I sat at a corner table in the local café, Little Ritchie's Sweet Cups, enjoying my hot chocolate in peace and relaxation.

Well, it was actually very loud in here because, like every holiday, the café was hosting one event or the other, so of course people would come in. Plus, this place has great Wi-Fi and the atmosphere is top class, allowing me to type away at my laptop and occasionally sipping at the liquid gold with a lot of extra whip I had.

In all reality, I could have done this finals project at home.

But a certain someone with a jelly babies addiction wouldn't leave me alone until I got him a new box of them-which is basically once every few hours-or "do something fun other than typing up college stuff" which is, again, every few hours.

I continued to type and type, while moving things around on my Prezi, in hopes that it looking better would get me a better grade. Probably wouldn't, but a guy can dream.

It wasn't until someone was literally breathing down my neck did I realize another soul was near. Sadly, that took a little while longer than I would like to admit and when I turned to see what was making the new draft on my neck, I shouted like someone from a horror film when I saw wide brown eyes looking straight at me.

"What the hell was that for?" I yelled at the strange person who still had their eyes still very close to mine. The person-a guy who looked close to my age-moved back and sat in the chair right across from me.

And with the most serious face I have seen in a long time, he said, "I was doing a short study on your reaction time. Judging by how long it took you . . ." He took a quick pause to look at the watch he did not have. "Your reaction is late and I have to conclude that you have Lennon-itis. It's not fatal but may cause good or bad things if not treated properly."

I blinked at him a few good times and stared at this very serious person who was staring right back at me.

"What's Lennon-itis?" I asked, kind of scared of the random disease someone said I had, even though I didn't know the person.

"Nothing," the guy across from me said bluntly, his seriousness still on his face. "I just made it up as an ice breaker."

"You made me think I had a disease as a way to talk to me?"

"Well, at least I didn't say it was fatal. You probably would have freaked out like this."

And then he promptly flailed around, falling out of his chair. I laughed but I knew I wouldn't react like that. I'd probably scream like I did before, that's it. Maybe.

"John Lennon, by the way," the guy greeted and held out his hand.

I took it and thought of what I should say. I'm called James by all my teachers and classmates but I don't really like the name, it's more my dad's than my own. I usually like Paul but there's always the one time I slip up and tell someone James. Guess I'll just have to go with it.

"I'm Paul McCartney, thanks for scaring me with your last name," I said, shaking his hand and giving him a faint smirk. He returned it with an even bigger one and looked around at the coffee shop.

"You know, I need to try out a new holiday drink. What do you suggest, Macca?"

"Macca? Why Macca?" I muttered as I started to type again, occasionally looking back up at the person who had a very wistful look on his face for coffee. If he were to start thinking about something much more important, I wouldn't be surprised if he took out chalkboard to put down all his thoughts.

"Because you just look like one. Plus, you have that sort of famous person kind of name and some famous people are called Macca, so why not. Still, what type of drink?"

I looked up from my laptop and to the small chalkboard menu next to the register, then down to my drink.

Well, this is going to be fun.

"How about that new peppermint drink?"

"I don't like peppermint," John said with a groan and started to eye the scones down like they were an arch nemesis.

"How do you not like peppermint and want a holiday drink?"

He rolled his eyes and shrugged a little.

"Don't worry about it, what else?"

"Caramel latte? That's okay, yeah?"

John stuck his tongue out and shook his head.

"How is that even closely related to Christmas? Hmm . . . anything else?"

"Okay, okay, gingerbread. I was thinking of getting it but I got hot chocolate instead."

His face instantly brightened and he jumped from his chair in an excited frenzy.

"That's it!" he shouted with pure glee and started to dig in his pocket for his wallet. "I'll get hot chocolate! Thanks Macca!" John then grabbed my hand and steered me straight toward the register.

"And then I can also get those awesome blueberry scones they have," John added with a slight cackle and started to eye the scones again.

"Is that why you were staring them down like the enemy before?"

"No . . . well, actually yes and no. I was staring at them that way because I'm so mad that they're so good. And I found that eating them was the best torture. For the scones, of course. So, with every drink I ever get here, I'll get a blueberry scone as revenge for their goodness," he finished with mock anger as he shook his fist to the sky in slow motion.

"Hey, we're at the start of the line now," John noticed brightly and pulled me along with him to get to the front of the line, positively bouncing with joy for hot chocolate.

"Hello! Welcome to Little Ritchie's," the cashier said with a smile and looked in my direction and his smile got wider. "Hey, I know you like the hot chocolate but that doesn't mean you need to get two in one day."

I laughed and shook my head quickly. "No, it's not that, Tadashi. John here just wanted to drag me along to watch him get a cup of hot chocolate."

"So . . . he got you hooked on it too?" Tadashi asked as he started typing some things into the cash register.

"No, I just wanted something that taste like Christmas. I'll have it in the 'Big Show' size with a blueberry scones," John answered, squinting at the scones with a very funny face that kind of looked like an old man frowning at a bad child.

"Okay, that'll be $7 even." Tadashi looked up from the cash register and nearly burst out with laughter as John was slowly counting out all the quarters he had like an old lady. He even took it so far as to count them out loud in a shaky voice.

"Gets them every time," he murmured and stuffed the coins into his pocket to bring out the dollar bills, giving them to Tadashi.

"Okay," Tadashi snickered and started walking over to all the blenders and the people around them. "It'll only take a little while to get those both ready so you guys can just sit down and we'll call you over when we're done. That's fine, right?"

Me and John nodded and went back over to the table we were both at before.

I shut my laptop-but saved everything first-and put it into my school bag, getting ready for Lennon to talk or, if he would give me the opportunity, to talk myself.

Luckily, he was a bit thrown off by the fact that I put my laptop away, so I jumped right into my questions.

"You must really hate those pastries up there if you keep squinting at them so much. Any answers for that?"

He gave a light laugh and dug into his pocket again to get something out.

"Wow, you'd be a good teacher . . . or principal. I can't decide which."

"Well, I'm actually studying to be a teacher so thanks for that; but you didn't answer my question."

"See, you would be a good teacher. Anyways, I need glasses because my eyesight's awful. Bat-like even! Like, right now your face is nothing but a round thing with hair growing out of it."

"I hope I look like a handsome round thing with luscious hair growing out of the top."

John laughed and shook his head, setting the glasses on the table.

"Nope . . . I nearly thought you were a girl till I got to the table. So, I guess pretty would fit it."

"Just put on the glasses before I feel like hitting you with them," I chided lightly and looked at them a bit more. They were really thick! He wasn't lying when he said he had the eyesight of a bat.

"Oh . . . so you aren't a girl. And here I was holding onto that hope."

"Hey! I do not look like a girl!"

"But you kind of do at the eyes. I mean seriously, do you curl your eyelashes or something?"

"Who are you to say? Your glasses magnify your eyes by a hundred percent and it looks like you've done your fair share of curling."

"Ha! So you do admit to curling your eyes!"

"Ha!" I retorted with a wild grin. "You did not deny the accusation!"

"But sir, I don't curl my eyelashes! Just look, I'm not a girl!"

"I do not look like a girl!"

"So you're saying you're not a girl who does actually look like one? How mysterious . . ."

"No! I am a girl but I don't look like one! Wait, I mean-"

"No! You've already said it! So . . . now I get to call you Paula and bribe you with lip gloss or something . . ."

"You really don't know anything about girls, do you?" I laughed and looked warily as I saw a very mischievous look grace his face.

"Not really . . . but you do!" And he cackled wildly, nearly falling out of his seat with the laughing fit he was having.

"Hey, guys! That hot chocolate of yours is awaiting you," Tadashi called from where he was. John basically ran up to get the liquid gold he ordered.

"Did you put extra whipped cream in here?" he asked, holding the red mug up to eye level and squinting.

"Yeah, Paul loves it with extra whip and I guess I accidentally made your orders identical to each other, sorry. Do you want it without the extra whip?"

And there was Tadashi being all nice and apologetic as usual. I was just about ready to calm him down and tell him to quit being this nice, it was making me disappointed with myself.

"Who would want it without the extra whipped cream?" John asked with wide eyes. "Keep the whipped cream and you can even add extra if you want!"

Tadashi noticeable calmed down and brought out the scone too, which John finally did not squint or glare at, only smiling very happily.

"What time is it?" John asked absently. Tadashi looked over at a clock and then at John.

"5:30, why do you ask?"

5:30 . . . George, oh great! I rushed back to my chair, grabbed my jacket and school bag and turned back to face a very confused John.

"I'm sorry but I need to go. I have this-"

"Hey, don't worry about it, Paul. Meet you here tomorrow, say . . . 2pm, okay?"

I thought about it for a moment and nodded. That was alright time for me. It was a Saturday so I wouldn't have any classes to bother me about anything. Why not?

"Alright, see you then," I called, waving to both John and Tadashi then going outside and running to my car. I started it up and quite possibly went over the speed limit a couple of times . . . but let's keep that to ourselves. It's the holidays after all.

I stopped by the store to get some jelly babies and a new book of great songs with sheet music. At the same store, of course. Really, what a lifesaver.

I got to the apartment building and got my bags, rushing up the steps like a possible mad man. Thank goodness no one saw me then.

Getting to my door, I pulled out my keys to the apartment and opened the door. Home sweet home.

"Paulie! Did you get my jelly-"

"Yes, I got your jelly bellies and something else too."

I didn't even have time to get a few feet into the apartment before a quick ball of boy came straight at me.

"You got me new music sheets! Thank you so much for this!" George then gave me a quick hug and let go just as quickly and gave me a glare. "But you came home late. And you're going to need to give me a very good explanation why."

Yup . . . home sweet home.

A/N: Did you like it? Do you want a blueberry scone? Did you not like it and want a peppermint mocha (or whatever . . . I forgot. XD) just to spite John? If you noticed, I put in Tadashi from Big Hero 6! Why not? He was loveable enough to put in. Anyways, George will be a year and a few months younger than Paul so he will be a junoir instead of a senior . . . or something and so this story will make some sense. See ya later guys!

Edit 15/07/16: I changed it from Starbucks to Little Ritchie's because I wanted some originality that Starbucks doesn't give. Sorry to the Starbucks lovers!