And I Love Her- Chapter 2

Whoa....what? I wasn't expecting this! I thought he was going to just...i don't know, do something Paul-ish. Not this. Not that it bothers me, or anything. I mean, would it bother you? I thought so. Paul finally let go. He looked just as surprised as I did. So did everyone else. I smiled sheepishly. I don't think he expected me to kiss him back or something. He pulled me back. I assume he liked it. George and Ringo and John chuckled. We both ignored them. He let go again. I felt a little sad. Oh well, we can hopefully always kiss again :D "Hey, Stella, would you come here for a second?" Paul asked. Ringo and John hummed, "Oooooohhh!" Geo rolled his eyes and gave Paul a wink. Or was it me? I dunno. Paul pulled me out to a beautiful balcony showing a gorgeous view of Central Park. I began trying to look for Strawberry Fields and the Imagine monument, since I have never been here and I really wanted to see them, but I forgot the song wasn't even written yet. And that John Lennon wasn't dead yet. My bad. "Stella, I don't know if you felt the same thing I did, but I felt a spark. Did you?" Paul asked. "Yeah, I did," I answered. Was he saying what I think he was saying?" "Stells, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked with a little smirk. "Yeah," I told him. Okay, so I lied. But I just don't feel ready to go out with Paul yet. I mean, I want to give the others a chance, lol. "Oh, wait, here's something for you," he remembered aloud as he fished through his pocket. Out came a pretty diamond ring that I had saw somewhere before...wait, I had saw it on the hand of Jane Asher in an old magazine! It was a engagement ring! "This is my special promise ring. I usually let people, like perhaps with the names "Stella" and "McKenzie" wear it," he explained, "I'll wait for you." I giggled a little. I'm wearing Pauly's ring! "There. It looks really nice on you, luv," he complemented. "Thanks, Pauly!" I thanked. "You're welcome, Stelly," he teased. I nodded. He laughed at me. "Aw, Stelly, I love ya!" he shouted. "Yes, Paul, shout it to all the world and Beatle peoples," I teased. "I LOVE STELLA LOUISE MCKENZIE!!!!!" he shouted rather loudly. How the hell does he know my middle name?! "There, the Beatle peoples heard you," I joked. "You know about the Beatle peoples?" he teased with mock fear. "Yes, Pauly. I'm a Beatle people," I joked. "Awesome," he joked as he opened the french door and ushered me in. "Do I suspect a romance?" John said in a thick posh voice. "Between yous two?" Geo added in an even thicker scouse accent. "Okay, guys, don't kill yourselfs in tryin to see who could confuse me the most with your silly accents," I teased. "My accent is NOT silly!" John said childishly. "Yes it is!" agreed Ringo. "Thank you," I told him as we slapped a high five. Paul smiled. "It's hot in here, don't you think?" George asked, fanning himself. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't we go swimming?" John suggested. Oh, this should be fun! "Yeah!" I agreed. "Hey, you realize we have a concert in 3 hours, right?" Paul reminded them. "3 hours, Paul. We'll have enough time! Come on, let's get ready!" John said on his way to his room. I walked in my room. I can see why Paul had picked it. It was bright and airy. Not to mention stylish. I opened my suitcase. I saw some of my favourite clothes! How the hell did they get in here? My cell phone (my razor cell phone. yes, be jealous), my laptop, my iPod....Yikes! Better not show this stuff to Geo, Paul, John or Ringo! I opened the other. Inside of that one was some mod clothes that looked like they were from more of this era. Good. I wasn't going to wear my Hollister stuff...well, maybe I still will. I found my stripey brown and warm coloured American Eagle bikini in my one suitcase. Hmm...should I wear this? I quickly debated. I also found a really cute bikini in my "Mod" (thats what I'll call that suitcase) suitcase with pink and black dots all over it. Here, I'll wear my stripey AE bikini instead. The boys should really like that one! I thought to myself. I started to put it on. Shit. Can't get the back tied. Oh bloody hell! I'm going to have to ask one of them to help me. THE BEATLES TYING UP A BIKINI. Like that would ever happen! It'd be more THE BEATLES UNTYING A BIKINI. Oh well. I quickly grabbed my favourite brown sunglasses and some red flip flops and a towel. I opened the door. "Can someone tie this for me?" I asked. John came over. The worst of them all. "Okay, John, tie this in the back for me, will ya?" I asked. He murmured an okay back. All of a sudden, I felt him tugging it downwards! I quickly brought my towel and wrapped it around myself as the the top of my bikini fell to my ankles. "JOHN!!!!!" I screamed. He was laughing hysteracally. George came running out of his room. "John, what the hell did you do to her?" he questioned. He looked down at my ankles. "Oh...John, that wasn't very nice," he said in a somewhat discipling voice, "Now tell Stella you're sorry." "Sorry." he mumbled. I pulled up the top of my bikini. "It's okay. Not all of us can enjoy this wonderful bod," I teased. Geo laughed. "Here, I'll help with that," he offered. I nodded, and held back my hair so he could tie up my top.