Hehe..hey. I'm so sorry for such a late update! I had serious writers block, then I got over it and wrote part of the chapter. Then I got diagnosed with writers block again, and to be frank, I just forgot about it. So please read this very late chapter!

Disclaimer: Oh how I hate you so disclaimer..

"People are strange when you're a stranger.." –People Are Strange {The Door}

Now some of you might be a tab confused about the last chapter, but don't you fret, you'll get it soon. But yes, the last chapter ended with me in the fetal position under my bed with a pillow at exactly 10:30 A.M. I was scared as heck. Wouldn't you be if four men evolved from your shower?

I remembered as I laid there with the pillow over my head, I could hear their voices. They were arguing about what that needed to do next. I swallowed hard when the decided to go find me and talk. The footsteps were muffled from the carpet, so it was hard to hear them approaching.

"I saw her go in here I think." One voice said. Oh. Crap. I thought to myself. They're in my room! Why didn't I close the dang door?

"Well then where is she?" Another inquired the first voice.

"Well how am I supposed to know?" The first voice snapped back.

"Just search the room." An impatient third party voice said in a slightly aggravated tone.

I heard feet scuffling all around my room. The closet door opening and shutting, the moving of my chair from my desk, even a few draws from my dresser open and close.

"Rings, I don't think she would be able to fit in the bloody draw." The first voice snapped.

Rings? I thought.

"Well you never know." The final unspoken voice muttered. "She could be a acrobat!" He protested.

There was a stiff silence after that, and I could practically see the three other looking at the fourth with a 'Seriously? ' expression on their faces.

"Has anyone looked under the bed yet?" One of the men suggested. I think it was the first..or was it the second? By that point they all sounded the same to me. Plus I was too busy freaking out that there were four strange men in my bedroom looking for me to really pick up on whose voice it was.

I heard a group of muffled footsteps come toward the bed when they suddenly stopped. My heart was pounding in my ear as I squeezed my eyes shut. I hugged my stuffed bear I snatched and prepared for the worse. I could feel a beam of sweat form from my forehead as I waited in anticipation for one of them to lift the bed skirt and take me away to God knows where.

After what seemed like hours, I realized it got unusually quiet. I expected someone to of said something by now or at least grabbed me. I knew the bed skirt was lifted because I could make of the light behind my eyelids. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes to see eight eyes staring back at me. If I weren't so scared, I probably would have laughed. Each one of the slightly familiar eyes all had the same bewildered expression with the slight hint of amusement. I guess they were expecting me say something. So to fulfill their unspoken request, a guest of air filled my lungs and escaped my mouth in a high pitched scream.

I'm sure they cringed, but I wouldn't know since I escaped from the other side of the bed in one quick movement. Before I knew it I was running down the hall and into kitchen. I searched frantically for something useful. I ran over to one of the window and tried to open it. I pulled, pushed, and even tried to hit it to make it open, but it wouldn't budge. As I wasted my precious time trying to open a very stubborn window that I knew wasn't going to open, a voice called from behind me.

"Well 'ello there!" A strangely cheerful voice piped up. I jumped and spun around, using the forgotten windowsill for support as I eyed the four figures before me. And let me tell you something, they were defiantly a sight to see. Before me stood four, well dressed men in gray suits and shagy-ish looking hair. I examined the four who all stood in a straight line, from the shortest one with beautiful blue eyes, a taller one with brown eyes and a crooked grin plastered on his face, one with huge hazel eyes, and the last one with brown, beadier eyes.

It was like they all looked different, but also looked the same at the same time. One of the traits they all shared was that each one of them had some sort of grin on their faces with amusement written all over their faces. This, of course, got on my nerves. Why were they looking at me like that? Being the self-conscience person I am, I instantly wondered if I didn't have pants on or something. I looked down and was glad to see not only did I still have my pajama pants still on, but also my tank top. I looked back up and saw that none of them had moved an inch, each still with the same scary and annoying grins on their faces.

I stood there and just stared back. After what seemed like hours, the man with the huge eyes finally let out a breath I didn't know he was holding and his grin vanished. He turned to the man with the lighter hair with a now very annoyed look on his face.

"It's not working, John." He folded his arms over his chest.

John let his grin fall as well and he shot daggers at 'Big-Eyes.' "Well it might have if you didn't screw it up Paul!"

"It wasn't going to work anyways! I mean really John? That was your worst idea yet. Just stare at her and creep her out. Yea, way to make her feel comfortable!" Paul said as he rolled his eyes.

"Well I didn't hear you coming up with anything McCaa!" He snaps back.

"'Ey, both of you just shut ye traps!" The man with the bushy eyebrows spoke up. "You're scaring her!"

And at that point, they all look at me at once. I had no idea that my face was giving away anything, but apparently it was showing that was roaring inside me: fear. Subconsciously I noted that the shortest one never stopped staring and grinning at me throughout that entire little quarrel. I looked back at him and raised my eyebrow at him when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, John taking a step toward me. My head shot to his direction and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Get away from her John!" Paul piped up. "You don't know what she'll do!"

And with that comment, I snapped. Did he just talk to me like I was a wild animal about to attack? So for the first time in what seemed like a long time, I spoke.

"You're acting like I'm some wild animal that will pounce at any moment. You know that's rude, right? It is also rude to stare. How would you like it if I broke into your house, scared the life out of ya, chased you around, went though you room, and then just stare at you with a creepy grin for five minutes?" I asked, anger filling my voice. Without noticing it, I had taken several steps closer to him and was up in his face. I blushed slightly and took one bug step backwards, but still kept the death glare I was giving him.

And might I just add here, that his face was absolutely priceless. Imagine that you got a brand new sports car for your eighteenth birthday that has touch screen, input GSP, a killer stereo, leather seats, and the best darn cup-holders, and it seems completely innocent. And before you can even drive it, it suddenly burst into flames. Imagine that face on Paul.

There was a very awkward silence that went on for a good minute. But thankfully it was soon broken with the roar of laughter. John bent over and slapped his knee, 'Bushy-Brows' was sitting in a kitchen table chair bent over and holding his stomach, and the short one with the staring issue was sitting n the floor with his back against the wall. I for one didn't see what was so funny. I scowled and turned back to the not-so-stunned Paul. He was now fighting a smile himself before he burst and joined in with the others.

I blushed furiously and looked at them all. "What's so funny?" I said in almost a whisper.

"Y-y-you." John chuckled and stood up straight.

"What about me? I don't see how my rant was funny at all." I frowned.

"Oh, it wasn't you rant." John snickered. He and Paul exchanged a somewhat evil-looking look before John looked back at me.

"Well then what is it?" I pouted, forgetting the whole point as to why I was mad, and that there for four, very, very strange men in my kitchen laughing hysterically at me.

"Oh, nothing. It would probably be rude to say, since we just met you and all." He grinned.

Anger once again flared up inside me. But you know what? I didn't really care what they were laughing at. I just really wanted them to just disappear has fast as they appeared here.

"But anways.." Bushy-Brow came up next to John. "My name is George." He smiled a crooked smile and extended his hand toward me. I looked at him as if it was going to bite me. But being the polite person I was, I shook it and smiled up at him.

"Hi George, I'm Juliet!" I grinned.

"Oh, yea, she's nice to Georgie but not me?" Paul said with a pouty expression on his face.

"Well I didn't go around and acting like she was gonna bite us." George chuckled.

I stood back and watched them all begin to bicker. 'Shortie' and John soon got into the little dispute, and it was just a hum of voices. And as I watched them, at that moment, I knew my life was going to change. I also knew I should be freaking out and calling the police, but there was something about them..something different.

And weather I was aware of it then or not, I already knew exactly who they were. They weren't strangers. I had grown up admiring them since I was a ten. I knew everything there was to know about them. I knew exactly who they were. The Beatles.

Do you love it? Hate it? Suggestions? I for one think I have written much better chapters. Toward the ends is where I think it sucks the most, primarily because I was rushing to update and I was determined not to let writers block win. I portrayed the boys very poorly, and it was defiantly get better. I will no longer neglect this story!

PS: I have no idea who to pair Juliet with..heh. So leave comment on who she should be with!