A/N: Thanks to beatlemaniacnumerouno (LYSSA!) and Beatlesfan93 fer reviewing so fast! (: I have ta admit, it really did make me feel a li'l better ^^ So, thanks fer that, too! You guys earned yerselves a Ringo! (c: Yes, that Ringo is awesomesauce, so every time I post a Ringo it means that Ringo approves that as awesomesauce XD Teehee!

"Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait. We're seeing a scary movie? !" My voice rose higher and higher in panic and my eyes bulged. "No, no, no, no, no. I can't!"

"Too late, love. Ye already paid fer the ticket," John smirked in satisfaction at my fear.

"I didn't know it was a scary one!"

"We were talking about it when ye said yes!"

"I wasn't paying attention!"

"Yes you were! You told yer friend ye were bloody terrified! And you still agreed to go!"

"W-well..." I struggled to find an excuse.

"Yes?"

I glared daggers at him and hunted through my brain. To my great disappointment and frustration, I failed in that attempt, but thankfully Paul came to my rescue.

"Don' worry, darlin'. Ye can sit next t'me if ya like." He flashed a smile at me accompanied by a wink and I smiled back gratefully. All seven of us went to pick out snacks before the film, with immense disagreement. Ringo and I wanted something chocolatey, while Paul, am, and John wanted sour stuff, and George and Shel wanted fruity things. Eventually, we game to an agreement that we each bought what we wanted and all of us pitched in for two extra-large popcorns.

Figuring out the seating arrangements was also difficult, because everyone wanted to sit next to everyone else, but in the end, we sorted things out. John made sure to sit in the very front row, probably just to make sure I freaked out and screamed. Of course, with my luck, I had to sit between him and Paul. I was perfectly fine with the latter, I had actually been hoping we'd sit together, but I knew Sam would give me hell about Lennon. She winked at us and blew kissy faces while I replied with silent threats to hit her later and of revenge.

Somehow, during the previews Paul and I got into a popcorn fight. We were giggling with popcorn littering our hair and clothes. He helped ease my anxiety, but it soon returned as the lights dimmed and the theatre hushed.

As soon as the first scream rang out, I slammed my eyes shut. I could hear Ringo whimpering a couple seats down and felt Paul flinch next to me, which didn't help at all. When he relaxed, I warily opened my eyes and looked around. Shelby was hiding in George's shoulder and his face was buried in her hair. Ringo was hiding behind his jacket, because there were no seats in front of us. Thanks, John. Next to him, Sam watched with huge eyes and John cackled madly. I turned to the screen right at the wrong moment and hurriedly hid my face in Paul's arm which he wrapped around me comfortingly. I was too frightened to be overjoyed, but his embrace helped somewhat. We stayed like that for most of the film, and I periodically peered out when I thought it was safe. The scenes kept me horrified.

Paul's POV

Don't act afraid, don't act afraid... I ordered myself. I didn't want to look like a pansy in front of the talent. Plus, John would never have let me forget it if I did. Ringo could get away with acting daft and childish, but I just couldn't to the extent that he did.

When Mandy buried her face in my chest, I relaxed some. Without thinking, I placed my arm around her, more to reassure meself that the movie wasn't real. I could feel her shaking beside me, and I hoped she couldn't feel me doing the same. How John talked me into going to that, I'll never know. To distract meself, I played with her hair again. She'd trimmed off the ends that John and Carlos had coloured, but it was hard to tell cos it was so long. She didn't seem to notice what I was doing, so I let meself enjoy it. It was incredibly difficult to focus on it when the screaming blasted throughout the theatre, so I tried my best to think of something else, something happy.

Out of nowhere, an afternoon from a couple days ago popped into my head. I replayed the scene over and over, enjoying the funny memory.

…

"Paul!" she screamed.

"What is it?" I ran into her bedroom, searching fer what had made her cry out in terror.

"K-kill it!"

I paused in confusion. "Um, kill what?"

"THE SPIDER! IT'S HUGE!" she cowered on her bed, hiding behind her hands.

I stared at her dumbly. "Really, Mandy, really?"

"I DON'T CARE IF I SOUND STUPID! JUST KILL IT!"

"Okay, okay..." Instead of killing the poor creature, which actually was quite large, I grabbed a piece of paper from her dresser and scooped it off the wall and onto it. Before it could crawl up my arm, I flung it out the window. I could just imagine it screaming in a high pitched voice; the thought was incredibly amusing. Once the deed was done, I turned back to her and smirked. "You were actually scared of that little thing?"

"I-it was big..."

"Wow, Mandy."

"Whaaatttt?" she whined. "It was ginormous!"

"Suurreee..."

"Ya know what, McCartney?"

"What's that, Bates?"

"You suck." She grinned at me as if she'd accomplished something spectacular.

"Everything but you, doll."

"No! That's my line!" Before I could reply, I almost fell from the force of her jumping on my back.

"What the hell?" I laughed, looking over me shoulder.

"You're mean cos ya stole my line, so that means you're my minion fer the day!" I could see the evil in her eyes even though she smiled sweetly.

I shook me head and shrugged. "Yer chariot awaits, m'lady!"

She giggled (wait... Mandy can giggle?) and latched on tighter around my waist. "Hmm, where to?"

"Wanna piss off John?"

She looked at me disapprovingly from behind. "I'm trying not to get on his bad side again, remember?"

"But it's fun!"

"Yes. Yes it is, but he can be bloody terrifying."

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Bloody? Tryin' t'be British, huh?"

"N-no!" she sputtered. "It's a habit from hearin' you guys talk all the time! Haven't we had this conversation before?"

"Probably. And don' worry, I think it's cute." Although I couldn't see her too well, I saw the faint smile and how her cheeks turned pinker than usual. A wave of pride and satisfaction rushed over me and I grinned.

After a long pause she spoke up. "We're not gonna go anywhere, are we?"

"Nope."

She chuckled (yeah, that sounds more like her) and climbed off me. "Now what?"

I thought about that fer a moment. "Guitar?"

Her face brightened at that. "Okay!" She lunged for her guitar, named Michelle, and I picked up one of her other acoustics, but I couldn't remember its name. For the rest of the day, we played and sang. I loved it.

…

The movie was easy to deal with once that was in my head. She was still shaking, but not as badly as before, more like quivering. For the whole movie, we sat huddled together and kept ourselves distracted. Despite my fear of the movie, I grinned to meself. Her attempt to sound like us really was cute.

A/N: I just realised while typing this that I lied. This in no way was minor fluff, it was straight up fluff. GAH! I just can't stay away from it, huh? I gotta admit, I love Paul's memory X) I got the idea off the top of me head. Hehehe, it really was cute... REVIEW, please, my darlings! XDDD Yes. Yes, you did just get called my darlings. You should feel very loved.