A/N: Sorry guys! It's been ages! If you read my update for Sgt. Pepper's LHCB, then you'll understand why (: Speaking of Pepper's, it gave a little bit of a spoiler (; Did any of you catch the hint?

If you think randomly waking up in a house that isn't your own is strange, imagine waking up cuddling a shirtless Paul McCartney. Sexy, I know, but wouldn't that be completely unexpected and odd?

Now you'll understand why I threw a fit this morning.

It all started when I opened my eyes. First off, I couldn't actually open them because there was something in the way. Second of all, that something was warm. And moving. So I squeaked. No, I didn't scream like last time; I was scared I'd wake up whatever had momentarily blinded me. As I slowly pulled away, my eyes met skin. And skin. And more skin. Trailing my gaze upward, the first different things I met were lips. Why'd they look familiar? I recognised the reason when I actually saw the full picture. Paul. A very cute, very sleepy Paul. I wanted to melt, yet again, right there. Until I realised something else.

I wasn't wearing pants.

Each time I moved, I felt the cotton sheets brush past my bare skin. My brain started filling with all kinds of assumptions and worries, and soon it became too much. I screamed.

That, of course, woke Paul. He awoke with a start, flinging the bedsheets from himself and onto the floor. His eyes locked on mine, wide in surprised confusion. "Why the hell did you do that! ?"

Horrified, I sprang from the bed. Although I saw I was the only one lacking pants, I still didn't trust the half-naked man gaping at me. Fuck, what did we do? A thousand more thought filled my head, all of some type of corruption. I thought I wasn't ready for this! It took me a while to realise I was shaking. Actually, the only reason I noticed was because I had suddenly found myself wrapped in his arms.

"Shh, love..." he murmured soothingly in my ear. "Calm down... did you have a nightmare?"

A nightmare? A fucking nightmare? Did he even realise what had happened? Then again, that probably wouldn't have seemed like a problem to him, seeing as he would have been the one to instigate it. Fucking goddamn Beatle... messing with my head and-


I glared up at him and snapped, "What? What more could you possibly want from me?"

His eyebrows raised in question. "What's the matter?"

I clenched my fists, resisting the want to do nothing less than punch him in his pretty face. So instead I decided I'd hit him with my words. "Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you took advantage of me last night. Used me. Corrupted me. God, I can't believe I trusted you! I mean, for god sakes, Paul! I-"

His hand latched onto my mouth, silencing me. Before I could bite him, however, he spoke. "Listen, love. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about! I didn't do any of the things you've accused me of."

If looks could kill, he'd have been ashes in the wind by then. "Zehn vherez aye fantz?"

His head cocked to the side. "What?"

About to lose my temper, I ripped his hand away from my face. "THEN WHERE'S MY PANTS! ?"

He looked at me blankly and pointed to the dresser. Following the direction he suggested, my glare fell onto a pair of neatly folded bell bottoms. My neatly folded bell bottoms. Out of nowhere, memories of last night flooded my mind, replacing the evil thoughts I'd had. "O-oh..." My cheeks burned so badly, my opinion had changed.

"Yeah. Remember now?" The way he was looking at me made me wish I were the ashes.

I nodded, feeling guilty. "Yeah, I remember..."

And that's how I ended up here: curled up on the couch, feeling like an idiot. John's been giving me crap all morning because now Paul's sulking in his room. "I've been a bitch..." I sigh to myself. Should I go see him? Or should I wait for him to come out? These are the thoughts that've been killing me these past two hours. Why do I always screw these kinds of things up? We just kissed for the first time yesterday! I groan in frustration and rest my head in my hands. Idiot, idiot, idiot...

"You can go see him, ya know."

I look up, rubbing my burning eyes. "W-what?"

Ringo's sad cerulean puppy eyes gaze back at me. "You just hurt his pride, is all."

"Yeah, I know..." Idiot! My mind screams at me.

The couch moves and I find Ringo sitting next to me. "Just go talk to him."

"B-but.." I stammer nervously.

"Listen," he says softly. "Talk to him. He's nowhere near as mad as you think he is."

Another sigh escapes my lips. "Fine." Shit...

Comfortingly, he pats my shoulder. "Good. Now go." I let out a whine but stand, glancing hesitantly at the door. "Do it, Mandy," he urges.

Taking a deep breath, I step toward Paul's bedroom. Oh please, oh please, don't hate me...

A/N: Sorry, it's kinda short :/ Da's rushing me ta get off his computer, so I had ta cut it off quickly if I wanted ta post it today. One thing I realised while typing this: I wrote this last night. I read the latest chapter of Flowers and Rings this morning. For all you Flowers fans, you'll recognise the similarities between the two chapters DX Kay was laughing at me cos of it ._. And to all of you that haven't read Flowers, READ IT. It's awesome! Same with anything else by my Beatle Birds :3 Like Two Of Us by The Nowhere Girl (a.k.a. Sarah). Okay, my advertising is over now! Love you all! REVIEW~!