A/N: Hey guys! It's me again! :D Back from le dead! XD I was TOTALLY not forced into this by Sarah ._. (please don kill me! x~x)

A lot of you guys think I fell off the face of the Earth. Truth is, I've been laying in bed all day, RPing with Sarah, Lys, and Kay. Yeah, I know... I've been a John. Sorry! I'll try ta update more! Now that I've started high school (freshman class of '15 WOOH!), I'll be busier. Cos band consumes your soul o_o

Great news: WE HAVE NEWBIES! :D I'm not the new girl anymore! Ta to all of you freshies that have reviewed my stories, and anyone else, too ^-^ REVIEWS = LOVE :3

Okay, that's all I have ta say for now! Love you all! Peace, Love, and Beatles! :D

She tried so hard to concentrate on cleaning. Tried to focus. She gave her greatest effort. Sadly, her good just wasn't good enough. The way he hummed as he worked, how he flipped the hair from his eyes every so often drew her gaze to him. She couldn't help but glance at him at what she assumed was only occasionally. Her arms ached to hold him again, but she kept her distance. She wouldn't be hurt again.

The problem was she still loved him.

It'd been only three months for her since she'd woken up from what had seemed to only have been a dream. Yet it'd been three long years for him. She'd tried to reason with herself, to say that fawning over him again was useless. He'd almost certainly found someone new by now... But she couldn't help it. She'd fallen in love with the man during those few short months she'd been with him. Although he'd said he'd felt the same, who's to know he hadn't been lying for her benefit? Would he have? Could he have?

She shook her head. No, she'd known he'd been truthful. But she couldn't tell if his affections were the same anymore. And although her mind told her to give up, to get over him, that tugging on her heart still persisted. Inside her lay a battle field.

She was so consumed in her thoughts, she didn't realise how he was watching her. He laughed softly to himself. She was right, she hadn't changed a bit. That was something he'd always loved about he; she was still the same girl he'd met years ago.

Finished with his work, he walked up behind her and whispered, "Love, if you keep scrubbing that stain, there won't be any counter left."

She jumped at his voice and spun to face him, eyes wide and cheeks red. "P-Paul!" She prayed he couldn't hear how her heart hammered in her chest. She always got like this when those doe eyes gazed at her the way they often did.

He grinned at her reaction. "Still as jumpy as ever."

If it were possible, she flushed an even richer shade of rouge. "W-well...you'd jump, too if someone scared the crap outta you like that. My heart nearly skipped a beat!"

He gave her his best innocent-little-boy impression. "Oh, it did?" Slowly, he crept closer. If he caught her off guard...

Oh no. Nononononononononono. NO. She knew where this was going. This was exactly how he'd got her the first time. Same place, even. She'd been foolish enough to stand there cluelessly, oblivious to what he was planning to do. She needed to find a way out.

She stared him straight in the eye, trying to hide how anxious she was. "Why, yes, it did. Cos you go around sneaking up behind girls to scare em outta their wits." If she backed up, she'd be cornered.

He laughed again. "Oh, don be so mean! I'm not that cruel, love. I'm no John." As he came closer, her heart raced even faster than it had been before.

She started to panic. To her dismay, she'd backed against the counter. She was doomed now. The whole cycle would start again and she'd end up hurt. Goddamn Beatles.

"Um...guys?" They both turned to see a very red-faced Alyssa. Suddenly, Mandy's world seemed bright again. She broke past Paul and hugged Lys tightly, much to her confusion. "Uh, is there anything you guys need help with?"

Mandy shook her head. "No, we're all done!" She linked her arm through Lyssa's. "Now. Tell me what happened with you and that Harrison boy." She led them out of the kitchen, not for the first time leaving a very dumbstruck and baffled Paul McCartney behind her.

Sarah was on another one of her OCD cleaning sprees. This week's victim? Her clothes.

There she was, humming quietly to herself as she loaded the washing machine. She enjoyed this kind of work because it allowed her mind to roam wherever it pleased. It was a mindless task. She pulled the boys' dirty clothes out of the basket with ease, her mind conjuring up all sorts of wonderful and delightfully odd things. Occasionally, something extremely strange would emerge from the depths of her subconscious, but she'd shoo it away almost as quickly as it'd come. She didn't like to dwell on such things.

As she started loading her own clothes into the washer, a figure crept up behind her. She remained oblivious to it until it sprang from behind her, causing her to scream out in terror and fling whatever happened to be in her hand at that time.

And that's how John got a bra to the face.

Sarah had backed against the dryer in her haste, staring at him with wide, saucer-like eyes. After regaining his composure, John grinned at her. "Well, I'm used to panties, but I guess that works, too."

Sarah quickly snatched the bra back, shooting him a glare. "Perv. Way to scare me." She went back to the machine, resuming the task of loading her clothes.

But he didn't leave like she'd expected. Instead, he leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, watching her work. When she finished, she turned to leave, once again coming face-to-face with him. "What do you want, John?" she questioned. He merely shrugged in reply. She tried to push past him, but he wouldn't budge. Sarah sighed, looking up at him. She felt even tinier than usual standing next to him. "What is it?"

He shrugged again. "Nothin' in particular."

Sarah smiled coyly and sat on the dryer, swinging her legs childishly. "You sure?" she winked, much to his surprise.

John raised his eyebrows and stepped closer. "Whaddya mean?"

She looked up at him innocently. "It was just a question."

John eyed her carefully. "You meant something by that."

Sarah opened her mouth, about to reply, then suddenly stood up. "What's that?"

He looked at her as if she were mental. "What's what?"

"That pattering...is that rain?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah... rains a lot here..."
Sarah's eyes sparked as she asked, "Can I go dance in it?"

Now he was really bemused. What's with this bird? "You wanna go...?"

She nodded excitedly.

"Dance in the rain?" he finished, glancing out the door to the front window. It wasn't yet pouring.

Sarah bounced on the balls of her feet, grabbing his hand. "Come on!" She dragged him to the front door but he planted his feet firmly on the ground. She gazed up at him curiously. "What's wrong?"

John shook his head. "I just wanna watch."

She paused then shrugged, facing the door. "Okay!" He smiled softly as she scampered out the door to the street, twirling and running about. He sat at the window for some time, watching her dance, wondering how it felt to act as she wanted to, even with people watching. He was still there when Paul came up behind him, but he didn't acknowledge him.

"She's a strange one," Paul observed, joining him at the window.

John nodded, grinning. "Yep."

A/N: So there ya have it! (: Hope y'all liked it ^-^ Don forget to review, my lovelies!