A College in Liverpool

Chapter 1: The Fab Four

          My name is Elizabeth, but most of my friends call me Lizzie. My dad calls me Liz. My mom is the only person close to me that prefers using Elizabeth. Whatever you choose to call me isn't important. I was born and raised in New York City in a very small apartment. I graduated from high school and went to a University in Liverpool where I was given a small scholarship. My parents came with me the first day to help me move in, and they both had always wanted to go to England anyway. On the move in day, I was very excited and scared. I was about to meet my roommate. I heard that she was moving in the same day as me.
"I do hope she is nice. And it would be great if we shared something in common," I told my mom, who was laying out the sheets on "my" bed.
"If she's from around here, it's pretty likely she'll have the same music taste as you," my mom said.
"I doubt that. Not everyone from England likes David Bowie mom," I chuckled.
"They're probably more likely to than people in America," my dad said.
"True, true," I nodded. "Ha! Imagine if she has a thick British accent and drinks tea all the time. That would be a great story to tell my friends," I sighed painfully realizing how far away I was from my old friends.
"Hey Liz, don't worry about the distance between you and your old friends. With all the technology nowadays, it'll be as if they're right there talking to you!" he said. I sighed.
"It's not the same," Thankfully, my brief crisis was interrupted by my mother.
"A girl is walking down the hallway with what looks to be her parents, and it looks as if she's heading toward your room!" she cheered. I blushed in realization of how unprepared I really felt. What kind of impression should I give her? Should I be the suave and poised Lizzie? The cool and relaxed one? The bubbly and cute one? I didn't have enough time to decide how I'd act, for the girl was already at the doorway.
          "This is the right room I'm assuming," the girl said, not having a thick English accent. Oh no she's way cooler than me. I thought. Her hair was a beautiful golden blonde, her eyes were a calming ocean blue, her skin was fair, and her clothes showed she had a good fashion sense, or actually cared about what she wore in the morning, unlike me. At that moment I had been wearing an oversized Queen t-shirt, flared blue jeans, and some ripoff converse shoes. Her parents both had kind faces and smiled at my parents.
"And you must be our daughter's roommate's parents I'm guessing? Goodness that was a mouthful," her father said and extended a hand, which my dad shook graciously.
"I'm Edward. This is my wife Mary and my daughter Elizabeth." Her father shook my mother's hand and then mine. I smiled.
"I'm Alexander and this is my wife Olivia and my daughter Rita," he said. I looked at Rita. So that's her name. I waved at her, and she waved back, which I sighed to with relief.
"Thank goodness you guys are nice! I thought you were going to be very strict and stuck up," I laughed. I quickly shut up after realizing what I had said. "E-excuse my manners. I'm just some lowly American," I said with a curt bow. Rita's parents bursted out with laughter.
"Haha no, it's quite fine. I'm glad you're honest." Rita's father said. Rita chuckled. Great she thinks I'm insane. Both of my parents laughed awkwardly.
"Well, we'll be off then! I bet our daughter doesn't want us standing around and being uncool," my dad laughed.
"And we shall leave too," Rita's dad said. My dad and mom hugged me.
"Goodbye Liz," he said.
"Bye dad," I replied. All parents left and I was left alone with Rita. Rita waved goodbye at the doorway and slowly closed the door when they were out of her sight. She quickly turned to me.
"Thank God you're funny!" she smiled. I blushed.
"Who, me?" I asked. She giggled.
          "And you're super cute too. Are you Asian? You've got an exotic look to you," I tried to say something but no words would come out of my mouth. I wasn't used to this many compliments.
          "Truth be told I'm actually ugly and you're very beautiful and I'm really annoying and you're very cool. I don't think we can get along but not because of you but because of me. If I ever stand next to you the juxtaposition between us to will be so obvious. Hanging around me will probably lower your popularity as well as your IQ. I'm sorry you had to meet me." I blurted out. She looked at me with a puzzled face. She then laughed.
          "Do you even know who you're talking to? I'm an awkward nerd who goes around quoting memes. If there is anyone who is uncool here it's me. Yes we're going to get to get along. You seem very promising and I already love your personality." she beamed. I blushed. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I felt tears starting to stream down his face. "What? Why are you crying?" she asked worriedly, coming closer to me.
          "You're the nicest person I've ever met and I've only known you for several minutes," I sniffed.
          "And you're adorable and I'm going to protect you forever," she smiled.
          "I may be shorter than you, but I can still protect you too." I chuckled.
          "Protecc," she corrected.
          "I like memes too by the way," I smiled.
          "See? Name a more iconic duo. I'll wait," she said. I laughed. Suddenly, the sound of what seemed like a million footsteps thudded down the hallway, accompanied with screaming. "What's that?"
          "Sounds like a whole bunch of rabid fan girls. But why would there be fan girls?" I asked. Both of us shrugged and opened our door to see what was going on. Outside the dormitory in the center field of the university, a horde of girls surrounded what looked like 4 men. I tapped a girl's shoulder who was standing at the outskirts of the crowd. "Um hello?" I asked her. The girl turned around.
          "What is it," she asked somewhat angrily.
          "What's this crowd about," Rita asked the girl.
          "The Fab Four of Liverpool's most famous university," she sighed in awe.
          "Who is the Fab Four?" I asked.
         "Who's the Fab Four? Who's the Fab Four? Only the four most popular boys on campus." she told me.
          "Who are the boys?" Rita asked. The girl sighed again.
          "The oldest is the adokable senior Richard Starkey, but everyone calls him Ringo, because he wears a lot of rings. The second oldest is also a senior, the sexy John Lennon. Third is Paul McCartney, the pretty one. The last one is George Harrison. He's the coolest one." I jumped up and down and stood on my tippy toes, trying to get a good look at the boys.
          "Come on, let's leave. These guys aren't worth our time," Rita said. We went around the crowd.
          "Ey there!" A voice called. We turned around. A man with messy black hair and pretty hazel eyes approached us. Behind him were three others. One man also had messy brown hair and brown eyes. Another had dark brown hair and dark brow eyes. The one farthest behind had dark brown hair and striking blue eyes.
"You talking to us?" I asked.
"Yeah, who else," the man said. Girls behind them squealed as he moved quite close to us.
"Who are you?" I asked. The man chuckled.
"Did ya hear that John? This bird asked who we were."
"Yeah I heard," the man with brown hair and brown eyes said. That's John Lennon I guess.
"I'm Paul. You know which one is John. That's George," he said pointing to the man on his left with dark brown hair. "And that's Ringo," he motioned to the man with the drooping blue eyes, who raised his hand a little when he heard his name. "We're what this school calls the Fab Four," he smirked.
"Well we're not interested. Come on Elizabeth, let's get out of here." Rita said grabbing my arm.
"Wait, you guys didn't introduce yourself," Paul said. I sighed.
"I guess we have to then. I'm Elizabeth and she's Rita, and from how you guys look, you're much too old for us thank you very much," I said. The crowd of fan girls gasped. One of the, stepped up right in front of my face to the point I could hear her breathing.
"You better not talk to Paul that way. He doesn't like it and we don't either," she sneered. John grabbed the women's arm.
"Frankly, you're more annoying than both of these ladies," John said "And that goes for all of you!" John yelled to the crowd. "Go on now!" he yelled to the group. They slowly started to disperse. "Well now that they're all gone we can talk properly," John said, seeming to be directing his statement toward Rita.
"You may be a very handsome man, but you're a senior and we're both freshman," Rita said. John blushed slightly but glared at Rita.
"Who said I was interested in a romantic relationship. We've only met. We're just trying to be nice that's all," John said.
"What is your favorite food?" Ringo asked awkwardly. Being closer to him, I noticed how much softer and kinder he looked compared to the others. Somewhat like a puppy amongst a group of wolves. I chuckled.
"Japanese food. You?" I asked.
"Steak! I love steak," he said enthusiasticly, his eyes glimmering.
"Geez Ringo, at least try to be subtle when you're trying to flirt with a lady," Paul said. I blushed.
"He was flirting with me?" I asked.
"You're just as clueless as him!" John said.
"Sorry I don't know how to pick up on those type of things. I've never been in a relationship before," I said.
"But you're very cute," Ringo said.
"Back at you!" I blushed and looked away. Smooth one Lizzie.
"Would the two of ya stop flirting. I'm hungry." George complained.
"Do you girls want to get a bite?" Paul asked. "The cafeteria is not far from here,"
"Why not," I said with a sigh. It wasn't even the first day and I was already hanging out with the popular kids. Whoopee.

A/N: HEY HEY HEY. Yeah I made a Beatles fanfic and it's cringy as hecc. If you want to blame anyone, blame JohnLennonsMoondog . She's the one who convinced me to write this. I don't know how consistent I'm going to be in writing this. Depends on if anyone else reads it but her (lol). I really hope my friends IRL don't read this. That would be embarrassing . . . . Well cheers to the release of a modern college AU of the Beatles. Adieu!