Author's Note: I couldn't wait to publish this story anymore. As you can read from the summary, it's a story of my favorite female Sixties singer with one of The Beatles. You have to find out who she is, and which Beatle will she choose. Have fun! :D

P.S. Thank you to Vanessa for suggesting me how to start the story! Love you!

Chapel Street, London

August 6, 1965

"Help! I need somebody!

Help! Not just anybody!

Help! You know I need someone!

Help!"

It was the evening of the day—but it wasn't an ordinary day. It was the release of The Beatles' fifth album, Help! The Beatles were greeting their guests, and so were Brian and George while the tracks of their new album playing in the background.

And then John saw Brian talking to a really pretty blonde bird with a really nice smile, and a pair of nice breasts according to John. He licked his lips, and whispered to Paul, "Hey, Paul, do you see that pretty bird Brian's talking to?"

"Which one?" Paul immediately asked, and looked around the room to see Brian talking to the bird John was talking about. "I can't find her or Brian!"

"Can't find who?" asked George, curious.

"Just some bird," said John.

"A really pretty bird," said Paul with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Where is she? I want to see her, too, ya know!" said Ringo, looking around the room just like what Paul did.

"All of you are really blind, aren't you?" John asked, getting impatient. "Brian is standing in front of the door, talking to a really pretty bird!"

The other three Beatles looked at Brian, and they finally saw the pretty blonde girl John was talking about. She had a really sweet smile, but her eyes seemed very sad, even though she was smiling.

"Wow," George sighed, "she's really pretty…"

"Shut up, I saw her first, George," said John.

"I don't care if you saw her first! Brian is going to introduce her to us, and she's going to find me the most attractive Beatle," said George with a cheeky grin, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Nah, she's going to fall for me, Georgie," said Paul confidently, fixing his bow tie. "After all, I am the cutest and most handsome Beatle."

"You all sound very silly," said Ringo, and George stuck out his tongue at Ringo.

"Stop babbling! They're coming! Act normal!" said Paul, and then they talked about something unnecessary like how black John's shoes were, and how messy George's hair was.

"Hello, boys," Brian greeted with a happy smile on his face.

"Hello, Brian," the four Beatles greeted him back with a polite, yet flirting smile.

"I would like you to meet my dear friend, Marianne Faithfull," Brian introduced the boys to the pretty blonde bird, Marianne Faithfull. "Marianne, these are, well, The Beatles."

Marianne let out her white hand for each of the lads to shake with a wide pretty smile. "It is very nice to finally meet you all," she said politely.

John shook her hand first with a flirtatious grin on his face. "It is very nice to meet you, too, Ms. Faithfull," he said, and planted a kiss on her hand.

Paul noticed she had large, wide, gray eyes. She had a pair of rosy cheeks—probably because of her small freckles. And she had a pair of thick, kissable pink lips, and they looked thin when she smiled. She was very beautiful. The boys were all astonished to see this very beautiful girl standing shyly beside Brian.

She shook hands with each of the lads, but Paul felt something electrifying when he touched her smooth hand. Her gray eyes looking into his hazel eyes with smiles on both of their faces. He could tell he was Marianne's favorite Beatle from the way she looked at him.

"How did you know, Marianne, Brian?" Ringo asked.

"Marianne and I met on the release of the first issue of Rolling Stone magazine last year," said Brian. "I recall of…one of you, lads, singing her first single…"

"Oh, that was me, Brian," said Ringo with a smile, and then looked at Marianne. "No wonder you seem so very familiar, and your voice, as well! Marianne, you have a wonderful voice!"

"Thank you, Ringo," she thanked him humbly, and then laughed shyly. "I can't believe a Beatle just complimented me!"

"Believe it or not, love," said Ringo, "I just did." And then he winked at her that made her giggle shyly.

Brian excused himself to greet more guests, and Marianne was left alone with the four Beatles. All four of them were still astonished on how beautiful she looked dressed in that below the knee white dress, and her golden hair resting on her back casually.

"So, where are you from, Marianne?" George asked.

"I was born in London, but grew up in Reading after my parents' divorce," she said.

"You don't look like the usual British birds," said John, obviously he had been observing her. "You look like you're German, or…some kind."

"Well, I'm actually half English and half Austro Hungarian," she said.

"No wonder you have such a…unique face," said John with a huge grin on his face, obviously trying to flirt with her.

The four Beatles had been entertaining her throughout the evening. Paul asked her to dance with him, and she gladly accepted. They happily danced to Dizzy Miss Lizzy—the last track of Help!

"You're a wonderful dancer, Marianne," he remarked when the song ended.

She grinned. "Thank you, Paul," she thanked him politely, and then yawned. "I can't believe it's still ten in the evening, but I feel so tired and sleepy! I think I'm going to go back to my flat with John."

"Who's John?" he asked.

"John Dunbar," she said. "He's my husband."

"Oh, so you're married."

She nodded her head. "Peter Asher was John's best man," she said.

"When was your wedding?"

"Last May."

"And how old are you?"

"I'm going to be eighteen years old this December, Paul," she said, and then yawned again. "Alright, I'm going to go home, now. It was nice to finally talk to you, and meet you, Paul."

He smiled at her. "The pleasure's all mine, love," he said.

She bid him goodbye, and then the other Beatles.

"Brian, it was a lovely release party of The Beatles' new album," she said to Brian, as she was about to leave.

"Thank you, dear," he thanked her. "Oh, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I am," she said. "I'm very tired, and I don't want little Nicholas to be tired, as well."

"Oh, yes, right," he said, nodding his head. "I'll see you soon, Marianne."

"I'll see you soon," she said, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for inviting me to the party, Brian."

"It's my pleasure, my dear," he said, and then waved her goodbye as she left his flat.

Paul tapped Brian on the shoulder, and then he glanced at Paul.

"So…Marianne is married?" Paul asked.

"Yes, she is," said Brian. "She's pregnant. Can't you see her big stomach?"

"No, I don't," he said. "Maybe, it's because of her dress."

"I suppose, yes," said Brian, and patted Paul on the shoulder. "Sorry to disappoint you, son."

"Yeah, it's all right." Said Paul.

Marianne is pregnant, Paul thought as he walked to the boys. He thought about telling the news of Marianne's marriage to the boys. But they wouldn't be interested in her anymore, so he remained it as a secret. I'll just let them find out by themselves. And then he walked away.

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