A Classic Crash

Golden Dreams (Paul Mccartney)

9 o'clock, Sunday

       (Y/N) sat in her room with a small device at hand. A phone. She been surfing the internet for a while now and her eyes longed for sleep. "I mustn't fall asleep now," she told herself yet her eyes wanted defeat.

Reader's point of view
  
  Suddenly a noise had woken her up, more to the reason she was home. Alone without help. It was knock on thee front , whose it from? I looked down at her lap, what used to be her phone was now a beautiful book. Lingering her way to the door, book held in hand was to be her defense.
     
      My eyes widened at who it was. Paul McCartney.  Being a long time fangirl of The Beatles so you probably can imagine how much my face brightened up at that exact moment. So glad that i didn't notice one thing, he looked 20, in his moptop era. In 20xx, how? That's 'nother thing.

    "Good day, love" His soft tender voice filled the air. "How you know who I am?" (Y/N) asked, i certainly didn't recall meeting any of them lads. The tall man sat down on a seat and grabbed a newspaper , exclaming it. "Don't you remember? We been friends for quite a while and George even dared you to kiss me." He said , not making eye contact with you. Perhaps because he blushed at the last part slightly, "he did it for a couple of cookies".

     "Kiss?" I asked, but clearly imagining a kiss with Paul. (Yer dirty minded bastard).
"What? Would you want one?" He shot a quick smirk at me.

"I-i"
Kiss him , you fool!

My thoughts snapped back at me but i remained slient. Taking note of this, Paul stood up and came closer.

Child, if your crush offers to kiss. You do.
Shut up!

I tried not to have my thoughts interfere but they were right. "Nervous?" Paul smiled and kissed my nose. "O-of course not!"

Not like my crush was about to kiss me or anything..

Softly , his lips landed. Kiss. They moved ever so softly, ever so sweet.

"Paul! Paul!" The door slammed wide opened. Dang! 
"Ringo, what is it?"

"I lost one of my babies" His voice trembled in fear, his rings surely meant everything for him. "Are you sure John didn't touch them?" Paul walked up to Ringo in effort of comforting his mate.

One chance, you had. One chance!

Your mind kept repeating that, suddenly your surroundings turned black. You woke up.
It was morning. Nobody in sight and your phone played Number 9. "Was it all a dream", you realized. Sheet.