Ain't She Sweet

Lads, I Think I Love Her

I try to hide my blushing face. I usually don't act like this, but I can't hold this back any longer...

"Well, lads...I'm kind of...in love...with  Y/N."

"You'wha?"

"I know. This is odd coming from me-"

Paul shakes his head. "No, John. I love her too."

"That's not surprising, Macca. You fall in love with practically every girl you lay your eyes on."

"No I don't..."

"I love her too..." Ringo and George mumble.

"So it's not just me? We're all in love with her?"

"Yep."

At least I don't feel as bad anymore. Yet this had to spark a fight over who would get the bird...

"Well...I think I should get her because she's interacted with me the most." Paul brags.

Oh great, Paul. Look at what you've started.

"No! She thinks I'm gear, she should be with me!"

"All you did was stand against a wall and introduce yourself! That doesn't make you gear!"

"Just like flirting with her won't make her fall for you!"

"It'll give me a better chance than the rest of you!"

"She saw how happy I was to meet her! That gives me a good chance!"

"Your happy go lucky attitude doesn't mean crap, big nose."

"Hey!"

"I think-"

"You can't even join this argument, Hazza. You haven't said a word to her!"

"I was too shy! I fell in love the second I saw her face! Maybe she likes me..."

"I doubt that. You haven't given her any clues yet!"

"It's not like you've done any better with clues, Lennon!"

Paul finally breaks up our quarrel.

"Guys! Fighting won't do us any good. How about this: right now, let's lay low. Maybe she'll reveal who she prefers."

"It's gonna be me. I know what I can do to win her over." I smirk.

"Oh, just you wait, John! I'm going to talk to her!" George growled.

"Stop it! We can work this out, I promise. Now let's get out of the bathroom. They probably think there's something wrong with us..."