Paul was talking on the phone to Linda. Again. "Yeah," he chuckled. "So I said, -"
"I'm hungry!" His younger friend whined, laying his head on the table.
"You're always hungry!" Ringo groaned, trying to finish a book.
"I know, but now I'm even more hungry!"
"God, George. You're making it sound like it's the end of the world!" John said, flipping through TV channels.
"It'll be the end of me if I don't eat!"
"It's way too late for you to be hungry!"
"So I like midnight snacks..."
"More like midnight buffets!"
"Wait, midnight?!?" John looked at his watch and quickly dashing out the door. "Cyn's gonna kill me!"
"Ta, Johnny."
"Guys, I am trying to talk to Linda! Last time I invite you guys over this late, I swear," Paul groaned, covering the phone speaker with his hand. "John, when did I let you-"
"You didn't. That's the thing."
Paul let out an exasperated sigh and uncovered the phone speaker. "What was that, Linda? Oh, nothing, just some friends being hungry and childish. Ha, you don't say? Well, gee, I'd love to see it. Oh, okay. Alright then, see ya there!"
..........
"The pictures came out perfectly, Paul. Absolutely perfect." Linda said, showing him the scenic pictures with a glossy finish.
"I couldn't call them or you anything less than that."
She blushed. "Oh, Paul. I bet you say that to all the girls you've met."
"Only one other than you." He drifted off.
"Oh? Who?"
"She-she's no one. Forget I mentioned her."
"You sure you don't want to talk? I'm always here for you, you know that, don't you?"
"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, Linda. It's all in the past, and I'd rather not talk about it."
"Well, if you're sure..."
"I'm sure."
"Hey, here's the one of the daisy field."
"Again, perfect as ever."
"Paul, I'm not perfect and you very well know that."
"I'm the one who's not perfect, but whether or not you're perfect, I love you and I'm lucky enough to have someone like you."
"And I'm even luckier for meeting someone like you."
As they grasped each other's hands tightly, they locked eyes. They tilted closer and closer, their lips readying to meet.
"Wait a minute." Paul hesitated.
"What? What is it?"
"Whenever two people kiss, something always gets in the way and post phones the kiss."
A little sheepdog puppy scampered around, Heather following after her. "Martha!"
"Oh, Heather! Don't hurt her!" Linda cautioned her daughter.
"I won't!" She yelled back.
"Told ya so."
Linda bit her lip, blushing once more. They moved closer again, and their lips met. They could've sworn they heard fireworks. Or music. Or both. Or maybe it was just that silly little thing called love.
"Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow. Holdin' hands we both abandon sorrow. Oh, for a chance to get away, tomorrow..." Paul sang, thinking of lyrics as he went. It was music to Linda's ears, every word sweeter than wine.
"Paul?" She whispered.
"Hmm?"
"I love you. It's as simple as that."
"I love you more."
"I love you the most."
As Paul had Linda in his arms, the two couldn't help but whisper sweet nothings to each other until the two slowly drifted to sleep.
