A/N: Hello, lovelies!:) So this is my first full out Beatles fanfiction! And my second story, haha. Well, I know 13 years old is kind of an ehh-like age to have your characters start at, but after a lot of math, I decided on having them be seventh graders. The Beatles won't start making their appearances for at least three chapters, but you need those three to get used to what the hell is going on.

Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.

Holly's POV

Wishing On Spring Pavement

I just sat there at my desk. Seventh grade: worst year of my life. I was staring at the board where there was a dark cloud of evil floating in the front of the room. It was writing words and numbers on the board in bright, florescent colors. It's not like those colors mattered; they couldn't even begin to clear up all the hatred we had in this classroom.

I sank into my seat and closed my eyes. It's only April. It seemed that the seventh grade had been lasting for years, but it hadn't. And of course, this is the year where everyone discovers what kind of person they are. I guess you can say that I have known my type all along; I just finally came to accept it. I was the quiet, geeky one. I did activities like band, jazz band, and dance. Definitely a drama club geek as well.

Whether I got a big role in the performance (which I had) or not, I would remain unnoticed. It was just who I was.

But you know, she was noticed. Big time. My best friend, Zoey, was the star. Even though she had gotten a smaller role. She was the pretty, talented, popular one. No one could hate her. But my jealousy could, when it discovered that anything I can do, she can do better. I hated myself for it.

I love Zoey like a sister, but her ignorance to the fact that her stardom is hurting me is provoking the hatred that I have towards her.

It was never like this before. Everything was about her and I. Not just her. I would always introduce her to things that I liked, she would become "obsessed" with it (as she likes to think), and then later become the snobby girl who loved whatever that thing was. Which was another problem, of course. She basically took everything I liked and did, and made herself the star of it. She was self-centered. And ignorant. She's been that way for a long time, thanks to her family, who twisted up being self-centered and turned it into "having self-confidence". Zoey thought that it was completely normal to be that way. She was ignorant that the big ego she didn't even realize she had was a bad thing. And it was hurting me.

Only to make matters worse, she had another best friend named Abigail. Abigail hated my guts, for she was the most popular girl in the school, and from what I could see, was clearly jealous of my friendship with Zoey. Friendship?

I got kind of sick of Zoey. Every time I'd show her something "cool" that I liked, she would end up getting Abigail into it. Soon, everyone would be into it, and I would be accused of trying to be cool. Abigail, and probably the rest of the seventh grade, thought she was a trend setter, when really, I am.

Not that that matters, either. I'm content with being the geek that no one cares about, or even notices. I'm not saying I don't have friends. I have lots, but it's hard for me to spend time with them when Zoey constantly assumes that since I'm not spending time with her, I must be mad at her. It's like she's not letting me have friends. I hated her and myself for it.

"Holly! Holly Smith!" My thoughts were interrupted by Mrs. Johnson, who was calling my name from the front of the room. She smiled sweetly when she realized she had caught my attention, but it quickly faded into a look of disgust. "Tell me what the scientific notation of 37,926,010,000 is."

Scientific notation. We started it today, here in my FGA class. Advanced math. Just another reason for people to look at me as a nerd. "3.792601 multiplied by ten to the tenth power." I said with ease.

She nodded slowly. "That is…correct." She said with hesitation. Clearly, I had confused her, because in her evil mind, she was obviously planning on making me look bad due to the fact that I wasn't paying any attention. So I guess leaving a good example up on the board of how to do scientific notation wasn't so much of a good idea, now was it, Mrs. Johnson? I wanted to say.

My eyes drifted to the clock to watch the time. I longed for the class to be over. Next was English. I slightly enjoyed that class, but mostly because of the teacher. She was young and energetic. She loved being around students and constantly giggled. She was also artsy. Very artsy. She was like an older me, except she talked more. She enjoyed talking to me. However, she was quirky. Not geeky, but weird. She worried me a lot. She also gave out gives to her classes. The gifts always seemed meaningless at first, but we would all find them useful eventually. Her name was Ms. Crowely.

"Holly, pay attention," said the stinging voice of Mrs. Johnson. I narrowed my eyes. How is she even married? I shook my head.

I heard lockers begin to creek open and slam shut. "Alright, class, do your homework and see you Monday. We'll-" Mrs. Johnson wasn't even finished with her sentence before I had left her classroom.

I made my way to my locker, a glum look on my face. I put my math and social studies stuff in it and grabbed my English. I kicked the door shut and began to make my way down the hallway, slowly and quietly. No one noticed. I was just another fish in the sea.

"Hey, Holly!" I heard a familiar voice chirp. I turned my gaze to see Zoey standing there.

"Hey, Zo." I said plainly. "Don't you have Spanish?"

She shook her head. "Switched to Latin, so now I'm in your English class." She grinned wildly.

Oh, great, I thought. I smiled at her. "That's cool."

Today was the first day of the third quarter. Our half of the grade was switching over from reading class to world languages. Those who switched languages would be going by a new schedule starting today. Apparently Zoey was one. Not like I'd know that before has.

We made our way into Ms. Crowely's room. "Hello, hello, children, hello!" She smiled brightly at us.

I sat down in the back, my face hardening. So now Zoey was in our English class. Give all the glory to her. I rested my chin on my desk, looking up at the board. Ms. Crowely was talking fast about MCAS (Massachusetts Child Abuse System... Just kidding, I don't know what it stands for..) and open responses.

"I have something for you all, though!" She said, wailing her arms in the air. She dived behind her desk and came up with a bag. "I have here some bracelets for you. They're supposed to bring you good luck and what you wish for. Hopefully we can all do really well on the test this year!" Ms. Crowely was a nut.

She began to hand out the bracelets to everyone in the class. They were brown, leather strings, and each had a different colored stone connecting the strands. I shrugged and put mine on, admiring its indigo stone.

After crap loads of hourless torture, I was finally done with my academics for the day. I went to my exploritories. First was gym. I made my way downstairs to the girl's lockerroom, still remaining unnoticed.

In gym, our squads had to go outside or stay inside, and play a strange came called pickle ball. Pickle ball was like ping pong on a court. It wasn't much like tennis, but more like ping pong, except that it's not on a table.

I hate my squad.

Mostly because of only one thing: Abigail. Yes, Abigail was in my squad. No, Zoey couldn't be in my squad, but Abigail could. It was so annoying.

There were four of us. Me, Abigail, Juliet, and Sarah. Me and three popular girls. Juliet was nice, thankfully, and she talked to everyone. Her and I were friends. Not close friends, but friends. Sarah was more Tom-boy like. I didn't really know her that well.

However, there was one great thing about gym class: the P.E. teachers only watched the people who stayed inside. So if your group got sent out, you'd be lucky. No one did anything outside.

My group was sent outside today, so we went out to the paved rink and sat, so no one could see the non-active groups beyond the wall. I laid on the pavement, the sun beaming on my face. I sighed, holding my paddle.

Juliet, Sarah, and Abigail sat around me. It was the third class of the day, and all of us were tired.

"When I die, the first person I'm going to ask God to meet is George Harrison," I spoke randomly. The Beatles were slowly becoming a style at my school. Everyone knew, however, that I was the original Beatle-lover. I wore shirts all the time, I had Beatles everything on my walls, my wallpapers on things like my phone, iPod, or laptop were all Beatle pictures. Even my cover photo on facebook was the album cover of Help! No one could tell me that I was trying to be cool...I was actually winning for once.

"Tell me about it!" Sarah said, looking at me. She grinned. "George was such a sweetheart, and it's such a shame that we were young when he died!"

Sarah had always been a big Beatles fan as well, but I could tell everyone else was getting there as well. Slowly but surely, the Beatles were becoming the most respected band at my school. A lot of people, popular or nerdy, were wearing Beatles shirts, and almost everybody were putting quotes from songs up on facebook, posting Beatle-related pictures and songs from YouTube. They'd say they were listening to Hey Jude or Let It Be. Thanks, Zo.

"John Lennon," said Abigail. "It's a shame he had to die before we were born. I'd rather meet him first over George, but simply because he's my favorite and we never had any chance to meet him. And boy, if I could get my hands on Chapman, I would-" She stopped herself.

"I've always liked Paul," Juliet said, piping up into our conversation. "He's so charming, and he's a lefty and different... And how he dances when he plays. I adore him." She giggled.

"Hey, now," I said, "Paul is a married man, ya know."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about Nancy," Abigail said. "He's what, 70? And he just got married to some chick who is young enough to be his daughter, and he has an 8 year old daughter?" She facepalmed.

"And he just quit pot, Abbey," Sarah said.

"Wait, he just quit pot?" Juliet's eyes widened. "He's 70!"

I laughed. "Yeah, Juliet. He's been smoking it for about 50 years now. And he just quit it for his daughter. What a wonderful father, eh?"

We all laughed at the fact that there was an old person doing drugs. My face hardened at a sudden realization. How weird. I was having a conversation with popular people... And I was the one who started it. They responded. They noticed.

Weirdest of all, Abbey was being nice.

I felt the corners of my lips curl upwards. I looked up at the clear, spring sky. The weather had been beautiful in Massachusetts the past few months. I was thankful for it, because the birds were out and singing, jackets were no longer needed, and the grass was green. Just in time for St. Patrick's Day. Tomorrow, I thought, St. Patrick's Day is tomorrow.

I let out a sigh as the sun got brighter and warmer. "I wish I could meet the Beatles," I said randomly.

The other three agreed on that wish.

Zoey's POV

My squad and I had been listening to Holly's conversation about the Beatles the whole time. Hannah, Colleen, Nikki, and I were practicing pickle ball with the wall as we made comments on the conversation. They weren't bad comments, just random comments, as if we were part of the conversation. I stood with my paddle between my legs, as I was trying to put on the bracelet I got in English by myself.

"I wish I could meet the Beatles," I heard Holly say. The rest of her squad agreed with her.

I finally hooked it together, appearing to be the only one who hadn't had it on. "Yeah, I wish I could meet the Beatles too." I said, and Colleen agreed with all of us as well. I took my paddle in my hand again, and began to practice.

"You're not the only one. Ever since you showed me to them, I've been in love. Any chance I get to wish on something, it will definitely be to meet the Beatles." Nikki said.

"I wish I could meet them too," said Hannah. "My mom's had posters on her wall of them, and I've had a crush on them since I was a child."

I raised both my eyebrows and giggled. "Holly showed me to them."

Without Holly, I wouldn't be interested in all the things I like now. I wouldn't have a boyfriend. I wouldn't be popular. Holly's like my sidekick. Good kid, good kid...sister. I smiled.

The class was called to the locker rooms so we could proceed on to our next class. I luckily had family & consumer next. I changed in the locker room and made my way to the huge, computer-filled room. The teacher, Mrs. Kirk, handed out worksheets full of multiplication problems.

I scanned the board for the date. "Oh, Friday, how wonderful." I grinned lightly. I put down March 16th, 2012 down on my paper next to my name. I filled out the worksheet and then began on the crossword puzzle that was to follow.

I was lonely in this class. Well, I had lots of friends in here, but neither Abigail or Holly were in the class. It bothered me.

I felt my face harden as I began to think about Holly and Abigail's relationship...enemies. My two best friends were enemies. I hated it so much. Sometimes I asked myself why I was friends with Holly. Holly is the only one who doesn't fit into my friend group. I can't really invite her to things because all the popular kids would go. The kids who would pick on her. And then Abigail would eventually give me sass for inviting Holly to an event like that.

At the end of the day, I went home and plopped on my bed, in attempt to take a nice, long nap. Instead, I went on tumblr for a while, ate some food, and then rested my mind when my stomach needed resting. A nice sleep the day before St. Patty's day was what I really needed.

A/N: What did you think? Does it make sense at all? Do you have any favorite characters? Would you please review this? *uses Paul's puppy dog eyes on you* Please? :) Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! So far...