In My Life

Chapter 47

The usual acquaintance of the band went forth, Paul holding back as though not to seem too eager in John's eyes. It was only when they all left he dared moved a muscle from his nonchalant and carefree pose by the bar. 

I couldn't help but crack a smile as he greeted me with his sunny beam, opening his arms wide for me to race into. I pounced with the most energy I'd had all week into his arms, only to be overwhelmed by surges of jubilance throughout my body.

"Who'd have thought a single week could feel so long?" He laughed patting my back.

"You have no idea." I rolled my eyes in jest, retreating from our hug.

Paul then collected two glasses of water from the bar and set them down on a nearby booth in the pub for the two of us to catch up.

It was a dismal and humid pub, but nonetheless a gig for the Quarrymen which was always an upside. They'd played better, but I suppose it was the crowed that mattered, not the environment.

"Anything interesting happen to you this week then?" He flashed me a smile as he took a seat next to me.

I contemplated the traumas only of this week alone, highlighting which stuck out more, and realising how gripping my life would be if documented. It could have made a bloody good television series with all the ups and downs I'd had to tolerate.

I came to the conclusion that it was better Paul was oblivious of what had happened during my date with John from the other night, and better oblivious there was a date all together.

"No not really." I sighed. "The most nail biting experience of my week was snapping my pen in physics. How traumatic!" I laughed lightly, causing his bright smile to stretch. "What about you?"

"Well that's a shame about your pen love." He winked. "But I'm afraid the highlight of my week was seeing you again Sam. I've been looking forward to this, and praying you'd come again. I wasn't too sure after last time." He winced.

"He didn't hurt you did he?" I let out a deep sigh of concern as I lifted his chin slightly to brush my fingers across his neck where I could see if he'd been harmed.

"No no, I'm fine honestly." He chuckled lightly, clasping my hands from his neck into his own. "What about you? He hurt you?"

"Never!" I shot back defensively.

"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't mean to accuse-" Paul began with wide eyes, taken aback by such a forced response.

It was as though I'd protested for John's innocence or something with the harsh tone I'd strained from my mouth.

"I didn't mean to sound so-" I trailed off, shaking my head with a smile. "Never mind."

Paul's tense body language eased, and he presented me with a great smile of relief.

"Alright then." He chirped, taking a swig of his water. "I'd best be off, but if you stick around I'll be sure to catch up with you soon after."

"I'll be right here." I winked, lifting my glass to him with an affirmative nod before taking a sip.

He laughed and blew me a kiss with a wink as he left. I waited until his back was turned, before childishly pretending to catch it and hold it to my chest.