was going to lead them on, asking if they knew anyone we could stay with. They'd feel bad, and-

"Give us money."

Linda had caught on rather quickly and was taking over.

I snickered. "What?"

She laughed and whispered, "if we ask for money we're sure to seem like poor little girls with no place to stay. I doubt they'd feel very good if they just sent us on our way by ourselves."

Linda's POV

They all looked surprised. But then John got angry. Hahaha-wait….

"Oi, you're just the most insolent little girl I've ever met! And just what the bloody hell do we look like, hm? Do you think we're ********' banks?!"

I was laughing so hard inside. I tried to look scared. I had to screw up my face…a lot!

"Er, well, sir, WE have nowhere to go. So if you'd please…donate…maybe ten dollars?"

"Eh? 'Dollars?' Just what are you-"

"Linda, you idiot!" Laughing, Cory jabbed me in the ribs. "We're in Britain, dumbass! They don't HAVE dollars!"

"And we don't HAVE money! So I suggest you little birds-"

"Come stay with us."

What? It had worked? Damn! Way to go, Cory!

George, being the nice one, I guess, stepped forward and offered.