I walked into our flat quietly having heard "How Do You Sleep?" on the radio. It seemed Paul had too because he was out on the terrace. I knocked and smiled and he pathetically attempted to return the smile.

"'Ave you heard it?" He said not looking me in the eye. I sighed and whimpered, "Yeah, hun, I have." He let out a sharp breath and looked back to the view. He's been so stressed recently. Almost as much as he was in The Beatles. I rubbed his back and began, "But you know what?" He looked back and laughed at my attempt to be positive. "He said you had a pretty face." I took a moment to observe him and continued, "And that you do!"

He pulled me under his arm and kissed the top of my head. "You know I love you, yeah?" his eyes filled with serenity. "I had a hunch." I smirked and he looked down to me and smirked back. He puckered his lips and waited like a silly child. I went up on my tip toes and kissed him. As he pulled away he drew me into his warm chest.

"And I love you too, McCartney." He ruffled my hair and kissed me once again. I hope he's getting past this feud because I believe it will end. Good friends can't stay away from each other forever.

-------------------------------------------------------I'm so sorry I like actually can't write for Paul and Ringo but I figured I'd make myself while I was listening to "How Do You Sleep?". Hope you enjoyed!
-Jenna