(some of this isn’t true btw like the date etc)

1967

the beatles. from rowdy skint teenagers playing gigs at hamburg, to four mop-top haircut boys travelling the world with girls screaming each time they saw them, to drug addicted men who were trying to write more songs.

they were still doing good. but they were changing. style wise, personality wise, music wise.. they were just changing as people. and you, being john’s girlfriend since the very start, realised that.

the five of you were currently at paul mccartney’s house after a recording session, high off of lsd and cigarettes. paul and george lay on the sofa, cigarettes lazily resting in between their fingers as they stared up at the ceiling. ringo was on the floor infront of them, fast asleep, and you were laying with your head on john’s chest, beside ringo.

“look what’s on the television.” paul then said, giggling childishly as he watched a stupid little cartoon, his eyes red and half-open.