A Better Life (Beatles)

Chapter 2

"Mom, I'm sorry I forgot! But I cleaned everything except for-"

I was cut off by her punching me repeatedly. 

I tried to escape, but it was no use. It was once she was done that I was able to run out of the house, crying.

"You idiot! Never come crying back to me!"

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I woke up abruptly, hugging my memory foam pillow. I was curled up in a ball, tears forming a puddle in my pillow. 

Once I decided to stop moping, I got up and limped over to the kitchen, where Paul just happened to be. He had a cup of coffee in one hand, and a newspaper in the other.

"Morning." He said without emotion, not taking his eyes off of the paper.

"Morning." I replied, my voice cracking. He looked up at me, the smile on his face vanishing.

"What's wrong?" He asked sympathetically.

"Just a bad dream." I sighed.

He slowly stood up from his chair and walked over to me, never breaking eye contact. He looked into my red, puffy eyes and at my tear stained cheeks.

"I shouldn't do this..." He said, wiping away the tears.

"Do what?" I asked, my sadness being replaced with confusion.

"I hardly even know you." He said, more to himself.

"Do you mean letting me stay here? I'll leave." I said sadly. It was just another let down added to the list.

"No, this." Paul said as he leaned his head in slowly.

"Paul, no!" I exclaimed before he even had the chance to close his eyes. I jumped away and limped over to my room.

Paul's POV

After Tiffany left I just stood there in shock.

I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't stop myself. 

Ringo walked into the kitchen, and stopped in his tracks once he saw me staring blankly at the floor.

"What's on your mind Macca?" He asked.

"Tiffany..." I sighed, looking at my bare feet.

"I stupidly tried to kiss her. I should've known better. She probably hates me now. Why do I even like her? I met her yesterday." I said, angry at myself. 

"Don't think like that! Without you she would be shivering on the streets! She is definitely willing to date someone like you! Just maybe not right now." He exclaimed, making me smile.

"Thanks Rings." With that, I walked off to Tiff's room.

"I said maybe not right now..." Ringo's voice trailed off the farther I got from him.

Tiffany's POV

I lied on my bed, crying into my pillow for the second already time that day.

I heard the door to my room open, and I looked up to see Paul standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry..." He said quickly.

"It's okay." I told him, sitting up and patting the space next to me on the bed. He carefully walked over and sat next to me.

"I won't try to do that again." He said sadly.