Hello Lovely Readers! This isn't Shortyblackwell1 this is actually her sister, NatashaPavlova. We decided to put op an awesome story together, and I got to write the first chapter! So I need to explain a few things first:
1: Teddy and Ivy are the nieces of Peter Tork of the Monkees, but this ins't a Monkee story.
2: They're a little bit weird, so it's alright if you think so, and tell us so.
3: We will be alternating in chapters, so Shorty will write the next part!
4: This is also based in the 80s so...yeah...
I was in my bedroom when I heard the front door slam shut. There was an exclamation of joy and a familiar laugh of my uncle Peter. I smiled to myself and forced myself to stay and finish my homework.
I was almost finished with the evil subject of Algebra when my twin sister, Ivy stuck her head in.
"Teddy Thorkelson!" she said trying to be stern, "Your favorite uncle just got here for our 16th birthday party and you are torturing yourself by doing," she peaked over my shoulder and made a face, "Algebra."
"Ok, A couple of things," I said with a laugh, "Peter's our only uncle, and algebra may be evil, but I still have to do it."
Ivy groaned sarcastically and flopped onto her bed. I laughed as she started talking to "Ringo". Me and my sister have over imaginative minds, and because we're twins, we have this link that lets me see what she's imagined and vise versa. The only people who know how weird we are is our dad and uncle Peter.
I see Ivy bounce around on her bed with Ringo and I go back to my homework, only this time George Harrison is attempting to help me.
We chose the Beatles to imagine because they're our favorite band. We try and be as normal as possible in public, but sometimes, our imagination gets the better of us and one of the Liverpudlian lads would distract us and sometimes get us into trouble.
"No, George," I said looking over to the tall lad, "3x squared times 9 squared doesn't equal 45." George giggled as I rolled my eyes.
"Ok, Thorkelson," he said taking my pencil and erasing the answer he'd put down, "What is it?"
I was going to answer my imagination when the bedroom door opened and my favorite uncle popped his head in.
"Hey," he said his dimpled grin shining, "I got a squeal and a hug from Ivy, but I can't believe you, Tarisa Thorkelson, would stand up my arrival for Algebra."
I laughed, "Ah, but I would like to live passed 16, and if stand you up is going to keep my father from killing me for failing, then I'll take the chance." I stood up and hugged him and followed him into the living room where my father was talking to Barbara, Peter's wife, while Ivan and Hallie, their kids played in the floor.
Ivy followed close behind and Ivan squealed with delight. She and Ivan were close buddies. I sat down next to my dad and Hallie plopped down in my lap.
"Hey, Hal!" I said hugging my 10 year old cousin, "Whattcha been doin'?"
She giggled, "I was in a car, then I had to play with Ivan." she rolled her hazel eyes in aggravation.
"Did it kill you to play with your brother?" I asked her teasingly. She dramatically pretended to faint and she stuck her tongue out pretending to be dead when the doorbell rang. I started to tickled her as my dad got up to answer the door.
John Lennon is suddenly sitting beside my trying to make me laugh by making funny faces. I manage to keep my hysteria down to a giggle as Dad comes back a person Ivy has wanted to meet forever.
"Hey, Pete!" he said happily as Peter claps him on the back.
"Thanks for coming. My nieces have been dying to meet you." Peter responded grinning.
When I saw who it was, I glanced at my twin, who'd frozen at the sight of him. He and Peter walked up and Ivy squealed.
"Ohmygosh!" she said jumping up and down, "You're Micky flipping Dolenz!"
Micky laughed at her and gave her a hug. She was floating with happiness as the evening went on. She sat next to Micky during everything. I sat next to Peter Like usual, and I was having fun.
We finally got to presents. Micky got Ivy a camera (which she'd been asking for) and he gave me one of his old guitars, which he apologized for. I was more than happy with my present. Peter always got us little hokey presents and I always loved his the best. He gave us both peace sign medal ions, and Micky said they got them from the Beatles and he told this weird story about them. Everyone laughed at it except Ivy.
Being the childish girl she was, she took it rather seriously, "That is so COOL!" she exclaimed. We all laughed at her and Peter announced it was time for them to go. I hugged him and said goodbye to the others as they piled out the door. Micky stayed a little longer, but he had to go soon too.
"Thanks for coming!" Ivy exclaimed, still excited that he even showed up.
"No problem," he said smiling. We walked him to the door and he kissed Ivy on the cheek innocently before leaving.
Ivy squealed and jumped up and down again, "Ohmygosh! he kissed me!"
"On the cheek," I countered quickly.
"It was still a kiss," she said before flipping her dyed red hair. She'd dyed it like that a few days ago, and she seemed to like it like that. She walked into our bedroom. I plopped down on the couch and examined the necklace Peter gave me.
I imagined George at my feet playing the guitar Micky gave me.
"You got a guitar for your birthday, and you're looking at a necklace?" he asked skeptically.
I waved my hand at him, "I already have a guitar, and I like Pete's present better."
George shrugged and continued to pluck at the strings of the guitar quietly. I rolled my eyes at him and smiled when the light hit the metal in my hands just right to make a rainbow. I slipped it back around my neck as my dad walked in.
"Teddy," he said, "Have you finished your homework?"
I groaned, "Yes, Dad," I said making George snicker.
"That means bedtime," he said teasingly. I made a face at him.
"Shut up, George," I said, "I'm 16, I don't have a bedtime."
My father giggled, "You're insane, but it is late."
I sighed and went off to bed. George followed me and stretched out on my bed. Ivy was already asleep snuggled up to Ringo. I made George move before climbing in my bed next to him. I went to sleep quickly and slowly George disappeared from my thoughts.
George's POV(The real one)
I yawned and looked at my watch, it was only ten o'clock and I was already tired. There was no way John and Paul would let me go to bed now since Ringo had already bailed on them a half hour before. I was determined to stay awake longer than them, since I was the youngest. Even though it was 1965, I was still looked upon as the kid of the group and I still had a few things to prove.
I yawned again and John Noticed, "You can go to bed if you like, Georgie."
"Nope, I'm good." I responded trying to hide my fatigue. He smirked at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.
Around two hours later, I was passed tired, and Paul had gone to bed a half hour ago. It was down to me and John. He sighed in mock defeat suddenly, "Alright, Geo," he said standing up and stretching, "You win, I'm going to bed."
I was already half asleep and only heard half of what he said, nor did I care. He went upstairs as I drifted off into sleep.
I woke up a few hours later feeling comfortable; too comfortable for being curled up in the chair in the Beatle's living room.
I opened my eyes, a frown on my brow. I found a young girl in my arms. Being the 23 year old I was, this confused me. This girl couldn't be more than 16, and I didn't feel comfortable in the position I was in.
I carefully sat up and looked around. I wasn't in my bedroom. I wasn't even in my house anymore. I looked back at the young girl. I bit my lip as she stirred and I hoped she wouldn't wake up. I didn't want to frighten her or give her the wrong idea.
She moved around for a minute, but she luckily never woke up, so I carefully got up. I walked across the neat bedroom and went to the door. I peaked out and heard movement from behind me. I looked to see the girl sitting up in her bed looking at me.
"What're you doin'?" she asked sleepily. This confused me; she spoke like she knew who I was and that I was there all the time.
"I don't know really," I said casually trying to be normal. I looked and saw another bed with Ringo curled up on one end and on the other was another girl; identical to the one I'd woken up with, was curled up on the other end. I chuckled at the sight as the girl got up out of her bed.
"What're you doing?" I asked her as she crossed the room. I looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was 6 a.m.
"Going to take a shower," she said before grabbing a towel and walking into the adjoining bathroom.
I frowned and sat back down on the bed, more than confused. The other girl woke up and moved about the room casually.
"George, is Teddy in the shower?" she asked digging around for something to wear.
"Was that the girl that was in here a few minutes ago?" I asked pointing to the bathroom door. She nodded and frowned slightly.
She shook off her confusion and and went into the bathroom casually. I had no idea what was going on, and I had no idea what to do about it either.
I sighed and looked over at Ringo as he jumped awake in confusion.
"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!?" he asked loudly.
"I've been asking my self the same thing, Ringo..."
Ok, so that was the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Um, so I probably won't get to see the reviews on this, so you can tell me what you think by PMing me! It will make me HAPPY!
George: Don't rush. None of your five-bar gate jumps.
Paul: What's that supposed to mean?
George: I don't know. I thought it just sounded distinguished.
John: George Harrison, The Scouse of Distinction.