To The Future! (A Beatles Fan Fiction)

What the bloody hell...

Ringo's P.O.V.

"Ugh," I groan.

I sit up, looking at my surroundings. Paul, George, and John are in a pile, from falling. They look ridiculous in their disguises. I yank the ruby ring off if my finger, and throw it. Stupid thing. Paul was right. Ruby rings are cursed. Paul and John start to stir.

"Oy, you guys alright there?" I ask.

"Ringo, you bloody idiot," Paul says.

"I'm good, but I want to get in my regular clothes..." John says.

George sits up. "Ugh, my head... Wait! Does this room look different to you?"

I notice that, too. When we first came in, the walls were white, there were lacy curtains on the window, and a large wardrobe. Now the walls are green, with some posters on them. The windows have blinds on them, and there is a dresser instead of a wardrobe. But I see a desk, with a strange looking lamp on it, and a... sort of TV screen sitting on it. I go over to it. Underneath the screen is a board, with letters and numbers on it. Next to it is a strange thing, about the size of my hand.

"Hey, guys, look at this," I say, pointing at the stuff I found.

The boys come over and inspect it.

"I've never seen any thing like it!" remarks Paul.

John pokes at the buttons on the board. The screen lights up.

"Hey, maybe this is a new brand of televisions," George said, seeing words appear on the screen.

"Welcome to Windows," I read. Then I see a little square come up that says 'Rebecca's account!'. I see the thing as big as my hand, and poke it. When it moved, a little arrow on the screen moved the same way. I put my hand on it, and move it around. The arrow mimics it.

"I think this thing controls the arrow on the screen," I say, mystified.

I see two buttons on the hand control-thats what I'm gonna call it- and click them. Nothing happens. I move it so that the arrow on the screen is over the little box. Then I click. The screen reads 'logging on'.

"Hey, this calendar says its Tuesday, September 9, 2014! That's wrong. Today's actually Tuesday, September 9, 1964," John said.

"Hey, you don't s'pose..." started George.

"No, hippie boy, you aren't high, and this isn't a Hare Krishna fantasy," I say. "This cannot be the future. Time travel is a child's bedtime story."

"Hey, I'm feeling rather drowsy... I need to sleep," muttered Paul.

"Me too," said John.

"Nightie night," George joked.

I laid on the soft floor, George and Paul slept on the bed, and John leaned against the wall.

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Rebecca's P.O.V.

I was working my arse  off at the cafe, carrying food, washing dishes, counting the money, taking orders, wiping tables. It sucks when you're the only person who works the early shift, even if it pays well. I hang up my apron, put on my jacket, grab my car keys, and leave. I get into my Chevy and drive home. I park my car in the garage, and go into my house. Its a little bit old, maybe 50 years, give or take. I walk into my living room, and turn on my TV. I was soooo tired. I watch a stupid show, before turning off the TV. I want to go take a nap, so I walk down the hallway, and open up the door.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAASAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I scream. Why am I screaming? There are four men sleeping in my room.