****A/N: Ello! This is my first story posted on this site. It's not your usual Beatles story, though. You'll just have to read and see what the story's all about.
Oh yeah cannot forget this thing..I DO NOT OWN THE FAB FOUR, ANYONE OR ANYTHING REMOTELY ASSOCIATED WITH THEM! I only own my creations!
Now, without further ado, I present Ever Present Past! :D
London, England August 18, 2012.
The English weather was holding up relatively well today. Hot. Sunny. Not a raincloud in sight. Noelle, sat on the edge of the in-ground pool, dipping her feet. She smiled to herself. Life is good! She thought. She had everything a woman could ask for-her family, a wonderful husband, great kids, and a brood of grandchildren. Not to mention her friends! Life wasn't always that way, though.
Retreating to a nearby sun-chair, Noelle sunk down and lay back. She put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, falling asleep. A few moments later, she awoke to someone poking her right side. "Oh, hello Paul." Noelle lowered her sunglasses, smiling.
"Ello, Elle, my luv. Enjoying the rare warmth of England?" Paul asked, plopping down in the sun chair next to his wife. The trusty newspaper tucked under his left arm.
Noelle nodded, sitting up in the sun-chair. "It's gorgeous! One of the warmest we've had on record here in a long time. Great weather for the Olympics, as well." Paul nodded in agreement, now opening the newspaper and flipping through the black and white pages.
A chuckle escaped Paul's lips. "Elle, would ya look a' this?" He showed the article in the paper to Noelle. "Has it been that long already?" Her bright blue eyes, visibly worn with age, seemed young and vibrant again.
"That is 'as, my luv." Paul kissed his wife on the lips. After forty three years of marriage, Noelle would still get butterflies in her stomach; from her husband. Like she was a teenager all over again! Paul undoubtedly felt the same way with Noelle.
"I just can't believe it's been fifty years since Ringo joined the band!" She exclaimed reading the black and white print, word for word. "You know what they say? The rest is history!"
"Aye, you would be right! What a great fucking band we were!" Paul exclaimed, folding the newspaper up and tossing it to the side.
Noelle scoffed, "What do you mean were? Do you realise how many people(young and old) look up to you? They adore you! Teenage girls still consider you heroes! Hell, they think they're married to you."A giggle escaped her lips.
Paul just sat back in the chair, taking it all in.
"I can't believe I've known you and Ringo for forty-eight years!" She shook her head, basking in the memory of yesterday. Just what it seemed like to the McCartney's...yesterday!