Two Of Us

Chapter 7

As one of the three main characters on the book cover, Martha decided it was her turn to get some time in the limelight. She sniffed around until she came across some sort of construction site where the old park she used to play in as a puppy.

Her ears perked up when she heard what sounded like an evil manager that took advantage of an insecure rhythm guitarist, crossed with one of those televangelists that sound like something out of a bad 80s teen movie but somehow exist. "Banking off of their faith was the perfect way to expand my empire!! That royal advisor to the Harrisons would do whatever I ask of him to, and then once Heather marries Paul I'll take over as the advisor to them both and rule!!"

"Hey Allan, you sure you should be saying all that out loud? What if some snooper overhears our plan and has us arrested for it?"

"Oh please Phil, if that happens then the story will just end right here! And I doubt the author has any plans to just rush this through so she has another finished story she started way back when she was 15 under her belt, and even then if she thinks about starting a new story she probably won't be finishing that until 2025!"

Okay I take offense to that, I have a set schedule and a mind map now so just for that I'll type in Martha overhearing the entire conversation and having her dash off into the night to warn Paul about what Father Klein has in store for them. Unfortunately he doesn't speak dog and since this takes place in real medieval times and not something like Nexo Knights were it's the far future in a knight themed land there was no way for her to speak English.

"Huh? What is it girl? Hey Mum, Dad! I think Martha was frightened by something.." Paul exclaimed to his parents, dragging them to their carriage. "Lead the way! I bet this has something to do with the Harrisons, more specifically Heather."

".... Well I guess she does have the power to just have our plan stopped before it even begins." That's right Father Klein, don't ever doubt the powers of the author! You know that I can do whatever I can with this keyboard no matter how little sense it makes, and since I refuse to let a story go unfinished no matter how embarrassed I feel about it nowadays I will say the McCartney family had you arrested on the spot and in an instant the wedding was called off.

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"Wow.. So all this time Allan was just trying to get you and Heather married to spread his anti gay agenda across the land?" George asked, now relieved he won't have to deal with that creepy second manager of the Beatles who ruined Paul's life IRL.

"Yeah, not very subtle that the author really hated him even when she just got started as a Beatlemaniac. Wow, can you believe so much has changed since 2016?" Paul remarked. "Your parents are starting to warm up to the idea of us being together, Heather found herself a new boyfriend and now we've finished her two first stories! Only time will tell if this completion streak will continue."

"Heh yeah, I know stories like this usually end on a wedding scene but we ought to take it slow until either one of us is pregnant."

"Pfft, like that will ever happen!" 

Laughing away, the two princes snuggled up in between their heroic sheepdog and gazed up into the starry night. Hey wait a minute, it feels like we're missing so-

"YEAH!!! LIKE WHERE THE HELL WERE WE DURING THIS WHOLE DAMN BOOK?!?!?!" John and Ringo screamed, jumping out of nowhere. "NOT EVEN ONE MENTION!!"

Well look this was written during my McHarrison obsession phase and while it's still a favourite of mine my OTP switched over to Lennison as of lately. But don't worry laddies, if I ever plan on remaking this story I won't forget to add you in somewhere just because the main pairing the main focus.

"Yeah you better! Now what?"

"I dunno, wanna go back to the bakery and get some more cake?"

"Yeah, I think I would like that." And so Paul and George lived happily ever after. THE END?

Nah just joking, this is the end of the story. Okay, now you can go and ask when I'll update my other stories next.