"Ally, what the bloody hell?!" I screamed to her. She still had this satisfied expression in her face.

  "Elizabeth! you'll wake them," Ally half-whispered, half-shouted after shushing me. I put on my best annoyed expression and snapped.

  "Don't you call me that, you know I hate it. And what did you do last night?!" 

  "Do you really want me to tell you what I did tonight?" she answered in a joking manner.

  "No! Ally, just explain yourself, please," I said, rather embarrassed at the fact that my best friend might had just got laid by one of the boys who were living here. She didn't even know them that much, what if this turned out weird and she wouldn't be able to come around anymore?

  "Okay, do you remember I told you about that crush I had on George?"

  "YOU FUCKED GEORGE?"

  "Shhh! Lizzy, please!" she pleaded for me to lower my voice since the boys were only some metres away from us, sleeping.

  "Hey, listen: after you went to sleep last night, John and Ringo went who knows where and Paul went to sleep with you," she explained, "so George and I were alone and we already had had some drinks and we drank a little bit more.." I looked at her, concerned, "and don't worry; we weren't that drunk, but it was kinda enough to get us all giddy and well, he started to get really touchy and kissing my neck and stuff," my face was burning from the inside, "and then we took it to his room as there was nobody there and I can't remember much more."

  "Ally, oh my God!" I said, holding my breath.

  "Yeah, so I woke up today next to him in his bed and well, I got up and came here 'cause I didn't know what to do and sorry, I am so stupid," she looked helpless.

  "Okay just, calm down and we'll figure it out, okay? You just have to act naturally."

  "Yes, you're right okay." 

  "Okay, did John and Ringo come back last night? Do you remember that?"

  "Well yes they were actually asleep in the same single bed since George and I took the queen size one last night," she said, trying not to laugh.

  I remembered we'd already taken away the one I prepared as Paul was sleeping with me.

  "John and Ringo in a single bed??" I started to laugh at the idea of John snoring in Ringo's ear.

  "Yes you should have seen that! They were still asleep when I came here, you could go take a look."

  My eyes widened. I had to take a photograph of this, so I searched for the camera my mum had lent me and forgot to ask for again and sneaked into the boy's room.

  Ally was right; John and Ringo were sharing the same little bed. Ringo's legs were tangled with John's and it was the cutest thing to see, so I took a picture and ran out of there. When I was there, I also noticed George, spread all over the big bed. What a night you've had, lad.

  I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, I mean I'm happy for Ally, since this is kind of her dream, but George is the guy I'd known all this years through cards and letters, though we don't have the same relationship anymore, and now I'm with Paul and I couldn't be any happier. So I'd better just be happy for them too.

 When I came back to the kitchen, Ally offered me some coffee and I accepted with a grin.

  "So... tonight was fun?" I asked her, wanting to know some details and if possible, embarrass her a bit.

  "Yes.. it was," she giggled this time.

  "If some girly magazine comes to interview you about 'how a Beatle is in bed', what would you tell them?"

 Ally reddened, "Lizzy!" she gently hit me in the arm.

  I chuckled and went on, "okay, okay, sorry. But if you had to rate George on a scale from 1 to 10, what would it be?"

  She laughed and answered me "I don't know, you'll have to tell me first about Paul"

  I was the one to blush this time, "Paul and I, well... we haven't had sex yet." 

  "You haven't?!" you know, I wouldn't say Ally is a slut, but she ain't slow in that part of the game, if you know what I mean.

  "Urm no, every night we are either really tired, I have to work or we are on the roof," she looked at me, confused.

  "And do you want to?" she asked me.

  "Well yes, I um, I am crazy about him. Every night when I wake up in middle of the night and he is there holding me tight, I think that I can be safe with him, I feel like he can't do me no wrong."

  "Then what are you waiting for?"

  "I don't know, I'd like for my feelings for him to be sure, I want to love him before I do that. If he ever lays a hand on me, I'd like to be sure it's 'cause he loves me," I breathed deeply and then went on, "but then I don't know how long we're gonna last without doing it and him sleeping in the same bed as me."

  "Lizzy, you're such a nun," Ally joked and started to laugh.

  "It is not funny, you dumbo, this stuff is really important for me!"

  "Okay, Lizzy; if that's what you want, make the boy wait," she shrugged.

  "Then that's a thing I don't wanna do. I don't want to let him feel like I'm such a load and that he has to do stuff to get in my pants."

  After this, I heard footsteps from the corridor. "Good morning ladies," it was Ringo.

  "Hey cutie, how did you sleep?" I asked, remembering the way he and John were this morning. Ally gave a soft smile and blushed, she probably felt embarrassed 'cause of the fact that she and George had had sex in the same room the boys slept in and she was also the reason why they had to sleep together.

  "Oh, I've had better nights," he looked at Ally this time, "if this is gonna be a daily thing, we'd better prepare the other bed again!" Ally coughed up her coffee.

  "Are you okay?" I said, slightly laughing, picturing what was she going through in this moment. 

  Ringo apologized and then she answered "oh it's okay, I'm okay."

  Ringo turned to me, "huh, she sure is," and then he winked at me. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent my hysteric laughter, and failing.

  God, I love this man.

  Through all this I didn't notice the tall boy staring at me from the door frame, "Paul! Paul come in, please, tell us; how are you in this fine morning?" Ally persuaded Paul to talk, so our attention was drawn to something besides her. 

  "Well, urm, I'm pretty tired actually since I didn't sleep much tonight, thanks to all the noise coming from the other room, y'know," Ally bumped her head on the table seeing her plan was not successful and feeling even more embarrassed than before.

  "At least you were not in the room," Ringo commented.

  "You were there?!?!" Ally cried, showing her best face of concern.

  "Sure thing miss, where do you think we'd go when we got here last night? We were tired and needed sleep; of course we couldn't have much of it."

  John later appeared from the hallway, "Yeh, we even thought of asking Lizzy if we could sleep with her in her room, knowing she'd probably say yes," he said, looking at me with a wink. I was the one to blush now.

  John went on, "but we finally decided not to 'cause maybe we'd find the same thing in that room as we found in ours," he continued to serve himself some coffee.

  Half of the people in the room blushed; that was Paul, Ally, and me of course. Some seconds later, a different voice spoke.

  "And that's when you decided to sleep with Ringo, eh John?" George appeared from nowhere. You could feel the tension in the room, you could even cut it with a butter knife. 

  John laughed and Ringo spoke, "ah come on, George! We deserved some fun as well, didn't we Johnny boy?" Ringo looked at John and blew him a quite obvious kiss. To this, we all burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

  George sat next to Ally and enclosed her with his arm. They actually did look pretty nice together.

  I looked at Paul, who was holding his laughter with his fingers rather sassily. He looked at me and took my hand; I let my head rest in his shoulder and felt this warm sensation inside me again. Paul's mouth got near my ear and starting to whisper in it sending shivers through my spine. "Today I'm taking you on a date, miss. Just the two of us." I smiled to myself, though Paul probably could appreciate it and smiled with me. 

  I whispered back at him, "alright, mister; that's fine by me," our smiles were getting closer each time till our teeth crushed together and disappeared into a kiss. I felt so overwhelmed, his little freckles in his eyes producing some on mine. I wished my lips had never touched a pair other than his. I'd never experienced so much joy and happiness.

  I got so entertained with the boys, and especially Paul, I almost forgot about work.

 "Oh my God, I have to be at work in 20 minutes!" I said standing up. "I'll go with ye," Paul said and stood up too.

  "Oh Paul, honey, you don't have to come with me."

  "Oh c'mon, I'll just take you to the door, isn't it like five blocks from here? There's no problem."

  "Are you sure?" I started to search for my keys and all the stuff I needed.

  "Yes," Paul gave me a reassuring smile and so we started to head to the door, but before we did, I couldn't leave without making my best friend feel a little bit more miserable, so I stopped in my tracks and glared at the pair, who were embracing, "you have to be at work by 1pm so I wouldn't be getting too comfortable if I were you," and with that, I winked at her.  I think I was getting into this game of winking.

  Paul and I left the house, hand in hand. There was nobody in the street since it was very early in the morning. We saw the coast and we saw the boats, Paul was sweet, kissing my hand from time to time. I myself may have put his arm around my neck and this lasted till we got to the boutique. "alright m' lady, this is where I have to leave. I'd recommend you to be prepared for this afternoon okay?" I looked down and smiled, then I looked up again and replied, "sure."

  "Good, have a nice shift," he said, grabbing my waist and kissing my lips with the glorious touch of his. It was a small, unique kiss that my memory would archive for the rest of the day. 

  "You'll get more of that later," he said, taking his hands away from me and waving goodbye before disappearing around the corner of the street. I turned around to see Laura looking at me really confusedly and excitedly at the same time.

  "Was... that... him!?"

  "Yes, Laura; now shush and let's get to work, okay?"

  "Oh, my!"

  "Laura! I said shush!"

  "Okay I just, I need some time to recompose myself from this, 'cause I don't know how to even go on with my life anymore," you could tell Laura was a fan, that's why I've kept this a secret from her.

  "Lauuuura help me open okay? I'll tell you everything later."

  After a while, I made her focus a little bit and she even helped me finish a dress I'd been working in for the past few days. It'd be perfect for this afternoon.

  It was a floral dress with a nice brown belt and a white collar. I love collars.

  After several satisfied customers had already came and went, I finally left the place, leaving Laura in charge and hoping she wouldn't set the place on fire or something.

  I got home and Ally and George were still there on the couch, hugging each other and chatting about something. 

  "Hey there," I said aloud. I didn't find anyone else around.

  "Hey!" Ally answered very happily.

  "Girl, I need your help right now, before you're off to work in an hour."

  "What is it?" she asked me.

  "I have this date with Paul and I already have the dress but you have to help me with the shoes, makeup and hair," I was almost on my knees. I was gonna need the most help possible. 

  "Sure, let's go!" she chirped and let go of George.

  She followed me to my room and I started to get dressed while she looked through my shoes.

  We finally decided for a pair of brown shoes with a little heel and soft make up. Ally told me that my hair would look nice loose, so I left it.

Ally had left and I sat down in the kitchen waiting for Paul. Damn, I was hungry. None of the boys were home and I supposed they must had been at the beach.

  After a while Paul appeared with a basket in his hands and went to look for his guitar. He had gotten changed, with a denim shirt and also a pair of jeans. The style would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but for Paul, it just suited him just perfectly.

  "Ready for the afternoon of your life, my love?"