A/N: SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! I know it's been forever for this story, and it's 'cos I couldn't think of anything D: WRITER'S BLOCK SUCKS ARSE! I promise to have a John chapter soon, 'cos I feel it's high time to have one. He's only had part of one! I feel bad DX So yeah, enough of my self-pity. Oh yeah, this one was inspired by what happened to me last night ^^" I saw Incidious and it SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME! I HATE SCARY MOVIES!

I've also come to a very depressing realisation: sadly, there is such a thing as too much fluff D: I seriously can't read through this story in its entirety DX I feel so stupid for posting this 'cos compared to how I write now, frankly, it's garbage. In my opinion. Maybe I'm just wayyyy too hard on myself, or maybe I'm over critical, but I feel like this story's going in the wrong direction. What exactly the direction I want is, I have no idea, but IT'S JUST TOO CUTE! If you want to, argue with me. Give me back my confidence in this little tale. Make me believe that I haven't completely rotted your teeth out with its sugary-sweetness. Good luck with that (: There is fluff in the next chapter, it's mild, so don't get your knickers in a twist. That's my job. Now, if you're even reading this, stop. READ THE FRIGGIN CHAPTER ALREADY XD

I was hanging out with the boys again, but this time I dragged Shelby and Sam along with me. We sat together, patiently listening to their excited chatter about something or another, while I tried not to make my gazing obvious, but my mates knew me too well. Sammie continuously poked and prodded me, smirking the whole time, and Shel wiggled her eyebrows at me when I turned red. No matter how many times I told them to shut up, they continued their teasing. Eventually, I gave up and focused on less annoying things, like Paul's too perfect eyebrows that I swear he plucked (Hmm,maybe I'll ask him that sometime...), or Paul's laugh, or Paul's cute nose, or-

"Mandy, you're drooling again."

"Shaddup!" I whacked Sam in the arm.

"Ow! You little-"

Evidently the boys had just realised we were there because Paul grinned boyishly at us and asked, "Hey, how'd ya gals like t'go to the movies with us? We've been talkin' bout it all day. There's some real fab movies out." He winked at us and I almost died. Since when had I let a guy affect me like this? Oh yeah, since he stole your heart with braids and flowers and sunshine. Go figure.

Sam gave an over-dramatic yawn. "Eh, I don't like movies unless they're really good scary ones."

"Well, there's that new one!" John suggested. "The one with the boy-"

"-and the demons?"

"Yeah! And the dad-"

"OOH! And the creepy old lady!" She beamed at him. "Okay, I'm in. I've been wanting to see that one!"

"But Sammie!" I whined. Scary movies completely terrified me. My imagination was just way too wild to easily get over the horrific scenes. "You know how I get after them! I won't be able t'sleep fer days!"

"Oh, get over it. I'm sure Pa- I mean, someone, will be able to distract you." She smiled evilly at me and I whacked her again.

"You: shaddup!"

"Nah, I'd rather not-"

"Well are ya comin' or not?" Once more, stupid Lennon has to interrupt.

"Yeah, I will."

"Well, I mean, uh..." I bit my lip anxiously. "Y'see..."

"Please, doll? We'd love fer ya t'come with us." Oh dear lord, Paul's puppy face is adorable.

"Yeah! C'mon, love, please?" Ringo pouted.

"I, ah... Oh fine. Ya'll win," I surrendered and admitted defeat.

"Yay!" Paul and Ringo high fived and George smiled at his goofy friends, probably thinking something along the lines of, "I'm surrounded by idiots." He looked expectantly at Shelby, who stuttered, "W-what?"

"Well, are ya comin' or not?"

"O-oh, sure!"

"Gear." He turned back to his mates to help plan the event and I tried controlling the butterflies invading my stomach.

I shoved Sam and whispered, "What the hell have you gotten me into! ?"

"Just the date you've wanted with Paul." She was still giving me that wicked grin. "Although, if you'd prefer John..."

"No! Never!" I slammed my hand over her mouth, ignoring her protests. Shelby stared at us with wide, confused eyes. I glared at Sam, muttering death threats. "That's over, got it? Over. O-V-E-R. That was a phase. He's a jerk. I really don't know what I was thinking. Actually, I wasn't thinking! That's it. I. Wasn't. Thinking! Get it? Hm? Do y-"

"Amanda! Relax!" She ripped my hand off her face and chuckled, "God, woman!"

Poor clueless Shel looked at us completely bemused. Her mouth dropped open into an "o" as realisation hit her, and she glanced back to the boys. "You... John...? But you hate him!"

I gave her my "You're-seriously-just-getting-this?" face and sighed. "I do hate him! Because he's such an insufferable, arrogant, egotistical pig!" I paused, then finished, "But he's just. So. Damn. Attractive! GAH!" I let out a huff of frustration while I waited for her to fully grasp what I was saying.

"Oh..."

"Yeah. Man, yer slow!"

She childishly stuck her tongue out at me in reply.

"Ey, save that fer Georgie, not me!" I laughed and skipped away to the boys before she could hit me. When I turned back to look at her, her mouth was still agape and she looked appalled and embarrassed at my suggestion. Sam was laughing her arse off at Shelby's expression. Oh god, how I love my mates.

"Ye gals ready t'go?"

I spun around and found myself face-to-face with a smiling Ringo. "Wait, to where again?"

"Um, the movies?" Paul stated as if it were obvious to everyone but me. "I asked ya a couple munutes ago and ye said yes!"

"Oh! Right! Yeah, we're ready!" I felt extremely stupid for forgetting. To hide my embarrassment I called Sam and Shel over so they could look foolish instead of me. Friends come very useful at times like these.

Because he was oldest, Ringo thought he should drive, but we (did I say we? I mean everyone besides myself) insisted that John do it instead. I would have much rathered George be behind the wheel, but seeing as though he was younger than me, that sadly wasn't an option.

We soon found out that choosing John as the driver turned out to be a terrible decision. If we'd thought Ringo would have been a crazy driver, John wasn't much better. He was like a maniac! The boys and Sam didn't seem to mind, but Shelby and I locked eyes in terror. We scrambled out as soon as the steaming metal death trap came to a stop, much to John's amusement. Without a word, I slugged him in the arm, but he just kept grinning smugly. I walked up to the theater muttering profanitied directed entirely at John. The movie day didn't sem to be looking too great after all

A/N: Okay, yeah, I realise this probably sucked, just deal with it. I've found it kinda difficult to write this story and I don't know why. Maybe it's because what I mentioned before. Either way, I'll still be updating, though probably at a slow pace until I get my mojo back. Love y'all and REVIEW!