Okay, I know! This is a really short chapter and it's pretty much all filler. But I really couldn't think of anything else before the next chapter, and I thought the idea was kind of amusing. I don't know. It isn't my favorite, but I promise the next one will be LOADS better! And I'm very close to being done with it, so it won't be long before I update again. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this for now! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah, I think everyone knows that I do not own the Beatles. Happy? Because I'm sure not! *Sob*


Sunlight streamed in through the window when I woke up the next morning, covering the room in a soft yellow glow. I was still wrapped in Paul's comforting embrace. I lay still for a few more minutes until I felt Paul stir slightly. I looked up to see him smiling blearily down at me.

"Morning luv."

"Morning," I smiled. "Listen, Paul...I...just...well...thank you. For last night."

He looked at me tenderly. "It was no trouble. That must've been some nightmare."

"Yeah..." I said softly. "It was..."

He stood up and pulled me out of bed with him. "You gonna actually come down to the beach with us today? You and Cyn were too busy yesterday with your 'girl talk.' Speaking of which, are you going to tell me what that was about?"

"Nope!" I grinned at him slyly. "We are leaving you to guess."

"Oh! Alright then! My guess is...you were talking about how sexy I am."

My jaw dropped and I gave him a shove. "James Paul McCartney!" I laughed. "No! You're totally wrong!" Yes! He was totally right!

He pouted at me. "You don't think I'm sexy?" I never said that...

"Maybe I do...or maybe I don't" Oh my gosh did I really just say that? I turned my back to him with a flip of my hair. I could, however, still see his face in the mirror, which he didn't realize. He looked very intrigued, but I could've sworn there was a hint of hope in his expression. Oh jeez! All that stuff Cyn put into my head is giving me insane ideas. I walked out of our room and heard Paul protesting behind me as he followed me out, all the way until we were standing in the middle of the living room..

"Hey! I mean, come on! That isn't a real answer! Just answer straight out! Do you, or do you not, think I am the sexiest man alive?" I could hear the strain in his voice as he tried not to laugh. 'Yes!' Screamed my mind. 'You are totally the sexiest man alive!'

"I did answer you Paul!" I giggled.

He made a frustrated sound. "That doesn't count. It was all," He made his voice high-pitched in a poor imitation of myself. "'Maybe I do or maybe I don't'" His voice went back to normal. "That doesn't give me any real information!"

I stuck my tongue out at him...and then realized that we were being watched by four very amused sets of eyes. "Oh...uh...Hey guys! How's it goin'?" I said, tongue still hanging out of my mouth. I quickly stuck it back in there, embarrassed.

John, Cyn, George, and Ringo all burst out laughing. Whether it was at Paul's and my conversation, or my awkward moment, or a combination of both, I didn't know.

"What's all this about Paul being the sexiest man alive?" John asked. Then all three of them added, "Because that's totally my title." We all laughed at that.

Cyn jumped up and grabbed my arm. "Hurry and eat! You and I are going dress shopping!"

I was confused. "Dress shopping?"

"For the ball tomorrow silly!"

"Oh! Right..." I smiled. "That'll be fun."

"What? The dress shopping or the ball?" Cyn questioned.

"Well both I suppose..."

She grinned. "Well hurry up then!" And hurry up I did, and within the hour we were out the door, armed with a wad of cash from The Beatles.

We went to no less than seven stores looking for our favorite dresses. In the end, I picked a dark blue one with beading on the bodice and around the square, rounded neckline and cap sleeves. It had princess seams and a gathered skirt. Cyn bought a light purple dress with a wrapped and rouched bodice, empire waistline, and bubble hem. We were so excited for the ball the next day.

The rest of the afternoon was spent on the beach, just horsing around. Of course, I didn't escape a good teasing from John, George, and Ringo about the conversation I'd had with Paul that morning...I doubt I need to go into detail as I'm sure you can easily imagine...

That night, we actually went to bed early, since we were so tired from our previous late night. After Paul and I were all ready for bed, I walked toward my spot on the couch. But Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed with him.

"Paul," I laughed. "What are you doing?"

He gave me a look of mock irritation. "I don't want you wakin' me up again with your cryin'!"

I pretended to be insulted, but inside, I was saying, 'Awwww...He's so sweet!' Paul and I laid down in much the same fashion in which we slept last night, and the both of us fell asleep quickly.


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