Sorry this story seems to be so cliché- girl goes back in time and meets the Beatles, girl falls in love with a Beatle and/or Beatle falls in love with the girl, Beatles discover things about the future that they shouldn't have discovered, et cetera, et cetera. I promise that only the beginning will be like this; the story will soon take steps towards originality. I'll add in some plot twists and such, so don't worry. Now, please read and review! :D Oh, and speaking of reviews, thanks to celestearts, TheLef318, and HorrorFan13 for reviewing! Wait, one more thing before you read: If you want a character in the story, PM me. Please include his/her name and descriptions of both his/her appearance and his/her personality. That's all! Here's Chapter 5!

Chapter 5

Oh, great. Just great. What's wrong with me? Why did I let him play with my iPhone? Why did I let him find out? I should have known that this was bound to happen!

"Uh, well, you see…" I start. "George, um…" I bite my lip.

George looks at me, his brown eyes full of sadness and fear. "When? How? Am I the only one?"

I hesitate, and John glares at me accusingly. "He's not the only one, is he? Who else?"

I gulp. I can't tell them, but how can I keep it from them? Especially Paul and Ringo; they need to know they're still alive. But John and George…

I look at the ground. "Cancer. Lung cancer. From smoking. November 29, 2001. In Los Angeles, California."

"Me?" I hear George ask. I nod.

"Sh- shot," I stammer. "By Mark David Chapman. December 8, 1980. Outside the Dakota in New York City."

The room falls completely silent, and I know John, Paul, and Ringo are waiting to hear which one of them will die no older than 40 years.

I can't make myself say it. Telling George was unbearable. This is impossible.

"It's me, isn't it?" Paul asks.

I look at him. "Why would it be you?"

He shrugs. "Somebody had to say it. I guess that means it's-"

"Me," Ringo says with an air of finality. "I knew I wasn't destined to live long, anyway," he adds in an un-Ringo-like manner.

I slowly shake my head. "It's not you, Ringo," I whisper.

John takes a deep breath. "Well, that's strange. I figured they'd save the best for last," he says in an attempt at humor.

Nobody says anything for a few minutes. George finally breaks the silence with, "I'm hungry. Weren't we going to get lunch?"

Nobody replies.

"Then I'll go myself, I guess. You sure none of you want to come? It's lunchtime, y'know." He walks away.

"John's about to lose his lunch! We don't want to eat!" Paul yells in George's direction. He and Ringo follow George, and I burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to tell you, b- but you asked, and… and…"

John looks at me, half-angry, half-sad. "Why are you here?"

"Because… I wished to have a different life, I guess," I reply, the realization dawning on me. "A better one. In a different time, in a different place… And you guys are my heroes," I admit. "That must've all combined into… this."

"Well, you're certainly going to have a different life. But it sure isn't going to be better."

He walks away angrily.

…

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. That's the only thing I can think right now. Besides the fact that I'm hungry, but that doesn't matter.

Of course I knew I would die eventually. But it's horrible to know when and where and how I'm going to die.

And, despite it all, I feel bad for Evie. She didn't want to tell us, but she knew she couldn't keep it from us.

I light a ciggy absentmindedly, but then I remember what Evie said about dying because of smoking. I hurriedly put it out.

"George?"

I turn around. Evie is standing there, her green eyes shining with tears. "I'm really, really sorry. I couldn't keep it from you once you found out. That would be even worse."

"It's okay, I guess. I mean, won't it help me figure out how to stop me death from happening? And John's, too."

She nods. "That's what I thought. But John didn't, apparently. He's really mad, and he said he was going to make it bad for me here. I need to leave. It would be better for all of us."

I shake my head. "I'd miss you."

Evie smiles a little. "Really?"

"Yeah."

We just stand there for a minute in awkward silence, and then I ask, "Do you want to come get lunch with me?"

"You still want to go out?" she asks incredulously.

"Sure, why not?"

She grins. "Well, if you insist."

I write a note to the others, not wanting to face them right now- especially John. Then Evie and I leave, but not before I hear a loud boom from inside.