In My Life

Chapter 66

Sam's POV
I was surprised when I found Paul knocking on my door that morning, bearing nothing but a warming glow and a hug.

After trapping me in his embrace, he requested he took me out for the day, of which I had no objection to; I always had a fun time with Paul.

It was only when we reached the breaches of my front gate that his bright smile dimmed slightly.

"What is it?" I asked him, stroking the side of his hair above his ear.

"I caught John this morning in town." He frowned.

"Oh." I tried my hardest not to sound so eager to know the sort state he was in, despite the burning craving inside. "And how was he?"

"Hung over." His eyes dropped. "Sam, don't even try to act like you don't mind."

"But I don't!" I protested.

"You're a bad liar." He gave me an endearing smirk.

I looked directly into his eyes with a hearty smile, trying my best to figure him out.

"Did you mention us?" I couldn't prevent the question from escaping my lips.

Paul presented me with a look of distress before shamefully nodding.

"I couldn't really tell how he felt about the entire situation, but I can't imagine it wasn't very good. I think we both know he isn't the most optimistic of people." Paul tried to joke, yet remained solemn at the same time.

By this point, we'd left Menlove Avenue altogether, making our way through the labyrinth of neighbouring lanes.
Neither of us said much, instead, enjoyed each other's company hand in hand, occasionally glancing adoring looks to one another. However, the lack of communication between us let my mind ponder.

Throughout all recent conflicts since (from when I remembered beginning) Paul's arrival, it seemed there was always one common factor to provoke argumentation. That one factor seemed to be recklessly tearing the Quarrymen apart by the minute, and unless stopped, may divide or even disband the group completely. It strained the thin relationship between both Paul and John, yet also kept it together.
Was it worth the risk though? Raw and genuine talent like theirs wasn't worth going to waste, no matter how wasted John got.

From all perspectives, I could only see that problem coming in from only one direction; it seemed all fingers were pointed at me.
And something had to be done to fix that I suppose.

"Paul?" I finally cleared my throat.

"Yes?" He smiled admiringly.

"You know that I love you?" I bit my lip. "No matter what happens, remember that. Remember that I love you."

His eyebrows furred to meet in the middle, portraying a puzzled expression.

"Of course." He tried to understand, bending down to kiss my cheek. "And I love you too."