Imagine you're walking down the hall way of your high school in Liverpool England, when you hear a voice shouting from behind you.
“Hey! Maya!” A deep recognizable voice called to you.
You spun around to see who was calling you. Your boyfriend Paul McCartney was running to catch up with you, his leather jacket hanging over his shoulder, and his short black hair flutter in the wind. He had his guitar slung over his shoulder, and his school books in his other hand, as he struggled to run, and keep both from falling.
“Paul!” you grin and run to him. “Where have you been all day?” both of you stop running as you meet up, and start walking together. “I haven't seen you in any of our classes..” You frown and look up at him.
“oh.. uh... I...” He looked at the ground and shifted his guitar on his shoulder. “what have I missed?” He quickly changed the subject. You shook your head and ignored his question.
“Paul... please tell me?” You frown and look up at him pleadingly. He sighed and shook his head, still looking at the ground. “Paul...” you stared up at him, the faint smell of smoke lingering on his jacket. Paul didn't usually smoke, he may look like a teddy boy, but he certainly didn't act like one. He didn't even drink at parties. “Have... Have you been smoking??” You look at him in shock.
He looked back at you, his eyes wide. “Maya... I.. I just started...”
“You? Smoke?” You laughed. “Where were you smoking? Who with?” you smirked and looked at him.
“Uh... With a mate of mine behind the school.. His name is John..” He looked back at the ground.
“Macca!” Somebody shouted from an empty class room. Paul spun on his heels to see who was calling him. There, peaking out from behind a door, was none other than the trouble maker known as John Lennon.
“John!” Paul looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you behind him, into the class room.
“Who's the bird?” John looked you up and down, suspiciously.
“She's me girlfriend, Maya.” Paul wrapped his arm around you possessively, and pulled you close to him. John just shrugged and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, then offering one to Paul. Paul looked at you out of the corner of his eye for a second to see how you would react, then looked back to John, taking one and lighting it, then taking a drag.
The three of you just stood there in silence, as Paul and John smoked their fags, staring at the wall.
“Macca, entertain yer girl. She looks bored.” John smirked and broke the silence.
Paul Blushed and looked at you, then back to John.
“Go on then, kiss her!” John grinned and sat on one of the desks, taking another drag.
Paul had only kissed you once, and that was at Christmas under the mistletoe. Other than that, your relationship had been pretty innocent, even though you had been dating for almost a year now. Despite Paul's pleads, you always turned away, thinking that if you even kissed him, that he would get bored of you and just leave you.
You blushed and look around the room, pretending that you didn't hear what John was saying, hoping things wouldn't get awkward. You looked back up at Paul again, just for a split second, to try and change the subject, when he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. You blushed deeply, and kissed him back. Your first kiss with him had only been a peck on the lips, but this, was completely different. Without breaking the kiss, he picked you up and put you on one of the desks, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could taste the ashes and smoke from his cigarette, as he slid his tongue into your mouth, tilting his head, and pulling you closer.
You were practically in a daze, completely unaware of everything around you, only paying attention to Paul.
“Ah that's enough you two!” John reached his foot out, and kicked Paul lightly in the back to get his attention. Paul pulled away from you, blushing like mad. “If I knew that was gonna happen, I wouldn't have suggested it!” John grumbled and took another drag.
Paul sat on the desk next to you, grinning like an idiot, as he looked over at you. You looked back at him, smirking slightly, and reached your hand out, taking his in yours, and holding it tightly. “I love you” Paul whispered to you, still grinning.
“I love you too..” You smiled widely, and looked at him fondly.
The End!
