John walked to his flat, feeling like a hero; after all he saved the damsel in distress, he grinned proudly.

Michelle turned on the tv , she couldn't sleep, there was nothing interesting to watch, she stood from the couch, and stood in front of the typewriter, but no, she didn't feel like typing, or sleeping or watching TV "what's wrong with me?" she said to herself, her hand were shaking, but she wasn't scared anymore, it was something else. "I must be going crazy" she liked John, but she hated just thinking about it.

/…/

Paul was playing guitar in his room, when he heard the front door open, he went out of his room and saw John with a band aid and blood on his shirt "What the hell? John! What have you done…..did you kill someone? Because we can fix it"

"Shut up Paul! Or you could be the next one" he warned

"C'mon mate, what happened?"

"A pair of twits wanted problems and so…"

"Norm is going to kill you, you know?" he gave a bottle of water to John "Tomorrow we have that show"

"I know, so what? I don't care, you are going to send a monkey to replace me, am I right?"

"You know I can't do anything without you John, But I had to say something, you were acting arrogant"

"Yeah, you are nobody without me Macca" he grinned "I'm tired, g'night"

He laid on his bed, trying to sleep, while his eyes were closing, all he could see was Michelle, smiling at him "I'm in trouble" he said

/.…../

The next morning she knocked at the door. A sleepy George opened

"Morning" he said yawning "Why is everyone a morning person but me?"

"Hurry George, change your clothes" Paul said "Hello, Michelle"

"Where are you going so early?" she asked

"To have breakfast downstairs, we are going to play in this show at 9 o'clock and we can't sing with an empty stomach" she loved how Paul talked to her, as if she were 5- year-old "Wanna join us?"

"No, thanks, where's John?"

" I don't know, I saw him left the room an hour ago. Did you…" he was afraid to ask "Did you do that to his face?" the question made her giggle. The door opened, it was John.

"Well hello, how do you do, Miss?" he said

"Just sit, John, let's try to make that scar invisible to Norm's eye" she said

Paul looked carefully at them, and then asked her "How did you know?"

"Know what?" She took the concealer and then attempted to make John's wound disappear."Do not move John!" he was rummaging through her purse

"Can you use this blush?" John was, obviously; in a good mood.

"No, but you can you use my eyelash curler if you want"

Paul looked at them puzzled, and without taking his eyes off them he called for George.

"I'm ready mom" George said to Paul. "What is she doing to you John?"

"Magic, can you notice something in his face?" she asked George

"He looks paler, wait" he looked closely "Is that a wound? What happened?" George poked John's cheek "Does it hurt?"

"Can you see it?" she was disappointed " I was trying to cover it up"

"It looks nice" George said "I want one"

"Don't be ridicules Harrison and hurry, let's go, Ringo must be waiting for us" Paul demanded "Are you coming John?"

"Nope, I already ate" he said as he took his guitar and sat on the sofa "I'll catch you later" so, they left.

Michelle, who was putting her makeup in her purse, said "Well, I better go; I guess I'll see you later?"

"You don't have to go" they looked at each other "I mean, you are going with us, anyway"

She took a book from the shelf "Okay, do you mind if I read?" , he shook his head and started playing his guitar, she sat down in front of him.

He played a couple of songs, he was only playing without singing, and Michelle, well, she was like in another place reading that book. He tuned his guitar, took a sip of water and then looked at her, in fact he was staring at her, he even noticed how she smiled when she read something funny; but he never stopped playing random songs; and how could she notice that he was looking at her?, every time she read a book, everything seemed to disappear for her. Although, this time, while she was reading, something made her stop: John seemed to be singing something, not really loud, he was almost murmuring, singing softly; a song she recognized "I don't like you, but I love you, seems that I'm always thinkin' of you…" he sang, she dared to look at him, but rapidly looked back at the book when she noticed he was looking at her. "You treat me badly I love you madly, You've really got a hold on me…" she decided to ignore him, and continued with her reading, but she could almost feel him staring, it was new and awkward for her. Her heart was beating faster, it almost hurt "I don't want you but I need you, don't wanna kiss you, But I need to…." That was more that she could take she stood up and he abruptly stopped playing

"I forgot, I need to call my mom, I'll be back soon" she lied, left the book and walked out.

She pressed the button and waited for the elevator "Come on, come quickly" she said, she looked back to see if she had closed the door, she did, the door of the Beatles' apartment was closed, she sighed in relief, the doors of the elevator opened and she stepped in, the doors closed, she put her hands in her face. The doors, out of the blue, opened, John was standing in front of her. She felt blood blush to her cheeks. There he was, looking intimidating, wearing a black turtle neck sweater; she felt like in a dream, where she wanted to speak but she couldn't., then he simply smiled and said "Your purse" she took it, and only managed to smile at him. The doors of the elevator closed again, "I'm such an idiot" she said to herself.

She entered to her place, sat on the couch, trying to analyze what had just happened to her. She turned on the TV, and there he was John Lennon in one of the latest interviews he offered "Oh, please this can't be happening to me!" she said as she screamed into a pillow.

-Hello everyone, so I hope you enjoyed it!