Dreaming With The Beatles

Frenemies-Paul McCartney

You and Paul were frenemies. It wasn't hiddened by anyone, everyone knew and in fact they liked it. The whole press loved it but you two didn't just do it for the press, you two did it because that's how you were.

You had just slipped in a nice red long sleeved dress that was nice and smooth. Today you were going to go along with the boys to a interview. This really exited you because you've never been in a interview. Sure you've been on the newspapers and magazines saying that your the girlfriend of Paul but you didn't care for that. But that's where your origins with Paul started.

You specifically remember walking hand in hand with Paul and you two passing by a little shop with magazines and newspapers toppled on each other. You quickly spotted your face and the words Paul Has A Girlfriend?

You snatched it and stopped to read it while Paul looked in horror.

"Oh no! They think we're dating?" He asked so mortified as he released your hand. You felt a bit offended of how he said it but that's probably what led to your frenemie way of living and you didn't mind it. You enjoyed the back and fourth.

Now you had walked out of your room with all four boys whistling which made you blush and roll your eyes, "Shut up you four!" You tossed a pillow at John who had overdone his whistle into clapping.

You looked up at Paul who looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "You better not embarrass any of us especially me when you get interviewed."

This comment sent you a message to your brain saying that you were going to do the exact opposite of his demand.

"Well I'm not!" You exclaimed.

You walked away with a evil smirk in your face. You were going to do him dirty.

All five of you and Brian were being pushed around to different interviewers and cameras. You hadn't been interviewed yet which kind of worried you. You really wanted to embarrass Paul.

You were standing next to Brian who was watching out for the boys and making sure everything was going as it is. Suddenly you felt a push on your shoulder. It was Paul.

"Paul watch out!" You exclaimed as you hit his shoulder. He rolled his eyes.

"You two! Go to that corner and talk to that lady! She's going to ask you a few questions."

You looked up at the man with a annoyed expression. You had asked for a interview by yourself so you could make fun of Paul but now that you were paired up with him you couldn't. Until something snapped into you. You realized you could do whatever the hell you wanted to do with out without Paul.

"Sure thing Brian." You smiled up at him. He didn't respond as he was focusing on Ringo who was making a fool out of himself until he turned his head towards us and widened his eyes.

"Shoo! Go!" He pushed you away along with Paul.

You both stood in front of a blonde haired lady in her 40s with a microphone and a cameraman behind her, filming.

She had a huge smile, "Hello, how's the evening going?" She asked very politely.

"Wonderful!" You exclaimed.

"Wonderful. Let's start with you Y/N. How did you meet the boys?" She asked. Paul stood by, kind of dozing off.

You decided you would start your master plan, "Well, I first met Paul," you looked bad at Paul, "Isn't that right Paul?"

He nodded with a bore look. You looked back at the interviewer, "He was standing in front of a jukebox and I wanted to play some music. I told him, 'excuse me' and he thought I was trying to get his number so he scribbled down his phone number and gave it to me. I told him I wasn't interested in that and he still-"

You felt a nudge on your arm. Paul gave you a look to stop it, "quit it." He whispered and looked back at the interviewer and faked a laugh.

"Did I mention that Paul peed his pants because I stepped on his foot when he tried dancing with me?" You truthfully spoke. Yes, it did actually happened.



Paul gave you a dirty look and scoffed, "That's not even true." He lied.

"Why yes it is-" he suddenly pushed you and held his head high.

"Y/N when I met her, she had half her hair permed and the other half straight. She looked like a brand version of Bridget Bardot." Paul spilt.

You gasped. You weren't surprised he was going to throw a comeback at you but you didn't expect it to happen so quick.

"Paul doesn't know how to bathe himself-"

"Now that's just a lie." He sassed.

Before you two could start bickering at eachother, you felt a hand squeeze on your arm. It was Brian who was pulling you away with Paul.

"You two act like children. " he groaned.

"He started it!"

"She started it!"

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-R