Ahhh! It's so cute.
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I hope you enjoy it!
Ok. I kinda broke up the quote, but she's still there!
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You woke up, and groaned. You looked over to your clock, it's was 7 am. So early, you thought. You stretched and stood up, making your way to the kitchen for some tea. As you started to boil your water, you went outside to check your mail. You opened the door and smelled the freshness of rain in the air, the concrete was warm, wet and full of puddles. It was humid, it's made your hair kind of wavy and frizzy. You got to the mail box, you painted it yourself, It was unique.
It was painted a dark blue, with your initials on one side in a lighter blue, and on the other your address number in gold. You splattered little white dots of paint to look like stars. You liked it, that's what mattered. You sifted through your mail. "Bills, bills,...ooh not bills."
You closed the mailbox back up and walked inside. Your tea water was beyond ready, you turned the stove down and set down all but the one letter. It was hand written, the name read "Ringo Star". You laughed. "What does he want." You opened it up, and invitation. It was oddly formal for him to send you an invitation, he'd normally just call you.
The letter read:
"Dear y/n,
The Beatles are glad to invite you to a small party. It's in celebration of our new album, and we love it if you could join us for the splendid occasion. We would appreciate your appearance specifically, you've helped us so much it the smallest of ways during this album creation.
We love you!-
Ringo starr"
You knew he didn't come up with this, Paul or someone had to have helped. Though you appreciate his attempt at being so formal for you. You and Ringo went to highschool together, and kind of stayed friends after. You did little things for him first like, bringing him his lunch when he forgot. But then it turned into the boys asking for things, but being upset about asking. You never minded it, and were always happy to help however you could. This turned into you being an almost unpaid intern, running and grabbing things for them, small things. You never thought they cherished it as much as they did.
You'll go to the party, it'll be fun right? You called Ringo and asked how formal it actually was, "Oh it's not like a gala or anythin, just wear a simple dress. Nothing complicated." So that's what your wore. You had a small black dress, the sleeves went down to your elbows, and it came down to your knees. It's kind of flared out at your hips, it was quite pretty on you, you almost never wore it, and wanted more reasons to. - You put in some small black heel boots. They were pretty, yet casual. You got in your little red car, And drove to the party. The poor car was falling apart, but you hadn't the money for a new one.
You pulled up to the party, and it was a really small get together. Not a lot of cars in the driveway and it was just at the boy's place. You walked up to the door and hesitantly knocked in the door. You fixed your dress a bit, and your hair, making sure it wasn't a tangled mess. The door was opened by Paul, "Hey Y/n! So glad your here!" He pulled me in for a small hug. "Glad to be here Paul." You said as you stepped inside. The music that was playing wasn't super loud, but loud none the less. You couldn't here it outside, but you still had to speak loudly to hear each other.
You weren't great at social gatherings, maybe you should just go to the bathroom and prep talk yourself for a moment. As you were thinking of what to do Ringo came up behind you, "Hello dear," you jumped at his sudden appearance, "didn't mean to scare you love" you laughed and hugged him. "How are you dear." You asked. You talked for a while when you thought to yourself, 'maybe a glass of wine could help me unwind'. "Ringo I'll be right back " you said. You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass from one of the 3 already opened bottles.
John was leaning against the counter. You always thought he hated you, any time you went near him, he tensed up, and looked away. You thought you just didn't stroke him the right way. Of course when you turned around you smiled at him anyway. "Hello John." You said. You wished he liked you, you'd like to talk to him about pressing life matters. You knew he loved to talk about those kind of things, certain views in politics and such.
He simply nodded his head up at you. You leaned against the sink with him. You can't lie, he was attractive, the way his hair laod on his cheeks, and his glasses made his face seem almost like it was framed. John did what he normally did, he tensed up and looked away from you. He gripped his arm tightly. "Some um, how many songs did you write on the album?" What a dumb question you though. He sighed "A few, hey could you maybe not stand so close to me? It's hard to breathe.-" He took a small pause. "Oh..." You said. You sadly started to walk away.
"It's hard enough that my heart races at just the sight of you." It was small whisper but it made you stop in your track. John had turned around to face the sink as he whispered something you definitely we're not supposed to hear. "What..." You said.
You began to think about all of the small things he's done. Like when the boys go out for tea, John always made sure to get you one as well if you were at the studio. Or how he'd compliment you if you looked nice one day.
"John, if you're just screwing with me-" you cut yourself off, and turned around. "Y/n, I'm not lying." He whispered. You smiled, "John would you like to go out sometime. Properly? This is kind of a bad setting. Maybe go out to dinner? Or see a movie?" You asked looking into your drink.
"I'd love that Y/n. This weekend, I'll take you out to dinner." You both smiled and talked for the rest of the party.