I woke up with a huge smile on my face, but that wasn't because it was Saturday . . . that's in a few days. Nope, I was happy because it's my birthday today!

I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready for the big day.

"George! Where are you?" Paul asked from somewhere in the apartment. I think it was the kitchen, but I could never be sure.

"I'm getting ready for school! Did you forget that I have that today?" I asked in a teasing manner.

Suddenly, a large clutter of pots, pans and all that covered the sound of everything.

"I knew Paulie couldn't be trusted in a kitchen," I muttered as I dried myself off with a towel.

Picking out a simple black shirt and jeans was too easy, making it all the faster for me to get into the kitchen and see what smelled so good.

I was greeted by a very messy kitchen with sugar all over the floor. Paul had a big grin on his face and was pointing to the table like he was on a game show.

On the table were tons of pancakes, bacon, eggs, little doughnuts and orange juice. Had it not been for the fact that I was still distracted by the mess, I probably would have been drooling.

"What happened in here?" I asked, even though I probably knew the answer.

"I forgot that you had school . . . but I didn't forget your birthday!" Paul shouted happily.

"So how am I supposed to eat all of this before the bus comes? Or will you be driving me to school?"

His face dropped for a moment as he looked around the room. He put on a look of thoughtfulness and dropped that too for an excited look. It was almost like watching Doctor Who come up with a question.

"Umm, I don't know. Like you usually do: fast and very sloppy?"

"I thought you didn't like me digging in like that," I said slowly.

Paul rolled his eyes and started cleaning up with some sort of sugar induced speed. Typical overly clean Paul . . . what would I do without him?

Wait, forget I asked that question.

I started to stuff my face with the doughnuts first, because me and Paul came up with the agreement. It states that I can do whatever I want on my birthday so long as it's okay. And this is definitely okay.

By the time I was just about done with the small balls of goodness, Paul joined me at the table and took a sip of orange juice.

"Where did you put all that sugar?" I asked when I finally moved to the bacon.

"The garbage, obviously. It took a while but I cleaned it all up," Paul murmured. He raised an eyebrow and then immediately set down his orange juice with a frown on his face.

"Don't tell me you wanted it," Paul said in shock.

"Okay, I won't tell you then. Pass me the pancakes please," I said with laughter.

Paul was just about to pass them when he looked at the time. In the blink of an eye, he dropped the plate, got out of his seat and ran into the living room.

"You're going to be late for school!" He shouted as he was still inside the other room.

"I just stated eating these pancakes!" I shouted back to him. I crammed a few pieces of bacon in my mouth as I waited for Paul to come back.

A crash or two later, Paul came back with an odd smile on his face that I couldn't describe even if I could make up new words. Oh, and he had the keys in his hand too.

"You can eat your pancakes in the car. Wait, forget that. Just leave them here, we'll make up for it later," he said quickly. It was almost like he was talking to himself because he kept his head down and kept looking around like he was looking for something else.

I thought it was best if I just pulled him out of the apartment and down to the car, which is exactly what I did. He caught on in the end but for the most part he was still murmuring about things.

"Are you sure you can drive?" I asked Paul after the fifth time he started talking.

"Yeah! There is no way I'm trusting a new driver like you," Paul assured me as he got into the car. "But I might trust you more than John."

I chose not to question that last bit, merely getting in the car with him so he could drive me to school.

"How did you forget that I have school today? It's a Wednesday!" I said.

He bobbed his head to the side in thought then shrugged his shoulders.

"I was busy planning stuff, so things were forgotten. But you're going to have a cool birthday party, okay?"

"Will there be a lot of presents?"

"Wait till you get out of school, then you'll know. Maybe Pattie will remember you today," Paul joked as we pulled up to my school.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my backpack out from the back seat. Paul pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged back just as strongly.

"See you after school, Georgie," Paul sang in a very childish voice. I opened my door and stepped out giving him a wave goodbye.

"Nothing'll stop that, Paulie," I sang back in a silly falsetto. He drove off, probably to go to school or possibly to get the cake. Hopefully it'd be a chocolate cake.

I walked to my school, head definitely in the clouds as I walked to the doors and opened it. I probably wouldn't get any work done because I'd be off thinking about what we'd eat before having the cake, but that would be the school's problem. They really can't expect me to be on top when it's my 17th birthday.

As I kept thinking about food-which is surprisingly easy-a shadow fell over me. It's not like the person was taller than me, actually he's my exact same height, but I look a bit taller by a hair. He's only more muscular than me, and that's it, just because of stupid football. So I tried to ignore him as best as I could. Sad thing is, he's really good at getting people's attention.

"I'd like you to meet a new friend of mine, Geo," Eric said as he slung his arm across my shoulder. I thought I knew who he was talking about-since I saw him kiss that same person in front of the apartment building-so as not to try and strangle him, I went along with it.

"Really? Who is it, Eric?" I asked with forced questioning. He then led me the way there, even letting me take a detour to my lockers first so I wouldn't look weird. After that, we went the way there and waited in front of a bunch of lockers.

"Why are we waiting in front of your locker?" I asked with now genuine questioning. He shushed me instantly, looking at me as if I grew an extra head.

"Okay, it's your birthday Geo, so I'll let this little slip up slide. You didn't hear about the new kid that came to our school?"

I shook my head quickly and started looking around instantly for anyone that looked like they might be coming to the wall of lockers we were at.

"Well his name is Elvis, Elvis Presley. Cool name, don't you think? So I ended up talking to him after school and I figured out that he's learning the guitar. Just like us!" Eric practically shouted. People looked but the second they saw that it was us, they went back to their conversations.

My interest in the new guy heightened. "Seriously? Is he in any of our classes?"

Eric and I have all our classes together, which teachers apparently hate with a passion. It might be the fact that we get off topic all the time or that we somehow get good grades when we do nothing. Either way, I'm definitely not a teacher's pet and neither is Eric.

"No need to ask me, here he comes now," Eric whispered in excitement as someone came up to us.

He looked confused by my presence-I get that a lot, sometimes my awesomeness is just too much-so he totally ignored me. I could tell he was popular wherever he came from before, but it must have been in the 60's.

His hair was slicked back and really big at the front. He was also had on a leather jacket, which was really pushing the limits even though we don't have school uniforms. The big thing was that he already looked bored of everyone and he just got here.

"Hey, I'm George," I greeted him and held out a hand.

Elvis smiled widely now. He took my hand and shook it firmly.

"I'm Elvis, but I'm sure Eric here already told you that," said Elvis as he pointed to Eric who was watching everything happen.

"Hey! I can keep my mouth shut!" Eric argued.

"Sure you can. That's a total lie," Elvis and I said at the same time.

Eric rolled his eyes and pushed us in the direction of our science class. Elvis continuously said that he needed to get something from his locker but every time that happened, Eric would start making a random noise until Elvis stopped talking. That probably happened over ten times before we got into the room.

Of course our old science teacher, Mr. Jones gave us an odd look but once he saw the new kid it disappeared in an instant. I'd go off and saw how rude that is, but we can be late sometimes. Or most of the time. It just depends on when you care to pay attention.

Mr. Jones stood up the second the bell rang, as usual because he was always doing things on the dot. It could be pretty boring sometimes. Or all the time. Again, it just depends on when you really care to pay attention.

"For those of you who may not know," he droned in his monotone voice. He looked at Elvis, who was sitting next to me, a bit too long. "I am Mr. Jones, the chemistry teacher. I will start off with the attendance. Now Bueller . . . Bueller . . . Bueller . . ."

David snapped his head up after the third time his last name was called, looking around for a second before he saw the teacher. He gave a small grunt before slumping in his seat once again.

"Presley . . . Presley . . ."

Elvis was a bit more focused than David and so he looked up pretty quickly.

"Right here Mr. Jones!" he shouted in a voice that sounded a lot like a teenage girl's.

Eric and I both laughed hysterically at that, earning a rather bored look from Mr. Jones. He went through the rest of the attendance list at an even slower pace-which I thought was impossible but he likes to be impossible-and without missing a beat made us read from the textbooks.

"What was the girly voice for?" the quarterback asked in a snicker as he pretended to look at the book.

"This class is far more dull than the ones I've had back home. I had to do something!" the learning guitarist said back.

The rest of class was exactly like that. Actually, the rest of the school day was filed with someone making a joke and everyone else laughing. This had to be the end to an epic birthday at school.

But I am very happy to say I was wrong about that.

I walked over to my locker with my head back in the clouds like it was in the morning. Maybe John and Ringo would be there, it'd be more fun that way.

I opened my locker quickly and shoved all my textbooks and notebooks in there, only taking out the few I needed for my homework. When I closed it, someone was standing right there. Most likely the prettiest girl in school . . . Pattie Boyd.

"Umm, hi. What are you doing here?" I stuttered as I slung my backpack on my shoulder. I could feel my face grow red, making me just want to slap myself.

"I just wanted to say hi," she said quietly. She moved closer to me, to the point that if I tried to move, she'd be touching me. Like, really touching me.

"Oh, okay then!" I cheerfully said, still with a hint of awkwardness.

What happened next was unexpected. She practically shoved herself on me then kissed me! Of course she needed to stand on her toes because I'm taller than her by a few inches, but it was awesome.

"George! George wake up!" I heard Paul shout.

That wasn't right though. Paul didn't go to my school. And even when he did, he'd stay outside and wait in the car like he usually does.

I opened my eyes and looked around. Pattie was staring at me, with a different look compared to before. She was glaring at me rather than looking at me as if I was the last man on Earth.

"C'mon George, wake up. Your birthday doesn't last forever!" Paul shouted again and this time, I knew exactly where it was coming from. It was Pattie and it might have freaked me out a bit. Maybe a bit too much.

. . . . . . . . .

"I told you that Paul's yelling could freak someone out," John murmured to my left.

"I never disagreed. I didn't think it would be this badly," Ringo murmured back right next to him.

"I'm right here you know!" Paul shouted again. I jumped and just about hid under my covers.

"You did it again. All you need to do is shove that cake in his face and that'll be a great start to George's birthday!" John joked.

My head instantly popped out from under the covers. Did he just say cake?

"What kind of flavor?" I asked as I looked at the cake in Paul's hand.

"It's vanilla. With whipped cream frosting," Paul said with a whole lot of excitement. I frowned and looked at Paul with a bored look.

"But I like chocolate a lot more," I told him with a frustrated look.

"You're just saying that," Paul groaned, nearly dropping the cake on the ground. Ringo took it from him just in time, stepping far away from Paul with a serious look.

"My Aunt Mimi made this cake . . . for all I know it probably taste like chocolate," John said with a snicker.

"I thought she did pretty good last year for my birthday," Ringo argued as he held the cake even farther away from Paul.

"You're just saying that because she got you a car."

"A car she wouldn't need to get if you hadn't damaged my other one."

"You gave me your keys and said I could drive! I think it's all your fault, my no longer trusted assistant."

"I swear John, you say that one more time-!"

I tuned out the others, choosing to look at a very sneaky Paul who was trying to get the cake back. I chose not to mention the dream to them because I was hoping every moment of it would all be true. I mean, who wouldn't want a birthday like that?

A/N: You will never get a straight answer on how I got this chapter to be made. I may one day say that I was on a sugar rush but the next I'll go off and say I was very bored. It's here though! Comment like you have before, you awesome Beatlemaniacs!