In My Life, I Love You More (The Beatles)

Chapter 1

1966: In Jane's home

"I should have never trusted you!" Jane yelled while flaring her arms all around.

Paul sighed loudly, "Oh don't even pull that with me! Just because you've been with one guy the entire time I'm gone, doesn't make you any better, Jane!" He pointed his finger in her face.

Jane smacked Paul across his face, "Oh shut up! Why do we even stay together anymore?! We never see each other anyway! I'm happier with another man, Paul. One who won't cheat on me," she ran to her bed and cried, waiting for him to react.

"Whatever," Paul spat. "I'm done anyway. I don't need any of you. I can live on my own." He stomped out, and slammed her door.

Jane was shocked Paul finally walked out on her. Jane's usual slap to the face and sobbing episode would always soften Paul up, and he would comfort and forgive her.

Not this time, though. Paul has had just about enough of Jane's lies and betrayal. The way she would play him when he came home, then run back off to the other man she had been seeing for years; he knew all about it. It was just now that he exploded, and was just done with her. And everything about her.

He ran out and drove all the way back to his father's home. Jim let him stay the night, as Paul promised he'd be out and find a flat as soon as possible.

The entire night as he slept, he couldn't stop thinking about how angry he was with Jane. He was also angry at how he let this go on for years. George had been warning him about her for a while, and Paul would shrug it off. Ringo said he caught her at a pub once, with some guy 'tonguing' her down. John kept to himself, but did give Paul advice on how to dump her sweetly. He nudged everyone away when they talked about Jane.

The next morning, he awoke early, and made his father breakfast before leaving. He ran out, piece of toast in his hand, and started driving around town in search of a new home. He didn't want some realtor to freak out when they saw him. So he decided to do it himself.

As he drove on through the small neighborhoods, he finally found a small flat that looked suitable, and wasn't that far from George's own home. It was almost connected to another small flat next the one he had his eyes on. On the other small flat, was a woman, who sat on a chair swing on the porch of the home. She sat in deep thought, with a pen in her mouth, and a notebook at hand. After a few minutes of thinking, she jotted something down into her notebook. Paul took notice of her beauty, and nodded in his own approval.

He got out of his car, trying to make a scene to his soon to be neighbor. The neighborhood was pretty much empty, and the only person in sight was the woman on her porch. As Paul sighed loudly, and shoved his hands into his pockets, he moved his eyes to the woman again, who was now staring at him in confusion.

"Oh, this is such a wonderful flat, eh?" Paul yelled towards her.

She looked at him with another, much kinder, look. "Why yes, it is," then she looked back down to her notebook as if nothing just happened. She didn't just talk to Paul McCartney of The Beatles.

Paul noticed her ignoring him in a way, "I'm actually thinking about buying this here flat," he smiled, waiting for her to burst into tears of utter joy.

She didn't even look back up to meet his eyes again, "Well that's nice. It's been vacant for a while now."

He didn't let her get away from him that easy. He started to approach her, with a big smile on his cheeks, making them puff out in cuteness. "What's your name, love?"

She looked up again, and flinched her head back, wondering why he was even talking to her, "It's Amber. And don't worry about introducing yourself; I already know."

"Ah, Amber. What a wonderful name," he smiled giving her eyes that would have had any girl melting into his arms by now.

"Well that's what my parents thought when they named me," she said casually, re-reading her work.

Paul laughed a little, but showing he thought it was funny. "Ah, um, do you live here?" He pointed to her home.

She looked up finally, and somewhat slammed her notebook down on her lap, "I do, yes. Alone, yes. Anything else you'd like to know, Mr. McCartney?" She said, using total sarcasm. She was holding her head in her arms that rested on her lap at the elbow.

He was aware of her little attitude she had going on, and was determined to make her a happy woman, "I just thought it'd be nice to get to know my neighbor that's all. I suspect you already know me, so could I get to know you?"

She sighed, realizing that she could have been nicer to Paul. She was just used to men bugging and annoying her, just to get into her pants. She assumed that Paul was just being a good guy, and she cooperated with him. "I'm sorry. I was just into my writing, and I kinda get cranky when I'm interrupted." She slightly smiled.

Paul smiled back at her, and tried to look at what she was writing, "So you write? What kind of writing do you do? I'm a writer, you know? A songwriter. Maybe we could help each other out sometime?"

She laughed a little, "I don't songwrite. I write stories. I do write poetry sometimes, but mainly stories. But if you do want, we could shoot ideas to each other sometime," she smiled sweeter to him.

Paul winked at her, "That'd be great. I'd love to. Well, I guess you'll be seeing me a lot, then. I've just now decided to buy this glorious flat!" He spread his arms out to the home. He over emphasized his point, which made Amber laugh a little. He noticed her laughter, and turned his head to her, and smiled in accomplishment. He always knows how to break 'em.

She immediately opened up her notebook, and began to write a lot. Paul tried to get her out of her trance, to say a proper goodbye. He started waving his hands in front of her, and she looked up, "Oh, I'm sorry. Can I help you?" She slightly smiled, but not as great as the last.

He placed his hand on her knee, and said, "Oh, no no. I just wanted to say a proper goodbye, that's all." He smiled.

She lopsided smiled, "Goodbye, Paul. I'll see you soon."

Paul began to walk back to his car, "You will!"

As he drove away, she re-continued to write, and almost forgot that she had a new neighbor moving in soon.