Something | Starrison [✖️]

Chapter two

"Paul, stop. Like seriously, stop."

"But you like him," Paul teased, a shit-eating grin in his lips.

Rachel pursed her lips and playfully slapped Paul in the face. The guy whipped his head in the complete opposite direction and gasped.

"But it's the truth!"

Rachel felt her cheeks grow warm and hugged the pillow on her lap. She felt torn. She buried her face in Macca's floofy pillow and let out a groan.

"He's attractive----"

"You were staring at his hands, Rach."

She looked horrified. "I-I... I wasn't!"

Paul crossed his arms, not believing. Not one bit.

"Liar." He whispered, smirking.

Rachel threw the pillow at Macca's face, hitting him straight in the face.

"No my beautiful face!"

"Beautiful my arse." She muttered under her breathe.

Fuck, maybe she did like George. Her heart went funny and she felt giddy all of the sudden.

"Oooh you are so thinking about him."

Rachel shot him a quick glare. "Am not!"

"You've got pretty eyes."

She really, really liked his accent. Then her mind wandered off again. And what she was thinking wasn't particularly innocent.

"Rachel!"

"What?!"

"What do you think of him?" Paul said, swiping through his Iphone. Rachel rolled her eyes.

He's probably stalking John on Facebook again, she thought.

She sneaked a glance at Paul's phone and he instantly recoiled. He hissed at her, making a cat-like hand-gesture.

"Enough about George, let's talk about John Winston Fucking Lennon." She countered back.

Paul laughed nervously. "Hah, what about him?"

"I can read you like an open book, Macca."

His cherub cheeks went slightly pink. "The man's straight, Rach!"

"Same for George, Paul!" Her mouth suddenly turned into a straight line. "Fuck, why can't I just be normal girl?"

Paul let out a sigh. He crawled over to her (his bed was awfully soft) and pulled her into a hug.

"You are normal, babe." He cooed, running his fingers through her hair. "Why don't you just give it a try? Talk to him, flirt with him, I don't care. Just speak to the man."

"We wouldn't work it out," Rachel sniffed, eyes a bit glassy. She mentally cursed. Why the heck is she getting so emotional about a bloke she just met?

"I'll sock him." Paul made a threatening gesture, making Rachel burst out laughing.

"You're as soft as Martha's fur!"

And on cue, Paul's puppy ran in and jumped on the bed. She barked and Paul picked her up and nuzzled their noses together. Then he started baby-talking to her. It was cute, in a weird human-dog way.

"Come here you cutie," Rachel laughed. Martha yipped happily and wagged her tail before lounging on her. She licked her face ethusiastically.

"I think you're forgetting something, Rachie."