Illegal Love - McLennon and Starrison

Good Day Sunshine

"WHY IS IT RAINING?! WHYYYYYY?!"

"Sit down, Ringo. Your pacing is making me dizzy." George opened the newspaper. "Hey, look!" He pointed at the front page. "Wow, it's us! This is great, the album's been on top for weeks!"

"What do we do for the next album?"

"Already? Maybe I could write something." George got some paper. "Hmm, how's this? Since she's been gone, I want no one to talk to me?"

"Great start." Ringo leaned over and looked. "Maybe the next line should be...it's not the same, but I'm to blame, it's plain to see."

"Yeah! Then...so go away and leave me alone-"

"Don't bother me!"

"You're good at this! Seriously, maybe you should do more songs."

"You think so?" Ringo blinked.

"Yeah! Your voice is different from the rest of ours, I like it a lot!"

"Thank you."

"Hey," George tilted his chin up. "You're awesome, don't you forget it. We're going places. I love you." His eyes closed as they kissed.

"I never thought I'd be queer, honestly. Can I still help with the song?" Ringo smiled shyly. "Just a little?"

"Hell yeah! I guess we should call it Don't Bother Me. I can't believe that she would leave me on my own."

"It's just not right when every night I'm all alone."

"I've got no time for you right now, don't bother me!"

"Maybe we should write songs together more often."

"Yeah," George looked up, "maybe."

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"You know, we've written songs together before, but I think this time will be different. Since we're, you know, together," John commented.

"Yeah, I agree."

"Has anyone told you that you look like a bird?"

"What?!"

"Seriously! Your face, those eyelashes -"

"Shut up!" Paul pouted.

John laughed. "You look adorable."

"I do not! I just wanna write the song."

"It won't be long."

"Say that again."

"It won't be long?" He looked at him quizzically.

"Yeah! I got it! It won't be long! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Come on, you try!"

"It won't be long! Yeah, yeah, yeah! You're right!"

Paul giggled slightly. "It won't be long, yeah, till I belong to you!"

"Well, technically," John replied, booping his nose, "you already do."

"Do not! It's the other way around!"

"Is that so?"

He scooted back as his partner leaned in. "John?" He looked into his eyes for about five seconds.

"Tickle attack!"

"No, don't! Johnnnnn! Hahahaha, stahahahap! Please!" Paul tried to back up more, but trapped himself between the cushions.

"Not until you admit you're adorable," John growled, pinning him down.

"I'll never - HEY! FINE, YOU WIN! I GIVE! I GIHIHIHIVE! I'M ADORABLE!"

"Yes, you are." He slid off him and started to write down the lyrics they came up with. "How's this? Every night when everybody has fun, here am I, sitting all on my own?"

"Yes! We are getting there! This is going to be a great album!"