dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #5: imagine that- j.l ⚡️

1966

"Is she single Paul?"

The vulnerable spot John was in made this question vulnerable itself.

Paul snapped his head to John and only looked at him, studying John, and wondering if he really did just ask that question.

John only stared back at him as he bit his finger nails off and chucked them at the grass.

Paul raised an eyebrow "You like her?" Paul then began to lean back in his lawn chair and get comfortable.

John blew his cheeks and threw his head around to see if there were any bones to pop. "Well....yeah. She seems like a cool bird to...like I guess."

Paul laughed, laughed rather quite loudly which made John feel quite self-conscious which is not a common feeling of his.

John furrowed his eyebrows and sat up from his relaxed position from the lawn chair. "Hey-why the he- why are you laughing? I'm older then you! You don't have the authority to laugh at me."

Paul continued to laugh anyways but he eventually stopped and shook his head. "Everybody likes Y/N. Everybody."

It was silent for a second until John scoffed. "Well I'd assume so, her family must love her-"

"No John-"

"Hey! Now I asked a simple question, is she single Paul?" John had made large Ls on his hands with the stretch of his fingers making the palm stiff in a dramatic manner to make the conversation a bit more humorous as that was his gift given from the gods.

Paul rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Yes she is....but that's how she'll always stay.."

"Come off of it Paul-"

"No Im serious, she'll always seem to stay single." Paul then began to explain.

"I'm not sure if it's because of her big doe eyes," Paul said as he looked in the corner of his eyes, "that she obviously got from me."

And John imagined you.

When he'd look down at you, you looked up at him with your head on your arms. You'd look at him as if he were the blessed prince of the kingdom who was insanely special.

And he'd look down at you and would only smile.

"Yes John.....?"

And your delicate voice echoed off in his head as Paul continued to speak.

"Or if it's because she has a pretty good, yet wild personality."

And John would remember when you'd offer your help to him even in the simplest things and he remembered your argumentative yet playful behavior that was charming with almost everybody.

"Suck it! All of you suck it!!" You had yelled, wide mouth and arms vertically away from your hips, fists tight.

The sight of you was simply, well, most definitely a sight for sore eyes.