A/N: Two chapters in one day! (: Ya'll are lucky I never have anything to do XD Enjoy and RnR!

John's POV

Stupid bird. Stupid, stupid, stupid bird. I know that she likes Macca, that's why she freezes over even when I try to show a little hospitality. I'll show her. No bird can resist John Lennon for long.

But how? She's not like the others, I can tell. The way she does things... I like it. She dosen't think like them. I've needed a challenge. And I accept.

Too bad she's Paulie's gal, I'd hate to hurt him like that, bein' me best mate and all, but this gal's too good to pass up. Besides, McCartney needs to be put back in his place once in a while...

I paced the floor completely pissed and plotting ways to woo this chick. Paul was just... a minor inconvenience. Plan after devilish plan invaded my mind, but none seemed right. I needed something new... but what I didn't know. What did Macca have that I didnt? The big eyes? The fuller lips? Ugh, this was frustrating... I was determined to get this one.

Mandy's POV

Papers littered my bedroom floor in complete dissarray. Being somewhat of a packrat, most of those papers were just scribbles or doodles or even my seven-year-old attempts at songs. You never knew what you would find in there.

This particular instance was all thank's to the one and only John Lennon. If he wasn't just so.. so irksome! Because of him I yelled at James.. I mean Paul. Either way, Paul probably never wanted to talk to me again after I rudely rejected his totally sweet outreach and offer of friendship. I'd just lost exactly what I'd been wanting! Fricken Lennon, such a git. UGHHHHH! I screamed inside my head.

My head collapsed, resting in my hands, as I sulked in the midst of my rutheless rampage. God, why do I hate him so much? I asked myself for about the millionth time that week. In all honestly, he'd never done anthting that should have set me off.. all he ever did was make smartass remarks. But no one had ever managed to get so deeply under my skin as he did. There's no way that I could... NO! Shaking my head rapidly, I tried to push that evil thought away. It couldn't be right.. could it? No, no, noI will never, ever be attracted to John Lennon. Why should I be? He's an arrogant, annoying, completely stupid prick. I'd never like him! He thinks he can get any gal he wants! I'm never goin' t'be his bird. Never!

Though the words sounded true in my head, I'd never admit it, but I knew I was in complete denial. He did get whomever he wanted, and I hated him for it. My stubborn self just wouldn't admit it and accept defeat. Besides, Paul's just so sweet. I couldn't drop him right when things are going so- crap, I effed things up, didn't I? Bloody hell, I have 'ta apologize for being such a bitch..

I rummaged though the rubbish I'd scattered all over the floor, looking for my phone. Goddammit, where'd I leave it this time?

Thrusting my hand into the air, gripping the small device, I grinned in triumph. But my small victory soon died after I realised why I was looking for it in the first place. Crap! I don't have his number! I slapped my forehead with the palm of my head. Stupid me..

George! I hurredly searched through my contacts list until I stopped at Georgie. God, please pick up..

George's POV

I wanna hold your haaandd... I wanna hold your hand!

"Oi!" I jerked upright, startled by the sudden blaring music. Muttering to meself about "stupid phones," I looked for the damned thing.

It's such a feeling, that my love, I can't hiidee, I can't hiidee, I can't hiiiiidddeeee! Finally! I found the blasted object that so rudely interrupted me nap. Now how do ya make the music shuttup again? Not that I'm complaining, me band's music is real gear but this is too damn loud! Now where's that damned button! Oh.. Feeling exceedingly stupid, I pressed the talk button. "Ello?"

"George!" Whomever was on the other end of the line sounded extremely out of breath.

"Yes? Now who's this?"

"It's Mandy!"

Oh, duh. "Oh.. Ey, love, whassa matter? Ya sound like ye ran a marathon."

"Nothing. Do you have Paul's number?" Ha, I told Paul she'd be running back in no time, but no , no one listens to li'l ol'Harrison, do they?

"Yeah, one sec, doll." I gave her the number and every thing else, blah, blah, blah, whatever. "Now whaddya need 'ta talk to ol' Paulie 'bout?"

"I effed up. Big time. I was a total bitch to him, and I need to tell him I'm sorry."

Poor love. "Aw, I'm sorry, hun. Hope you guys kiss and make up." Hehehe, I love teasin' them.

"Now what's all this bout kissin', hm?"

"Nothin', nothin' it's just a phrase!" People take things way too seriously sometimes, thought that time I completely meant it. It's obvious they dig each other.

"Okay, then.." Her voice was infused with suspicion.

"Look, love, just go tell the poor bloke that yer sorry." God, people are so thick-headed.

"Okay, thank's Georgie!"

"No problem, lo-" The line went dead. Someone's eager. Don't even let me finish me sentence. Oh well, now I can sleep..

A/N: Odd, it's easier writing from John's POV rather than Paulie's, ya know. Maybe it's because he's such a great antagonist :D I have to admit, his evil, charismatic, devilish ways are very fun to write.. Ya know P: He's such a bird dog tryin' ta steal Macca's gal. Don't ruffle her feathers now, Johnny, ya never wanna feel the wrath of a pissed off Mandy (X