A/N: Seriously, I almost died. I thought that this didn't save and I was about to break down and cry because it took me like two hours... Thank GOD it saved!

Mandy's POV

"And you are...?" I looked over this insanely happy bloke next to me.

"Ringo Starr, pleased t'meet ya," the huge smiling face grinned.

"And your names actually... Ringo?" He's gotta be kidding me!

"Nah, it's me nickname. I'm really Richard but all me mates call me Ringo because of me fondness fer rings, ya see."

I nodded, pretending to understand. "Uh-huh... I'm Mandy. I, uh, like rings, too... Real shiny." Shiny? You can do better than that! I mentally slapped myself.

Ringo's puppy-eyes grew. "I know right! They're so purdy! I love shiny things."

Is this guy mentally four? I tried not to laugh. Omigod he said purdy! "Yeah, me too. My friends like to distract me with keys... They're real shiny and they make a pretty noise when they hit each other!" I started reverting to my hyper-three-year-old self. It never took much to get me there.

"I love keys!" he agreed delightedly.

"I never thought you two would get along so well," said a smirking John from the corner.

"Well, ye gotta make friends with a variety of people," George insisted. "And Ringo certainly is a rare kinda bloke."

Poor Ringo seemed put down by that last comment, so I decided to comfort him. "Don't worry, I like odd people." I patted his fluffy hair. Oh. My. God. He's just like a puppy! I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face.

"Ey Paul, looks like ye got more competition," I heard George chuckle.

"Oh, sod off, Harrison." By the grunt I guessed that Paul had elbowed him in the ribs.

"I'm not deaf, George."

He immediately shut up. "Oh, uh, sorry. I was just joshin' ya..."

Paul's scowl softened. "Yer so soft, that ye are, Harrison."

"Am not!"

"Oh, don't start that again," John rolled his eyes.

Ringo softly chuckled. "Bubbles..."

I looked at each of them, questions clear on my face. "It's nothin', love." Paul said, pushing my questions aside. "Just somethin' from yesterday."

"Uh-huh... and that includes bubbles?"

Ringo started giggling again. "What? They're shiny!"

"Here we go again," George muttered. "Now she's set him off."

I cocked my eyebrow at him, attempting to do my impression of Paul's "don't-give-me-that-bull" face.

"Okay, sorry." It was fun making George embarrassed.

John yawned, obviously bored. Stupid git. Get over yourself. "Tired John?" I asked sweetly.

"Nah, ye four just bore the hell outta me."

"Aw what a pity, I'm sorry we're so boring." I reached over to Paul's dresser and grabbed the glass of water that George had been drinking. An evil smile came over my face, and Paul's eyes widened. John, being the oblivious git he was, sat there examining his hands. "I hope this makes things more exciting!"

John shot out of the chair, soaking wet, shocked. Behind me, George complained about his water. Paul quickly pulled me away from the now furious Lennon. " You. Little. Bitch." he sneered. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Now John, be reasonable. It was just a joke," Paul stood infront of me, blocking John.

"Yeah, real funny." He stepped closer.

"John," Paul said, voice firm.

Lennon glared at him. "Of course, ye stick up for the bird. Yer such a great mate." With that, he marched out the door, slamming it shut.

After a long pause, I stuttered, "I-I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't think he'd get that pissed."

"It's okay, love. Ya just hurt his pride."

"Yeah, he'll get his knickers outta that twist soon," George grinned.

"It's high time that ego of his got delfated some," Ringo pitched in.

"Still, he was really terrifying..." In truth, he had scared the crap outta me, but I'd grown up with a man with a worse temper than John Lennon. George and Paul hadn't seen my dad when he got that demonic look on his face... It was paralyzing.

"Don't worry, he'll get over himself." Paul set his hand on my shoulder.

"Great, now I'm thirsty!" George whined.

"Go find John, he's a walking fountain!" I smirked, calming down. Back to insulting John, as normal.

"Yer sush a smartass sometimes," Paul pointed out the obvious, shaking his head.

"Yeah, but that's why ya love me!" I grinned. I turned to George, "Now if you're that damn thirsty, go get yerself some water again!" I was too busy teasing George that I missed Paul go quiet. Ringo didn't, though.

"Oh, so this is the bird ye were talking bout," he whispered, just loud enough for Paul to hear.

He nodded. He was scared that if he spoke, he'd say something stupid. Again.

Paul wasn't the only one turning pink; I'd started teasing Georgie 'bout Shelby. "You looooveeeeeee her!" I sang. "Georgie and Shelby! Sittin' in a tree!"

"Doin' somentin' awful nau-ghty," Paul finished.

"Oi! You shuttup!"

"Aw, Georgie's awful touchy 'bout that, ain't he?" Paul winked at me. "What's he got to hide?"

I raised my eyebrows at this. Ideas popping into my head. "Georgie, what have you done to my poor, sweet, innocent Shelby!"

"Nothin'! Not a thing!" His eyes almost popped out of his head in shock. "I-I swear!"

"If I find out ya did, I'll kill ya!"

"I-I didn't!"

"Good." I patted him on the head. His expression went from shocked to utterly confused. This was so much better than T.V.

A/N: I love doing that... Oh John, get over yourself!