I wake up, my arms and legs intertwined with Paul's. I look at his sleepy face. He really is beautiful, the way he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Thank god it's a Saturday. No school. My body aches horribly from yesterday. The flashbacks in my mind are overwhelming. That sweaty disgusting face keeps popping up into my head. I tap Paul. He won't wake up. I kind of kiddie smack him in the face saying "wake up hun" he grumbles a bit, and smiles. He opens up his eyes. "Hello beautiful" he says caressing my hair. I get up. "Im going to take a shower," I say. Good thing I have a bathroom in my room. I get in, and take a nice hot shower, trying to cleanse myself of the terrifying memories of yesterday. I get out of the shower, wrapped in my towel. I walk into my room, and he's standing out the window. He looks over at me, and his jaw drops. "You are absolutely perfect, Juliette, and I love you." I walk over to him, noticing he only has his boxers on. He gives me an Eskimo kiss, and walks into my bathroom to take a shower. As he's in, I go to pick up his pants and start to fold them. I feel something crumpling in his pocket, so I take it out. I open it and read it:
Dear lovely Juliette,
I don't know if I will ever give you this piece of paper. I'm just writing this to, I guess, express my feelings. If I can describe you in ten words, they would be beautiful, perfect, amazing, talented, friendly, down-to-earth, breathe-taking, mind-blowing, eye-gazing piece-of-work. It sounds stupid, but it's true. I love you Juliette, you make me the happiest man in the world, never change my love. I could hold you in my arms forever. You make me feel free. My heart beats for you, and your heart beats for me. They beat in sync, which represents our everlasting love for each other. I will marry you one day, when the time is right. And at the perfect moment, I will get down on one knee all for you to spend the rest of your life with the one who truly loves you,
Love
James Paul McCartney.
I quickly shove the note back in his pocket. A happy tear drips down my face. I've never read something so beautiful in my life. I'm I living a dream? Rethinking of what happened yesterday, I suppose not. But Paul makes me forget all the bad moments. Right now I've never loved him so much in my life. When Paul comes out wrapped in a towel two, my eyes brighten. He has the nicest body, he is so handsome with his hair messed up and wet. Something's racing trough my mind right now, I don't know what Im thinking. I want to make love to Paul. I want to go all the way with him, the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I go over to him and I drop my towel to the floor. I lean in slowly and kiss him. He grabs me in, and carries me on the bed. "Are you sure?" He says in a soft voice. "I was saving it for you all along, Paul. It was all for you, and now feels like the right time. I love you Paul, and I'm sure." He smiles.
****WASNT THAT FREAKING AMAZING?! Well sorry it was short, but I thought this was pretty damn good!**
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Tomorrow Couldn't Come Any Faster
FanfictionJuliette is in high school, and soon befriends girl-magnet Paul McCartney. Soon they learn their feelings for each other, though a secret has their relationship struggling.