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

Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up rapidly to hear a large truck beeping repeatedly. I dragged myself out of bed, and threw a robe on. I walked to my bathroom, brushed my hair and teeth, and finally walked outside to find a truck unloading fancy furniture to the flat next-door.
Don't tell me he's already moving in.

I groaned, thinking about being his neighbor. He could have large parties at his home, distracting me from my writing. Or he could have the band over, and they would be rehearsing all night, being loud and obnoxious. What a great way to make friends with your neighbor.

"Good morning, Amber!" Paul jogged up to my front porch, a smile so darling you couldn't look away.

"Morning to you too, Paul. Why are you moving in so...early?" I asked trying to seem un annoyed.

"I kinda need to find a place to stay pretty soon. I can't stay at my dad's forever," he smiled.

"What about Jane? Haven't you two been living together?" I asked.

He hesitated to answer. He looked around our surroundings for a bit, and tried to think of a way to change the subject. He just couldn't. "Well Jane and I...we aren't really together anymore,"

"Oh, I'm sorry for asking." I felt really awkward afterward.

"It's alright, you didn't know," he smiled, and put his hand over mine.

I looked down at his hand that was holding the top of mine, and noticed goosebumps flow through my arm. It was a strange feeling. I pulled my arm away quickly.

Paul saw my goosebumps, and chuckled. "Uh, are you cold, love?"

I couldn't tell him why my body truly showed the goosebumps, "Yeah, it's pretty cold today, isn't?"

He pretended to shiver, "Icy."

I rolled my eyes, "Try not to make too much of a commotion, alright?"

He smiled, "I will try, for you."

I knew what he was doing, and I'm not going to fall for it. I walked back inside to shower and get dressed for the day.

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I threw my blouse on, and waited for my hair to dry on my bed. Hours had gone by and this guy's still got movers out there keeping me distracted. Luckily I keep my notebook with me wherever I go, in case I get inspired by something around me, I can write it instantly so I without forgetting it. I thought and thought, and added a couple paragraphs to my latest piece. I re-read the first chapter, then heard a knock on my door. I groaned, and set the notebook down on my bed.

I walked over to my door, and opened it, only to see his face again.

"Hello, Paul," I forcefully smiled.

He smiled, very cheekily, too. "Hello, darling Amber," he had his hands behind his back.

"What brings you here?" I asked, trying so hard not to run back into my house and try forget he was there.

He raised and eyebrow, "Well, I was just about done moving in, and it's Friday, and I was thinking about--"

"A house warming party?" I cut him off. I knew he was going to have one sooner or later.

"Yes, exactly! And I was, you know, wondering if you ... wanted to come?" He asked. He seemed a little nervous and shaky for some reason. That couldn't have been for me because he has the girls piling up on him, and his confidence around women must be off the charts.

I thought about it. I really didn't want to go to a party full of people I didn't know. Especially drunkards and celebrities. I seem crazy to turn him down, but think about this: I am a very independent person. I've never been to a party. And I just don't enjoy ... people. They don't understand how I am sometimes.