Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster

Chapter 5

I wake up, and I'm just happy. Yesterday, with Paul, was just the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. But a few simple questions. Why me? Out of all those girls? I don't know, but something just seemed, right, ya know? I get out of bed and head to my closet, like everyday. Today is the first day that I'm with Paul. As a boyfriend. This means that I have to wear something nice. I pick out the most prettiest dress I have. It is flowy, and black. I slip on some flats, but on my makeup and I decide to straighten my hair. I rush downstairs, and see my dad. "Hey sweetie," he says to me. "Hi daddy. I'm gonna leave early today, I'm supposed to meet Paul earlier at the bus stop. See you tonight love you," and I run out the door. I start walking towards Paul. He has a leather jacket on, and boy is he hot! I walk over to him, and he kisses me on the cheek and wraps his arm around my waist. Wow, he knows how to make girls insane! "Hello, beautiful." He says, grinning. "Hello handsome," I reply, mimicking his voice. He chuckles a bit, that really cute chuckle.
The bus gets here, and he lets me get in first. He plops down next to me, and he grabs by hand. I look over at his stunning yet innocent face, and blow him a kiss jokingly. "Why fake it when it could be real..." He says quietly, and leans in to give me a deep kiss. "And you have the most beautiful hair, Juliette, you are so gorgeous. You could wear a paper bag and still be beautiful," he laughs and so do I. His words to me are so enchanting, and I just want to scream out to the world that he's mine. All mine. We get off the bus, and a girl walks over. Not too pretty. "Hey paulie, I was wondering why you didn't call me last night," she says, looking at me. Wow. Did she just really say that? What a bitch! I feel some anger towards Paul, but then he says, "because I was with my one and only beautiful GIRLFRIEND. Now, do you mind?" And walks off dragging me with him. "Paulie!?" I say, making fun of him. He giggles for minutes as we walk to art class together. "Paul?" "Yes, love?" "I love your smile, you should do it more often." I say. His smile is just unbelievably sexy. And the way he flips his hair, oh god, I sure am lucky. "Juliette, as long as I see your perfect face I will smile every day." He says, and we take our seats. Did he just call me perfect? I guess so. But he's the perfect one. With those light eyes of his, and his soft hair the smell of coconuts. "You know you are perfect, right?" He says, reassuring me. "Well, that's what you think, paulie!" I laugh, and he smirks at my half ass remark. The teacher gives us a creative assignment, to write poetry. So I decide I should write about. Maybe how it feels to be in the ocean, just underwater.

September 28th, 1956
Juliette Palmer
Creative writing assignment

Diving is my freedom,
away from the earth's reality of imperfections
I feel weightless,
The water lifting me of my pain
The bubbles remind me of a personality
I once had as a perfect child
The taste of salt
Waking me up, refreshing me
Nothing can be better when you're free
Nothing can be better when you're swimming in open water
Oxygen is not needed for a minute or so
In that minute
I'm at a state where meditation
Can't come as close to being calm
As the freedom of diving.

I wonder what Paul is writing. That would be cool if he wrote about me, ya know, with how romantic he is and everything. But what ever. Class is almost over, and Paul is holding his pen tight and writing on the paper. Boy he must be thinking hard of something. He smiles, and stops. I think he's finished. "What did you write about?" I say to him. "On the count of three, we switch papers and read each others. One... Two... Three!" We quickly snatch each others papers.

September 28th, 1956
James Paul McCartney
Creative writing assignment

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
Cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands
If I give my heart to you
I must be sure from the very start
That you would love me
More than her

Wow. Is this about me? Or is he writing another one of his beautiful love songs? Guess ill found out sooner or later. He is still reading mine, and I just gratefully stare at him focusing on my writing. Now he is staring at me. "Juliette, the more I spend time with you, the more I learn about you. And this, Juliette, really is beautifully written. You are so talented. Did you like mine?" "I loved it! Is it a song?" "I hope so." The bell rings and I walk out the door to my next class.