I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

~Chapter 32

I woke up to the sound of George's breathing. I realized that I was holding him really close. I let my arms loose a bit and kept my head where it was, against his chest.

He had his arms around me as well. His hand was on my back, holding me close, while the other was on my waist.

George put his head closer to mine and hugged me tighter, although he is still asleep. I nuzzled my head into his chest so I can get a better position.

I stayed there. I didn't move because I didn't want to wake him. I thought about the thing Holly had said to me. She was right for a change. That made me laugh a little inside. But, the laugh quickly ceased when Paul crossed my mind.

I have to tell him. I have to. But the question is how?

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind when George woke up. "Good morning."

I looked up and smiled. "Good morning."

"Breakfast?"

"Sure."

I followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. "Do ye like cornflakes, 'cause that's all we've got."

"Cornflakes are fine." Cornflakes remind me of John. He loves cornflakes.

George got out the milk and cereal and I got out the spoons and bowls. I felt like an old married couple for some reason. It felt, nice.

We ate in silence. But it was a nice quite silence.

~**~

I walked out of the bathroom from changing. George was washing the bowls and putting away the milk.

"Can you walk me home?" I asked him.

"All right."

I put on my jacket and he opened the door for me. I smiled.

"So uh how's life?"

He laughed. "Ye never were very good at starting conversations were ye?"

"Hey, well I'll have you know that the other day I had a rather nice conversation with my boss."

He laughed again. "Oh yeah? 'Bout what?"

"Uh working an extra shift," I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right. Definitely a nice conversation."

"Well...I mean...shut up." I laughed at how I couldn't think of anything else. He just laughed along at my own stupidity.

"Hey, only I have the right to laugh at my own stupidity."

"Well, not anymore."

I playfully hit his arm. "Rude." I smiled.

"Hey, you called ye self stupid. I'm just agreeing with ye."

"Excuse me? Excuuuuse me?" I did the snap in the Z-formation. "At least I— I've got nothing." I put my hands up.

"Well, ye started it in the first place. Ye should be able to finish it."

"I did not start it."

"I think ye did."

"Nu-uh"

"Uh-hu." We were at it like a pair of five year-olds. It was pretty funny though.

"Ye know, sometimes ye can be freakin' hilarious."

I took a short bow. "Why thank you. That's what I try to do."

We went into a very awkward silence. We neared my house. Neither of us dare say a thing. Although, I feel like I have to.

We stood in front of my house. "Well uh... we're here," I say. I rocked back and forth on my heels. I was expecting him to say something, but what I am not sure.

"Yep..." We just stood there. Facing each other. Not doing a thing.

I did the unexpected. I kissed him. It felt so right, yet, it felt so wrong. He was taken aback. He staggered a bit, then kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed his hands on my waist, as it should be.

I pulled away and hugged him. "Thank you," was all I could say. I let go and walked to my porch.  I opened the door to my house. I waved back at him. "Bye." And I shut the door.

I leaned back against the door. That was nice.

"Mom, I'm home," I shouted.

"Oh, you're home. I'm in the kitchen making lunch. It'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

I went up to my room and sat on my bed. I played a little guitar. I then played face down on my bed. My face was in my pillow and I could hardly breath.

Guilt set into my chest. I kissed George when I am dating Paul. Is it technically cheating if I'm not even his girlfriend? I find this whole dating thing confusing. 

I have to tell Paul sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. I'll probably invite him over after lunch and tell him. That is, if I don't chicken out.

"Lunch is ready," my mother called.

I hear my stomach growl as I half ran half jumped down the stairs. Mom had made something I haven't had in a long time. Mac and cheese.

When I was small, I used to call it Macca and cheese. I laughed because that's what John would occasionally call Paul.

I'm not sure if they have it in England or not. I haven't seen anybody eat it before. Before we moved, we packed a couple boxes and few others too. Just in case.

I ate it quickly like I do with my other meals. I had several bowls along with a juice box called Juicy Juice. Juicy Juice will always hold a place in my heart.

~**~

I sat nervously on the couch. I waited in anticipation to tell him. He would be here any minute.

What would he think? What would he say? Would he be fine with it or beg me to choose him? I just want to know already.

The doorbell rung and my heart nearly skipped a beat. I answered it and Paul stood there. He smiled, giving me less and less confidence to tell him.

I told him to sit on the couch. I wasn't sure how I would say what I am about to say

"Paul, I need to tell you something."

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