The Beatles Imagines ❤️

| Paul |

Paul had been Carissa's best friend since they were 5. They grew up together, and they loved each other. Platonically, of course. Or so Carissa thought, until she realized she had feelings for Paul ever since they turned 16.
It was now the year 1967, and they were no longer 16, but rather 25.
The pair were single, luckily, but Carissa still hadn't made her move. She knew Paul was stressed out with the band.
So, when they had their usual meet-up at the coffee shop, she decided to tell him how she felt, just to get it out of her system and do it in a time where Paul was (hopefully) the least stressed.
He came up to the table Carissa got, smiling wearily but kindly.
Carissa's face dropped. "You alright there, Paulie?" She took his hand in hers as she sat down. Her feelings could wait.
"Fine. Just a little hooked up on the band, that's all." He shrugged.
"What's in your mind?" She told him, caressing his hand with her thumb.
She didn't know this, but by doing this she drove Paul absolutely crazy. He adored this woman. He loved her so much, in more than a friendly way.
He made her less worked up about the band. When he was around her, his stress melted away.
He told her some of the things going on with the Beatles, and she sympathized.
"Um, and another thing. I actually have to tell you something." He said to her, looking her in her gorgeous light blue eyes.
"Ok..."
"Well. Rissa, I-I love you." He blurted out.
"Really?" She said, pretty excited
"Of course, Riss! Ever since we were in secondary school! I love your kindness, your silliness, your adorableness. Your stunning figure and your gorgeous eyes that I love so much. I love how gentle and caring you are. I love you." He told her, taking her other hand in his.
"Oh Paul, thank you. I was going to tell you the same thing! I had it planned, but I didn't want to make you feel bad because I know how stressed you are with the band." She replied softly.
"Car, every time I'm near you my anxiety melts away. You have nothing to worry about." He rubbed her hands with his thumbs.
"Ok," she smiled, "well, thank you Paul. I love you so much, too! You brighten my day every time I see you. You are so kind, and very cute," he grinned, Carissa grinning as well, "and you are so talented and loving. I love how you are so passionate about music and the many other things you adore. But more importantly, I love you for you. You are so amazing. I'm so lucky to call you my best friend, not only someone who I love platonically, but also someone who I truly love romantically." She told him.
The two smiled at each other, leaning over and kissing softly.
"Well, our platonic friendship is now over." He smiled.
"Guess so." She giggled.
"So, want to get out of here? I know it's our first date, but we have known each other for what...20 years? 2 decades, Carissa! I know you like the back of my hand!" He told her as he got up, taking her hand as she got up as well. They strolled out of the cafe, walking towards, seemingly, Paul's apartment.
"Well, not everything. You didn't know I loved you until today." She told him cheekily.
"I had a feeling. Everyone loves me once they get to know me." He said charmingly. Carissa scoffed with a giggle and shook her head, Paul looking over at her and smiling.
"Just so you know, we shouldn't let our love life change our friendship. We can still tease each other." He suggested.
"I agree. Like if I call you a rat sometimes, that should be cool." She nodded.
"Right. And if I call you lover girl, that's not offensive. So what you had a crush on Atticus Finch?" He shrugged.
"Have. Have, James Paul McCartney. I will always love him." She placed a hand on her chest dramatically.
"More than me? I can't believe this. I mean, a fictional character over a celebrity." He shook his head in disbelief.
"You're my favorite person, more than him. Don't worry." She chuckled, rolling her eyes with a sigh as she smiled.
"Maybe not my favorite celebrity, but person-wise, definitely." She pouted her lip slightly in that half-smile type expression, bobbing her head to the side slightly.
Paul squeezed her hand slightly. "Oh really?" He said, amused, his eyebrows raised as he grinned. "Who is it, then?"
"Um...Ringo. Or George. Or John. I don't know, I love them all. But I love you more. And I think you're the best Beatle, so don't worry." She told his defensively.
Paul chuckled. "I think I'm the best Beatle too, don't worry." He teased, kissing her.