Paul felt like he was in a cheesy romantic movie.
John was across the table, slurping spaghetti noodles. Paul was also eating spaghetti, wiping his mouth like the mannerful gentleman he was.
John leaned in closer, a little, cocky smirk in his lips. And before Paul knew it, they were kissing.
While eating spaghetti.
In a French restaurant.
Doesn't that scream romantic movie 101 already?
Nevertheless, Paul kissed back. Because if wouldn't be a movie scene if the character didn't kiss back.
"Did I mention I was a sucker for cheesy scenes?" Paul asked, licking his lips clean of red sauce. As if he couldn't get anymore vampirish.
John chuckled. "That's why I chose spaghetti, Macca. Like that scene in Lady and the Tramp?"
"I figured." Paul muttered, a little smile forming in his lips.
John conjured up a sweet-smelling rose. "You're favorite, right? Classic red. It's what I gave you on our first Valentine's Day back in Liverpool."
"I can't believe you still remember that." Paul gasped.
John smiled. "One of my favorite memories, Paulie. Now, give us a kiss." He teased.
Paul grinned. "Gladly."
George could wait a little longer. He thought as he leaned in for another kiss.
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Alive | Starrison [✔️]
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] George knew he was going to turn him, one way or another. He knew he was going to fuck it up as he always did. Paul was surely going to have his head and Ringo might be terrified of him when he finds out. You know what? Fuck it. If you...
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