A/N: Wow, I've really outdone myself! I never expected to post FOUR FREAKING CHAPTERS in one day! Starting to feel like I have no life XD

"Omigod, I love your Scouse!" I couldn't help it; I was a natural-born fangirl.

"Um, thanks." It's so hilarious how George can be so shy and uncomfortable at times.

"I mean it! It's bloody adorable!"

Paul cocked an eyebrow. "Looks like he's not the only one with an accent now."

"Oh sod off, McCartney. Quit bringin' the conversation back t'yerself."

He chucked, "I wasn't talkin' 'bout meself, ya know. I meant you!"

George grinned at me. "He's right, ya know. Yer startin' to sound real Liverpoolian."

Blushing, I turned away. "Oi! Stop emberassin' me! I can't help if I'm a fast learner!"

"Don't worry, love, I think it's gear." Paulie winked at me. God, he's so freaking adorable...

"Like I said before: sod off! Go woo some other bird." I laughed as I tried (and failed) to push him away.

"Now tell me, doll, why would I do that? I've got a perfectly good one right here! Plus, none of those other birds can talk all Scouse. Makes me feel at home again." Stupid cute Englishmen.

A quiet voice interrupted our fun. "Hey, Mandy."

I spun around, causing Paul to lose his grip on me. "Ey, Shel!" I happily skipped over and hugged her. I managed to sneak a quick glance at George, now occupying himself by examining the grass. I didn't miss the slight blush on his cheeks. Wow, he totally liked Shelby.

"Ey! You're that gal from Friday!" Paul's smile beamed.

"Oh yeah, you're that Paul guy." Her smirk confused me. What had I missed on Friday? It made me a little jealous to know that they had an inside joke.

"Already forgot me name, eh? I'm feeling unloved!"

Shel shook her head, and I completely understood what that implied. What a dork.

"And to think I even told Georgie here that you were really gear! " His rant continued. "But I guess ya don't think the same of me. Oh well.." His overexaggerated pout really sold it.

"Maybe you should be an actor instead or a musician, Paulie," George piped up. "Ye sure sold that performance. Make a real nice Romeo, I'd bet." Smirk.

"Only if ye'll be me Juliet! C'mon, Georgie!" Paul pulled George up onto his feet and paraded him around, both of them laughing.

"Oi, get off me you poof!" George yelled as he broke free of Macca's grip. "Makin' me yer bird. Hmph."

"Oh, don't be bitter! Ye know I love ya! Now where's my kiss?" Paul leaned in, and for a second I thought he was serious.

"Oi! Get'em off me! Help!" George's protests rang out through everyone's laughter.

Feeling sorry for the bloke, Shelby and I tried to help him while Paul continued to bombard him. "Don't reject me like this, doll! You've got me crazy for ya!" Maybe he really should have been an actor..

RRRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!

"Thank god!" George panted.

"Here, Georgie." Paul's extended hand reached out to the poor guy.

"Nah, get away you pansy!" Oooh, rejected.

Paul rolled his eyes. "Oh, get over yerself, Harrison. I was only messin' with ya."

"I know, but ya still startled me. God, were you convincing!"

Paul's smile was contagious. Even after that ordeal, George couldn't resist. "Okay, fine, I forgive ya. But you ever pull a stunt like that again and I'll hurt you, ya hear?"

"Clear and crystal."

"Now help me up, you git. I gotta get t'class." They made me feel like a perfectly normal person at times. I swore they were mental.

A/N: Crazy boys... You just gotta love 'em (: