"Well, that was fun. What should we do now?" I ask.
I'm wondering where Brian is. It's been a few hours, so he should be back soon.
But why am I worrying? I'm keeping the boys under control...for the most part.
"Let's play another game!" Ringo exclaims.
"Another round of Euchre, perhaps?" John suggests. "No cheating, I promise."
"It's kind of confusing, so can we do something else?" I reply.
"Hmm..." Paul thinks, snapping his fingers and reaching for a soda bottle. He drinks the small amount of liquid remaining and places the bottle on its side.
"So? What do we say?"
"Seriously? We're not teenage girls, Macca. This isn't a 14 year old girl's sleepover."
"Sometimes we act like them, though." George laughs.
"Fair point..." John sighs. "But what about Y/N? What does she think?"
"Um..."
"You don't want to play with Paul, Y/N. No matter who does it, it always lands on him. Just watch."
John spins the bottle, and funnily enough, it lands on Paul.
"Alright then, pucker up, Johnny."
"Not on your life."
While I was clearly uncomfortable with the idea, at the same time, I was curious. What have I got to lose? I love them all, so it doesn't matter who it lands on.
I exhaled deeply, taking my turn when once again, it lands on Paul.
"Why, would you look at that." Paul smiles, preparing himself.
"IT ALWAYS LANDS ON PAUL!" John shouts.
But just as Paul's lips met mine, a familiar face had arrived to interrupt our game.
"Eppy! Oh, I didn't know you were back...how was it?" Paul stuttered.
"We'll talk about this later, McCartney..."
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Ain't She Sweet
FanfictionYou've been friends with Brian Epstein for years, but you can't believe your luck when he lets you come along on a tour of America for your favorite band, the Beatles. This already sounds like heaven, but what happens when they all develop a crush o...
