I'd expect it for John, but the others were just as clingy.

"Do you mind?"

"Sorry, Y/N, but we can't help ourselves." Paul smiled, inching even closer to me, if that was even possible.

"Y'know, this song isn't that great. How about we sing you a better one?" John offered.

"Um...ok?"

John smirked, clearing his throat before singing a song I've never heard:

Oh, ain't she sweet?

Well, see her walking down that street

Yes, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

Oh, ain't she nice?

Well, look her over once or twice

Yes, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh, me oh my, ain't ain't perfection?

Oh, I repeat

Well don't you think that's kind of neat?

Yes, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

Oh, ain't she sweet?

Well, see her walking down that street

Well, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

Oh, ain't that nice?

Well, look it over once or twice

Yes, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she nice?

Just cast an eye in her direction

Oh, me oh my, ain't that perfection?

Oh, I repeat

Well don't you think that's kind of neat?

Yes, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

Oh, ain't she sweet?

Well, see her walking down that street

Well, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

Well, I ask you very confidentially

Ain't she sweet?

"Wow..." was all I could say. I was blushing intensely, but of course, my happy thoughts was clouded by danger.

"IS THAT THE BEATLES I HEAR? IT WASN'T EVEN THE MUSIC, IT'S ACTUALLY THEM!!"

Oh dear.

The last thing I remember hearing was a faint "Run!" From one of them, but I don't know who, then everything went black and blurry...

Once again, as I've mentioned before in other books, facepaulm is not a typo. It's just some Beatlese that I can't resist sneaking in 😂

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