A/N: Yes! I did it! I feel accomplished . . . Well, let's get on to the important stuff and that is the wonder reviewers who were ready to laugh last time! The award goes to . . . Macca40! PurlyandGirly! ThisBirdHasFlown and MaccaandGeorgie! Accept your award to the right. Now to the main event, Macca's B-day! Enjoy!

My apartment was filled with barking and loud, random meows. And this was all John's fault. I think he decided that for my birthday, my gift should be a pet induced headache.

Since we were going out to the beach, John thought it'd be a good idea for Tim to come and experience the beach. I was sadly thinking about the same thing about Martha.

"John, he's a cat! Cats don't like going outside," I shouted from my room, putting on the bathing suit Pattie just 'had' to get us. After she saw our new haircuts, she instantly started rambling about ideas.

With the last final snip on Ringo's hair, Nino called Pattie in to see what we had kept as a surprise. She walked in with her eyes closed-Nino guided her the whole way-and only opened them when she was standing right in front of us.

"OMG! You guys look like a barber quartet!" Pattie squealed. She brought out her phone in less than a second, snapping pictures of us for Instagram for all we know.

"Why thank you. I do my best to be an individual," John sarcastically said mostly to himself. Pattie went on as if she didn't hear him, now scrolling through her phone.

"I was thinking, you guys look like people from the Sixties thing on CNN." Okay, I'm flattered . . . continue. "So I looked at all the weird but cool bathing suits back then and here are these great ones for you guys! It's of Victorian Edwardian style so it's basically an onesie with stripes and it's also got this great hat to go with it. You guys will be matching too!"

"Sounds great, Pattie. Are you sure you don't want to be a fashion designer instead?" George asked with a smirk on his face. He pulled her in for a hug, looking over her shoulder to see what she was looking at on her phone.

"Yeah, I'm very sure. Plus I found one of these cute ones for girls that I could spice up with one of those lacy parasols and the funny hats-"

John stopped her right in the middle of her fashion monologue with a big gasp and wide eyes to match.

"There's the big broom! That's it, Paul's car is now officially the TARDIS!" John shouted. He started jumping up and down like the fanboy he most likely was on the inside, his moptop shaking all the while.

"Why do you think I found Tim outside then? If he didn't like the outside so much, he would have been hiding inside. He doesn't seem to mind it when Mimi takes him out every once in a while," John shouted back, probably egging on the 'playing around' Martha and Tim were doing.

"You do realize that she doesn't watch-you know what, forget what I just said," Ringo mumbled. At least I thought he was mumbling because the stupid swimsuit wouldn't go past my head, not letting me hear much of anything. Oh wait . . . it has buttons.

With that sudden revelation, putting that on was much easier. Getting the sunscreen on the way out of my room and putting it in the picnic basket, I was tackled by Martha the second I got the door opened.

"Martha! I told you not to do that! You probably hurt Tim!" John practically shrieked, running over to pick up the obviously unfazed cat that was sitting on Martha's back.

"Hello? Obviously injured person laying on the ground," I muttered as Martha still wouldn't get off of my stomach.

"Well . . . my hands are full with Tim . . . Good luck!" he hurried and slunk out of the room just as quickly.

The sheepdog proved that she didn't want to get up for anything. She continuously licked at my face if I even tried to lift my arms to move her, giving me a very wet face and an overly confident Martha.

A shadow came over the two of us and not to soon after, the sound of humored irritation. Pattie kneeled down, twirling her umbrella-or a parasol, whatever she called that lacy thing-along with laughing the whole while.

"Do you need help?" she asked between girly fits of laughter. I nodded helplessly, which Martha took as a sign of trying to go away and gave me another slobbery kiss.

Again, Pattie laughed at the predicament. Trying as hard as she could, she picked Martha up from my stomach, giving me a chance to actually breathe.

Instead of thanking her, I dramatically scrambled to my feet to make sure that wouldn't happen again. She instantly came over and started pawing at my legs, ready to start the cycle all over again.

"Paul! Are you ready yet? I know it's your birthday and all but I really want to go to the beach," Buddy moaned, sticking out like a sour thumb since he was the only one in regular swimming trunks.

"Wait . . . do we have-" I tried to say but Ringo opened the door and started to push me out immediately.

"We'll get upset about not having something later, right now you need to calm down because this is your birthday," Ringo said calmly, leading me on the way out.

I sighed but listened anyways. If I get sunburn, the blame goes straight to Ringo.

"We're going to the TARDIS, the TARDIS, the TARDIS," John sang quietly. Tim purred in his arms as if in agreement. "We're going to the TARDIS to get some rays."

"John, are you sure you're okay? You sound a bit off," George asked warily, shoving the sunglasses on Pattie's face farther up the bridge of her nose. Apparently, it was some sort of sign of cute mushy teenage love because they looked like they were going to make out in the hallway.

So gross on so many levels.

"Of course I'm fine! Never been better!" John argued, moving faster to get to 'the TARDIS' and to the beach.

We filed into the car with no time wasted, making me feel like we left something behind. With Ringo driving the car and I was sitting right next to him, it gave me no chance to ask since he already said once that I couldn't get 'upset' about not having something. It's not being upset or worried . . . it's just wanting to have everything where it's supposed to be.

"How long is it supposed to take to get there?" Ringo asked quietly, not bothering to pull out his phone as he started the car.

"About twenty minutes, I think," I mumbled with a dejected sign. The streets of Boston were looking far more exciting than the inside of the car right now.

Not too soon after my response, we fell into a rather comfortable silence. I closed my eyes, ready to maybe get a short nap since George woke me up at 8 am.

Until there was giggling. And even more giggling.

"Why did we get stuck with these two? They act like they've been on laughing gas . . . What did you do to the Georgie that I know, Paul?" Buddy probed. Those two still continued to giggle their heads off as if they didn't hear a word Buddy said. They probably didn't.

"I sent him to his demise at a driver's test and brought a stunt double that went through plastic surgery to look like George," I sarcastically said.

"That's not the way to do it! It's always a plane crash, then no one will know," John lightly thought out loud. Even Pattie and George stopped laughing.

"Are you sure you're okay, John? You sound a bit like a crazed killer now," Ringo spoke into the emptiness.

"That hurt . . . well it would if I cared about what the world thought. Can we go out to the beach now?"

Wait, we were already at the beach? Who knew that having awkward conversations and irritating teenage giggling made time fly?

With the unanimous silent agreement of wanting to go outside, everyone pilled out but me.

"Paul, didn't you hear? We're at the beach now, you can get out now," Buddy said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"We forgot the picnic basket. It had basically everything," I whispered as I frantically continued to look for the thing I knew was gone. "Ringo, I think I've got a valid reason to get upset."

Ringo started to walk faster, even pulling Buddy and the rest to make sure no one heard the rest of my worrying. I forgot to bring my wallet too . . .

"Paul! We have this all under control! Just follow us! Calm down for once," John shouted, leaving Martha and I behind.

I sat in the car for a few more seconds, thinking about how I should have stayed in bed even though George woke me up with a blue doughnut. Maybe, if I had more sleep, I would have remembered all that stuff.

And maybe I would have remembered that I left the window down, letting Martha bark at the random stranger that passed by. I opened the door quickly but not forgetting to put Martha on her leash.

"I'm so sorry about that! I don't know what came over Martha," I apologized profusely. The girl laughed, shaking her head and causing her red hair to shake with the movement.

"It's alright, no need to worry," she said sweetly, defusing whatever problems that were hanging in the air. "My name is Jane, what's yours?" After asking, Jane gave me a smile that I felt I remembered somewhere. But it was really fuzzy and distant for me to get a real pinpoint on it.

"I'm Paul. Have we met anywhere because you seem familiar."

She gave a laugh that was the right amount of sweet and sarcasm. It quickly brought a smile to my face and Martha was soon forgotten.

"I don't think so. Not unless you stay up late at night and watch horrible ads."

An eyebrow of mine popped up, her mouth twitched. Finally, a smile got to her lips.

"So you're an actress? Still doesn't add up."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, but it was all for show since that smile still stayed.

"I'm starting my career out here in Boston. Wow Paul, you sure are a man of many questions. Maybe you should become a reporter and use all those questions in an interview."

I stroked my chin-that had not a sign of facial hair-sending her into a fit of laughter.

"I think my first question would be, why are you not in California if you want to start your career?"

"Family stuff. They need me here and all. Especially my mom, don't want to leave her alone with the boys."

Martha strained to move forward, practically acting as if she were attracted to something on the beach. I had no choice but to follow this adorable attention seeking dog, abruptly ending a good conversation.

Lucky for me, Jane followed right behind until she quickly caught up. Must be the birthday magic working for me.

So we continued to walk across the beach, talking about family, friends and what we wanted to be later on in life. All Jane wanted me to do was ask questions. I finally asked-after other questions like what was her what was her favorite fruit-why she continuously wanted me to do that. She laughed softly, almost in a shy sort of way.

"It's because you look so cute when you try to think up something and then get the courage to say it."

To say that a blush didn't come to my face was an understatement. I quickly started to move away so she wouldn't be able to see it, since it would be pretty awkward to be caught blushing at someone you just met.

"And here I was about to ask you if we can meet up again. I guess I can just be on my way-"

"Hey, wait up!" Jane shouted, a laugh ever present in her voice. "I'd actually want to go sometime."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Seriously? This nice actress wanted to go out with me? The end of the world must be pretty close if this is happening.

"I'll give you my number and you'll give me mine, so maybe we could find a good date. Y'know, to go around your busy life of auditions and all."

She shook her head, getting out her phone while murmuring something about me having a wild sense of humor. Well, she hasn't seen John yet so I guess I'll let it slide.

Martha started barking out of nowhere, breaking us out of our deep conversation. I turned around to see what the problem was and instead saw it was actually a who rather than a what. A who covered in scratches that had to be from a cat's claws.

"There you are! We've been looking for you everywhere! Hey, who's the lucky lady you have there, Macca?" John asked with a smirk on his face. That instantly turned into a frown, probably because of the scratches.

"She's Jane, an actress starting out in Boston," I answered for Jane. The redhead simply smiled and looked down. John waved none the less. "John, there are slushies over by the water fountains, you can get some."

"There are? What are we doing here then? Let's go!" And with that, John pulled Martha and I away from the start of a rather good birthday. At least this great start wouldn't end in tears.

Hopefully it won't.

A/N: And there it is! It actually came out longer than I expected since I added to it today and all but it's still weird so that works. The long anticipated baseball chapter will come up and it'll be long-ish (hopefully). But for now, please take the time to review or just post to the whole world that Macca's a year older if you haven't already. Ciao darlings!