A/N: Hiya! :D

That's pretty much all I want to say XD

Enjoy, loves!

Kaila awoke to the sound of pans knocking together and the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. There was a soft humming to accompany the small chatter and some lovely scent that Kay couldn't place just yet. Yep, Lys was up.

Kay lay there for a couple of minutes, recollecting her memories from the previous afternoon. It must have been the greatest dream she'd ever had; meeting The Beatles and Brian Epstein, eating ice cream with Ringo Starr, playing with Paul McCartney's hair… Fantastic. Too bad it wasn't real… she mused. Suddenly, the delicious scent from before overcame her once more and she shot up, recognising it. "PANCAKES!"

Alyssa turned to check the tea kettle, but came face-to-face with a very excited and hungry Kaila, who was once again bouncing on the balls of her feet like the child she was inside. Mandy, who was flipping the pancakes, looked up from the stove and smiled. "Hey, doll!" she greeted.

"Pancakes. Now."

She laughed, obviously in a much better mood. "Okay, okay, don't get yer knickers in a twist! They'll all be ready in a little bit. Tea?" She nodded to the kettle on the stove that had just begun to whistle.

Without a word, Kay had whisked the kettle away and began pouring herself a cup. She greedily pulled the mug to her lips and sipped at her beloved drink.

"Oh, would you mind waking up the boys?" Alyssa requested, setting the small table.

Kay paused, confused at her last sentence. "The boys?" She gazed at Lys and cocked her head to the side in signature Kaila-fashion.

"You know," she urged. "John, George, Ringo, and Paul?" Her eyebrows raised at the older girl, who still stared questioningly.

"J-John...?" No. Way.

"Yes, love. John Lennon. Of The Beatles." Mandy stated matter-of-factly, setting a large platter of pancakes on the counter.

Poor befuddled Kay's eyes widened as she began to fully grasp what they were saying. "You mean…" she grinned and looked around, realising the house wasn't hers then did exactly as Lyssa expected. She screamed. Loudly.

In a matter of seconds, the flat was filled with sounds of people climbing out of bed and stumbling about sleepily. First to respond was Ringo, who walked in with eyes almost as big as Kaila's, which grew even more in size when he saw the large stack of pancakes. Before he could touch them, Mandy ordered him to sit, and he did so, waiting as patiently as a Beatle could. Next to walk into the kitchen was Paul, wiping his eyes and pouting at being woken up on a weekend. Alyssa smiled and handed him some coffee right as John came through the door with a scowl on his face. "Who in bloody hell screamed?"

"That one," Mandy pointed to Kay and rested her head on her hand as she leaned against the counter top. She nodded to the semi-awake Paul who had waved half-heartedly. John groaned and pulled out a chair, throwing himself on the poor seat. "Coffee?" Mandy offered. He glared up at her and she shrugged, "Your loss, Sleeping Beauty." He grunted in reply.

After Phoenix plopped down next to Ringo, George stumbled in without a word and sat at the counter. Mandy nudged Alyssa with a teasing grin, who turned away and blushed slightly, quickly pouring her favourite Beatle the drink he'd wordlessly asked for. His expression said it all. "Well, she did her job," Lys shyly chuckled. Kay looked away with pink cheeks and a grin.

Mandy stood at the stove, counting the people in the room. "Who're we missing?" In answer to her question, in walked Sarah, wet hair wrapped in a towel and wearing some of John's clothes which, needless to say, were much too big on her. John opened his mouth to protest when Mandy butted in, "I told her to grab some. The poor girl wanted to get in some clean clothes after a shower. Is that a crime?" He glared at Mandy once more but turned back to his coffee. Sarah mouthed thank you and she nodded. John tended to be an arse in the morning.

Mandy smiled as everyone ate and handed plates around, feeling like a mother. She'd never imagined returning to her four favourite people in the world; she'd been too afraid. They were family to her. And the other girls… she knew soon they'd be, too, even if they continually asked questions she couldn't answer. She could deal with that. She fully intended to answer them someday…

"Love?"

"Hm?" She broke from her thoughts and found herself in front of a more awake Paul. "O-oh, hi."

He smirked at her absent-mindedness and asked once more, "Dya need any help cleaning?"

"What?" She looked at the table she'd been staring at and saw that it was empty of people, but full of dishes. "Oh! Yes, thank you."

"No problem, dear."

She couldn't help watching him while he helped. Her mind wandered to old memories, ones she'd tried to forget from only a few months ago. They made her heart ache.

"Do you play?"

Alyssa paused, looking over her shoulder and finding George standing beside her. She'd been examining his guitars in the front room, her favourite being his Gresch. "No," she admitted. "I've tried, but I never had anyone to teach me."

"Well, I could teach you," he offered.

"R-really?" Her heart was beating fast from standing so close to him.

"Of course." He grabbed his Gresch and handed her one of his Rickenbackers and sat down on the sofa. "Do you know anything?"

"I know a couple chords," she confessed. "Kay tried teaching me but gave up."

"Show me," he looked at her and smiled.

"U-uh, okay." She placed her fingers on the strings in the patterns she'd tried so hard to memorize. She fumbled a bit from feeling nervous, but kept on.

When she finished, she looked up and saw that he was grinning at her. "Not too shabby."

"Really?" Her eyes brightened at his compliment.

"Really. Now try this." He rearranged her fingers on the fret board and told her to strum. She did as she was told, and the result was a somewhat twangy-sounding mess of notes. She blushed, feeling embarrassed, but he urged her to try again. She tried once more and it sounded better, which encouraged her to keep at it. He showed her a few more and by the time they were done, Lyssa's fingers stung from putting pressure on the metal strings. George reassured her that it would go away soon, and that she'd form calluses like he had. He held out his hand and showed her them. She gingerly touched them, liking the rough feel of his hands. When she glanced up, he was gazing at her with a soft smile playing at his lips. She blushed again and looked down, taking her hand away from his.

"T-thank you," she mumbled, putting his guitar back on its stand. She could feel her cheeks burning from his attention and she swiftly retreated to the kitchen to help Mandy with what little of the mess she still had left.

George stood there, dumbstruck. He'd hoped she'd stayed and showed him what she could do on the drums, which she'd told him she could play the night before. The night before… The song popped into his head and he began to play and sing softly.

"We said our goodbyes (ah, the night before)

Love was in your eyes (ah, the night before)

Now today I find you have changed your mind

Treat me like you did the night before

Were you telling lies? (ah, the night before)

Was I so unwise? (ah, the night before)

When I held you near, you were so sincere

Treat me like you did the night before

Last night is a night I will remember you by

When I think of things we did, it makes me wanna cry

We said our goodbyes (ah, the night before)

Love was in your eyes (ah, the night before)

Now today I find you have changed your mind

Treat me like you did the night before

When I held you near, you were so sincere

Treat me like you did the night before

Last night is a night I will remember you by

When I think of things we did, it makes me wanna cry

Were you telling lies? (ah, the night before)

Was I so unwise? (ah, the night before)

When I held you near, you were so sincere

Treat me like you did the night before."

He sat on the couch, thinking. She wasn't like most of the girls he'd met who usually, quite literally, threw themselves at him. She was quiet and shy, and he liked it. "Everybody's Trying To Be My Baby" came to mind and he chuckled. He hadn't done that song in a while… For a little while longer he played whatever song popped into his head, still contemplating about Alyssa. Would she go for a guy like him? His brow furrowed in thought.

A/N: Aw! Yay! Fluff~! I lovessss me some good fluff! Plus, it's Georgie/Lyssa fluff :D Hehehe the songs came to mind while typing, so I decided, "Why not?" I hope you guys liked it! It was fer you, Lys (; And thanks to Kay fer helping me ^^ If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to say so in a, hmmmm, REVIEW!