nekotaku4life

It's 2011, the world sucks and music is not like it was. Beatle girls are restless, always moving in their seats. On the inside, they swirl with emotion. They want a revolution. Beatle girls buzz with the optimism of Paul McCartney, they flounce with the long-legged elegance of George Harrison, they enchant with the easy wit of John Lennon, they burst with the open happiness of one Richard Starkey. They dance in their rooms, hoping that if they spin fast enough, maybe Harrison's Krishna will sweep them up and back into the past to dance with teddy boys at the begginings of rock n' roll. They don't care if it rains, because rain is just a

He stopped the car. Where did the time go? He poked Paul's shoulder. "Paulie? We're home." Paul mumbled something garbled that sounded like, "Get the hell out of my bedroom, I'm making pies." John frowned and poked him again. "Come on, babe. You need to get up." Paul leaned back, but fell right against the window. His eyes fluttered open as he reeled back. "Whoa....what was that?" "You smacking glass," John murmured. "Get to bed; you need some rest." "Whatever." He opened the door, getting out sleepily. John rolled his eyes and followed after him. Paul opened the door, throwing his coat on the couch, then flopping beside it. "John

Paul looked carefully at him again, but he looked like he'd calmed down a bit. He stared out the window, trying to process his own emotions. Was he scared of doctors? Of course not. Scared? Nah. But maybe nervous. Maybe. John stopped the car in front of the walk-in clinic, but neither made a move to get out. Paul nearly started biting his pinkie again, but John's warning glare was enough to keep his hand down. He gulped and smiled uneasily at him. "Ready?" "You're the one getting tested," John pointed out. He smiled reassuringly and kissed his hand. "Whenever you're ready to go, babe." Paul smiled and said, "Can I get one last kiss be

Pouting. It generally was the way Paul McCartney got what he wanted. Coupled with his large doe eyes, he was completely and utterly unstoppable. Plus, whenever he did it in front of a certain John Lennon, he won a gentle kiss and a warm hug. And John really had no idea how to stop himself from giving in. Something about the bassist's plump, soft lips was just so… Irresistible. It was honestly the single most adorable thing in the world to see him pouting, eyes wide and innocent, sometimes sad. Even more adorable than a picture of puppies cuddling, and we all know just how cute those are. Paul knew all this, of course, which was why h