A/n: I'm a little nutty right now. Don't worry. It happens every now and then. Pun intended. But anyway, let's go!
"Riley, are you sure we have enough pillows?" Paul asked, buried under a mountain of body, throw, and bean bag like pillows.
"No! There's never enough!"
"Girl! Look at all these biscuits!"
"Geo, I know all about them. I made them myself."
"Riley, is this box of cornflakes real?!"
"Yes, John, it is."
"Oh my God!! Look at her ring collection!"
"Someone! Unbury me!" Paul begged.
"Good God! Paul, you're such a brat," John groaned, throwing the pillows in a separate pile.
"Hey! Is this a pillow fight?" Ringo asked, seeing the flying cushions.
"Not a bad idea," he replied.
I'm not sure who started the fight, I just remember flying pillows.
"Ow!" John whimpered when I hit his crotch on accident.
"Oh my God! John, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it was just a pillow."
Then, I felt a smack on the back of my head.
"Oops! Sorry, Starkey."
"Paul!"
"Oh, shit!"
To get to the point, I chased him around the house firing pillow after pillow until I was wore out.
"Ice cream?" he begged, giving me his eyes.
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"Okay! I've got mint chip, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla."
"I want strawberry!" John begged.
"Vanilla," Ringo decided.
"Chocolate," George replied.
"Mint chip," Paul requested.
"I'm with you, Macca."
After we finished eating, we watched TV.
"I don't like the news!" Paul snapped.
"It's my house, John, and I don't want to watch that crap!"
"But I want to know what's going on in the world!"
"I don't!" Ringo snapped back.
"Fine, no one's with me."
"Yeah, those news reporters are creepy looking anyway," George piped up.
We finally agreed on watching Citizen Kane. At one point, I looked over at Ringo, and he was laying down on a blanket, stripped down to his boxers, and had a fuzzy teddy bear cuddling up to his chest.
"Aww!" I sighed.
"Oh my God!" Paul giggled.
John looked over at us hearing our giggles, and couldn't help but laugh.
"What a goober."
"What happened to his clothes?" George asked.
"I saw him put them in his room. He doesn't seem to care," John replied.
"I guess not!" I giggled.
"Is he cold?" Paul asked.
"I'll go get him a blanket."
When I came back, he was all curled up in a ball cuddling his teddy to stay warm.
"Ritchie, hey, I got you a blanket."
"Riley!" he gasped, covering his boxers with his hands.
"Don't be embarrassed!"
"Uh, thanks for the blanket," and he got cozy.
After the movie all of us were passed out. Well, except for me. I couldn't sleep over Ringo's snoring.
I finally fell asleep cuddling with Paul, living my best life with the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
