Imagine getting ready to go to the birthday party of your very handsome boyfriend, Paul McCartney. John had decided to throw him a surprise party and you and the rest of the band had been planning it for the past two weeks. Paul thought that the two of you were going out to dinner, but in reality, the entire restaurant was reserved for Paul's party. You put on a black, short sleeve dress that tightened in at the waist, then flared out. You paired it with some silver jewelry, black heels, winged eyeliner, and red lipstick for a pop of color. Paul arrived home and changed into a casual suit and off to "dinner" you went.
"I'm really looking forward to dinner tonight, love. I felt like I haven't eaten in a week." Paul said.
You told him you were quite hungry as well and hoped that the food would be good. The two of you pulled into the parking lot. All the guys drove here to make it seem as if there were actually other people here tonight. Paul opened your door for you and took your hand and the two of you strolled into the restaurant. You walked in and all the lights were off. You struggled to suppress your laughter.
"What's this?" Paul asked. "Why are the lights off?"
"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAUL!" John, George, Ringo, and all of their girls popped up from behind the tables as you flipped on the light switch.
"You lot did this all for me? Thank you, all. It really means a lot." Paul said.
"Couldn't let you just eat dinner and have a quick shag for your birthday, now could we? We have to party!" John said.
John proceeded to put on a record and everyone hit the dance floor. The party was filled with dancing, amazing food, and good times.
Several hours later you slipped away to the bathroom. You were just finishing up when Paul walked in and spun you around into his arms.
"I can't believe you planned this all for me, love. It's really great."
"Well, I had a little help from our friends." You responded.
"I love you, you know that?"
"I know." You smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Paul's lips.
Paul soon turned the kiss into one of passion and he accidentally slammed the two of you against the door. The two of you fell to the ground in each other's arms, giggling like school-children.
"Hey! What are you two doing in there? I don't want to have to pay for someone to clean this place!" John yelled from outside.
"John! Go away!" You yelled out the door.
"I mean it, lovebirds!" John retorted.
"Maybe we should finish what we started when we get home, eh?" Paul asked.
"Anything for the birthday boy."
