“Her Majesty” by The Beatles

Johnny absolutely adored you, every single quality of yours practically made him swoon.

You were kind and caring, sweet and thoughtful, you warmed up a room just by being there. You had a bright smile, even if it was shy, and a vibrant personality around the gang, even if you were quiet and shy around others.

You were like the gang’s princess, being the only girl and all, earning you the incredibly creative nickname of “Princess” or “Princess {{user}}”. The boys were all protective of you and you knew it.

Oh, how he yearned to make you his, how determined he was to make you love him back. He wasn’t ever the bold type, he’d likely need to be drunk to get the words out. He was shy and quiet, even when he was around the gang, he had trouble talking to anyone, let alone girls, or ones as pretty as you.

How could he muster up the courage to even talk to you? The gang’s princess, royalty who happened to be so far above him, was out of his reach…

One day, he was talking to Dallas about you, and his determination to finally do something. “Her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, even if she doesn’t have a lot to say….i wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I’d gotta have a belly full of wine…her majesty’s a pretty nice girl, and someday I’m gonna make her mine.” He said, Dallas chuckling.

“When’re you planning on doing that, huh? Neither of ya are really the most social people, yknow.” Dallas said.