Imagine... The Beatles

The Quartet

Paul Imagine :||

"Alright, ready lads?" John says, holding his guitar. "Ready!" Paul says, holding G chord. "Ok, George! Open us up!" John says. And George strikes the opening chord, to A Hard Days Night.

Being an intern for George Martin is pretty easy. You get coffee, tea, food, and occasionally you get to watch the lads work. "Y/N, come here!" George called you. "Yes, Mister Martin, sir?" you ask, running beside him.

"Would you like to help me?" he says, smiling. "How so, sir?" you ask, looking around. "I need you to go down there and break up that fight, and get them tea and lunch." George Martin says, pointing to John and Paul arguing. "Yes, sir." you say, walking into the recording room.

You walk over to the boys fighting, and tap Paul's shoulder. He spins around, anger written on his face. "Oh, sorry, love! A thousand of apologies!" Paul says, kissing your hand. You blush, and John mouths thank you towards you.

"Mister Martin asked me what you wanted for lunch, so what will it be?" you say, taking out a notepad. "Sandwiches!" George shouts, pointing at himself. "I know, I know." you say, writing sandwich down.

"Beans on toast." Ringo says, putting his drumsticks down. "I'd like soup, please." John says, setting his guitar down, and laying on the floor. You turn to Paul, who looks like he's arguing with someone.

Come on, Pauly! Ask her out!

But I can't, Conscience Paul!

Why not, Paul!?

"Paul?" you ask him, tapping his shoulder. "I THINK SHES PRETTY!" he shouts, covering his mouth. "Paul, what smoke are you cracking?" George says, backing away slowly. John looks at Paul with a queer look. "You alright, Paul?" John ask Paul.

You blew it! You big idiot!

But you are me, Conscience Paul!

Yeah, I'm stuck with you, dunderhead!

We are not dunderheads!

They are talking to you, stupid!

Crap, ok!

Just talk, Paul!!

What do I say!

Just think, lad!

"Y/N, did you just hear me say that out loud?" Paul says, pointing to himself. "Yes, are you okay, Paul?" you ask him. "I'm just fine..." Paul says, rubbing his head. "Paul, why'd you say "I think she's pretty?" Ringo says.

Paul looks around, and blushes. "Oh! Someone likes Y/N!" John says, whistling. You blush, as Paul walks up by you. "Um, that's true.." Paul says, chucking nervously. You smile, and kiss him. Paul touches his cheek and blushes.

"Y/N! Go get their lunches!" George shouts at you. "Sorry Sir!!" you shout, running out to the cafeteria.

The End.
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