As I knocked my heart raced. The door fastly swung open. A short plump lady with big brown eyes smiled at me. "Grandmother," I said hugging her. "PawPaw," I said waving at him as he was sitting in his chair reading the local newspaper. "Have a nice and safe trip?" she asked fixing us some tea. "Yes, I did." I responded. "Well great, dear. There are some teenagers on our block, you should go out and meet them. Our long time family friends the McCartney's live across the street. They have a son, Paul around your age." I hugged her and went out the door. I went across the street to The McCartney's. I have known Mr. Cartney forever, but I don't recall meeting Paul. Mr. McCartney answered the door with a smile. "Hi Charlette," he greeted me. "Good day Mr. McCartney," I smiled back. "Paul, come down stairs. We have a visitor." After a minute or two, I seen a guy that looked a little older than me with the cutest cheeks. They reminded me of a chipmunk, a cute chipmunk. His dark brown hair sweeped across his forehead, matched his round puppy shaped eyes. He is adorable. I can tell he has many girls after him.
"Hi." I greeted him. "Hello, Ms." he returned the greeting. "It's a nice day, why don't you two go out and do something? Go to the park, it's actually not raining today." He suggested. We walked to park chatting about our different interests and hobbies of ours. I told him I like singing and he does too. He also plays the guitar and loves Rock and Roll music. I could tell that Paul and I were going to be nice friends already. He led me to a bench facing a pond. We sat and chatted some more. He told me he was in a band with three other guys or "Blokes." He was telling me about how they replaced their drummer and the new one has this incredibly large nose. I just laughed. "Well looky here. Paul and a bird." said a guy with a sarcastic tone. "Oh sod off, John." Paul exclaimed. "Manners, McCartney, manners. You could atleast introduce the girl to your bandmates." John said. "Oh come on Paul," said a cute short guy with a ocean blue eyes and the cutest big nose. "Yeah McCartney!" said a younger guy that was tall and slim. He had high amd defined cheekbones with dark brown eyes and a hint of unibrow. He is gorgeous. I caught myself staring at him. "Hi," I replied before Paul could say anything. "Your nose is cute," I told the drummer who smiled. "We have a nice girl here, Paulie?" John said. I blushed. "Nice to meet you, John." I greeted. "John, John Lennon. This lad is Ringo. He pointed at the drummer who still was smiling about my compliment. This here is George. I looked at him. I tried to hide my red cheeks and smiled. Paul looked at me with a weird expression.
