The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)

The Sweet Idea

_Mimi's Munchables_

(That evening)

Mimi Smith looked up as the door to the shop swung open and the sounds of whistling rung through her ears. She smiled and abruptly stopped her task of pricing stuff to find out if her nephew listened to her

"Alright well I signed up. What now?" John sighed sinking into one of the chairs, exhausted mentally.

She rubbed her hands together now standing in front of him. "I need to show you the recipe book."

These words suddenly peaked John's interest as he rarely ever saw Mimi's book, that was written by his grandparents . "No one has ever beaten what I'm about to show you."

"Not even a very educated person." John smirked now standing up, eager to find out more.

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Yeah so we basically just like start planning the whole baking crap, for Paul to win John's heart. You know since he fell in love, or was it that he felt pure hatred. We'll nevermind I guess we'll never know....

Paul was stretched and lying on his stomach on his living room floor. Now he was sure Jane would stop looking for him as it had been a few days, so he decided to come back to his flat for peace.

But it was not like he'd be getting that because now it wasn't really his since George and Ringo practically lived here. And especially with John's smug smirk imprinted in his mind.

"Ugh he's so fucking annoying! Why does he hate me I apologised. I don't get it." Paul groaned repeatedly banging his head on the rug. George just bit into a sandwich he stole from Paul.

"I don't know why you are getting so worked up about it. It's just Johnnn hejusydbejodnlike thatjdjdbm..."

Ringo just ignored George's attempt to eat while speaking and spoke to Paul. "You know you could always jus' get in back."

Paul sat up crossed legged and rubbed the red marks, from lying down, on his face. "I've tried but he is really smart whenever I say something he always ends up saying something smarter y'know." He cried in despair over George's unnecessarily loud eating.

Ringo pondered for a moment and came up with something. "We can just think about what stuff he likes..."

"Alcohol."

"Pissing people off."

"Swearing."

"Sleeping."

"BAKING?!" Paul shouted proudly having contributed to George and Ringo's list of John's best qualities and hobbies? "I could enter that baking thing Jane was going on about."

The original matchmaking idea was getting out of hand but I'd get it under control.

George almost choked on his sandwich. He threw the remains of it onto the couch and joined his friends on the floor. "No it's not a part of the pla- tell him Ringo."

And at least Ritchie is on my side.

"That's a real swell idea Paulie." Ringo said smiling as he noticed George's expression.

Ok fine maybe he wasn't but erm... fuck him!

"Maybe it is Ringo but this fool has a few problems. The entries have closed. You can't bake or cook." The youngest of the three pointed out, but mostly wanting to challenge Ringo.

"He's right lad, you burnt cereal." Ringo said giving in now lighting a cigarette. Paul just sighed getting hot and annoyed.

"I burn cereal twice and suddenly I'm the worst cook here." Paul whined as he stood up to open the windows. "Remember the expired maggot meal?" The three boys shuddered as they relieved a painful memory that was still fresh in their minds l, despite it happening a few months ago.