All You Need Is Love

Blushing Belle Michelle

YEAR: 1957

"Well, that was, interesting," Paul laughed.
"It was, does he go to our school?" I asked.
"I think he's a junior."
"Ah. He's kinda cute, but not as cute as you Paulie," I gave him a smile; he started blushing.
"So, are ye free tomorrow love?"
"I believe so."
"Good, let me take ye on a proper date. Tomorrow at 5 o'clock."
"Do I have to dress nice?"
"Dress however you want love," he gave me a smile and I gave him one back.
"So, where will ye be taking me?"
"How 'bout here?"
"Alright."
"Sorry love, its all I can afford."
"I wouldn't care if we ate dinner in the street, as long as I'm with you," I blushed.
"Well, its gettin late, I should get ye home." Paul and I payed and we began walking back to my crappy little home in Liverpool. "Well, se ye tomorrow."
"Bye, and ta," I giggled; he turned back at me and laughed.
"Bye love, and thanks for the guitar."

"Ooh Michelle's got a boyfriend," Jude stopped at thought for a minute, "damn I want a boyfriend."
"Well its yer lucky day. I met a nice girl at the shop at she said that her brother is friends with a cute freshman."
Jude gasped with excitement, "YE PUT A GOOD WORD IN FOR ME RIGHT?"
"Ye don't deserve it, but yeah, I did."
"AH! I'm so excited for school now!"
"His name is George."
"Oh my gosh! I love that name!"
"Girls, what is going on, why are ya bein so loud?"
"Oh that's right its past 5 o'clock, yer drunk."
"What was that Michelle?"
"Nothin mum."
"WHAT WAS IT YE LITTLE SLUT?" She struck me across the face. Jude stepped toward me to help me off the floor but mother stopped her.
"JUDE IF YE HELP HER UP ILL SLAP YE TOO!" Jude stepped back, but she never took her eyes off me. I eventually managed to stand back up. "Go to yer rooms!"
"Yes mum." Jude and I spoke in unison.

As soon as we arrived upstairs Jude came to my side.
"Sorry I teased ye."
"Its alright, yer my sister, that's what yer suppose to do," I sighed as Jude flashed me a smile.
"So...Paul..."
"What about him?"
"Are ye two like together now or what?"
"Yeah, I guess. We're going out tomorrow."
"Oooh. Where are ye two goin?"
"A diner?"
"A diner? Really? That's the best he could do?"
"He doesn't have a lot of money, and neither do we so shut yer mouth! We actually went to the diner today after goin to the shop, it was rather nice. Well other than this one kid."
"What was he like. Was he cute?"
"He was gorgeous, but kind of a slut. He walked up to me, seeing that I was with someone else and asked me what rock n roll is about."
"And?"
"He replied with sex."
"PAUL?"
"No! The kid."
"What was his name?"
"John."
"Ah."
"Jude, stay away from him, he's no good."
"Why do ye say that?"
"Cause he seems like the kind of kid that'll fuck anythin in sight."
Jude began to laugh at my comment.
"So what are ye gonna do about the bruise on yer face? Ye got no hair to cover it."
"I've got hair!"
"Well its not long!"
"Fuck off Jude," I nudged her in the shoulder.
"So?"
"I don't know, she didn't slap me that hard. Hopefully it won't be that bad tomorrow, and if it is, I'll just wear some blush. It's no big deal."
"What ye gonna wear?"
"One of my halter dresses."
"Oh those are nice!"
"That's why I bought them," we both laughed.
"Well, Michelle, tomorrow you'll be one blushing belle."
"Shut up!"
"So the girl at the shop. What was her name?"
"Lucy."
"Was she pretty?"
"Why do ye care?"
"Cause George has seem her before-"
"And you want ta know if you'll be good enough?"
"EXACTLY!"
"Well, she was tall, she had dark brown hair, it was curly, it looked like she used curlers though, so she probably has straight hair, um...she wore ripped jeans, and a cut up shirt. Her skin was perfect, she had some light make up on, and yeah, that's about it."
"So she's a rocker?"
"Yeah why?"
"IM A MOD! GEORGE IS PROBABLY A ROCKER! HE WOULD NEVER LIKE SOMEONE LIKE ME!"
"Jude calm down, ye don't know that! Maybe he likes mods," I gave her a wink and she calmed down. "Just look at me and Paul, he's a mod and Im a rocker."
"Actually I think yer a mocker."
"Yeah you're right," we both laughed again. "Its gettin late, we should probably go to bed Jude."
"Yeah, yer probably right."
"See ye tomorrow."
"Night."
"Night."
"Oh and Jude," I called out to her before she walked out of my room.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck with George tomorrow."