If I Fell...

Saturday Comes with Sadness

I woke abruptly Saturday morning. I looked up and saw my sister above me.

"Paul's and his friend are here. You might want to go downstairs before Darla chats them up to much." My sister said in a rushed tone of voice.

I got up and forgot that I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Quickly I slipped on my usual attire. It was like the teddy boys except I wore a skirt instead of pants.

In my living room sat Paul and a mystery boy. He was facing the other way. His hair looked familiar, a dark brownish black.

"Amelia!" He ran over and kissed me on the cheek. In a big recliner sat George. That's who it was. My mother was in the kitchen.

"Will you three be here for breakfast?"

"Nah Mrs. Witherell. Thank you for the offer though." Paul stated politely.

"Have fun! Keep my daughter safe boys!" My mother chuckled.

"Oh trust me; Amelia doesn't need us to stay safe." Paul snorts.

I elbowed him.

My mind wanders as we drove to the diner. Paul and I sat up front while George sat in the back, absorb in his own little world. I could hear him whistle every so often, but besides that it was quiet. After about 10 minutes he had fallen asleep,

"Are we going to talk about last night?" I whispered in Paul's ear.

"I did what the audience asked. That's all. You didn't?" He answered defensively.

"No. No! I just didn't know if you..."

"Nah. I love you like a sister. Anyway I wouldn't like the same girl as my best friend.

I cocked my head in confusion.

"John... and George." He said quietly.

My eyes widened in shock, George. Was it weird that I didn't like either of them? I liked Paul. But I wouldn't tell him that.

Paul's POV

Maybe it was best that I didn't tell Amelia that I liked her. It was true though. John said some...things about Amelia and George. He talked all lovey dovey about Amelia. Hopefully Ritchie won't feel that way.

We arrived at the diner. All of us stepped out of the car one by one, excited to eat. Earlier in the car I could hear Amelia's stomach growling.

"Hello!! Take a seat where ever you want!" An older looking waitress called from the kitchem.

I was looking for Ritchie. He couldn't be too hard to find though. My eyes wandered through the whole diner and still I couldn't spot him. A few minutes later John and my brother Michael were standing behind us. Maybe I shouldn't have brought Amelia. Quickly she glared over at me with anger welling in her eyes.

"You invited them?"

I nodded and bit my lip.

"Yeah... Whoops." I shrugged and gave her a look of apology.

John came and put an arm around her.

"How's my 'Melia?"

She furrowed her brow and gave John a dirty look.

"Get off me Lennon."

She flicked his arm off her shoulder like it was a fly. He chuckled then put his arm right back around her neck. This time Amelia didn't fight it but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't happy.

We all sat down at a booth after Ritchie came. We were cramped but that wasn't unusual. I was at the end with Amelia between me and Ritchie. Across from us sat George, John and Mike.

Amelia POV

"What are we doing for the day?"

All the boys looked at me a little startled that I had finally spoken up.

"Well, I thought after this we could all go to the record shop. Just an idea..." Paul stated

I nodded then continued to nibble at my eggs and bacon. Paul could tell something was up.

"What's up? You seem sad..." He whispered in my ear.

"Nothing..." I continued to eat, not worrying about how stupid I looked, eating so fast.

"Slow down, 'Melia. It's not a race!"

John blurted out loud enough for the whole diner to hear. And they probably did because the diner was silent besides the chatter of a few people. My face turned red with anger. I was going to yell but before I could Paul put his arm around my neck.

"Shh..."

I calmed down after a few minutes, but it took a while.

"John's just trying to push your buttons."

I nodded and went back to eating the rest of my food.

We finished after about 10 minutes plus the time it took John to flirt with the waitress.

"Call me, Gorgeous..." John finished.

We all snickered as John walked toward us with a big grin plastered across his face.

"Number 564..." Paul whispered in my ear. His breath was cool as it hit the back of my neck, causing the hairs to stand up. I giggled thinking about John asking multiple waitresses out. He sure was a player and poor Cynthia too.

We approached the empty record shop just a few minutes from its opening time. People didn't really shop at the record shop anymore since we mostly used radios. I loved my little record player though. It sat in the corner of my room laying on my old nightstand. My dad had made the nightstand for me when I was younger, before he left us alone. I had to stop thinking about him, because I would start to cry. I must have looked sad because George came over to me and put an arm around my neck.

"Are you alright? You look a little sad..."

"I'm fine. Thanks for worrying about me." I stated. George smiled then turned around and browsed the store. I was looking for a nice, new record. I finally came across a new chuck berry single.

"You want that?" Ritchie said as he picked up the record I was staring at it.

"Yeah, but I can buy it."

"Please, let me. My name's-"

"Ritchie. The boys talk about you a lot." I stated shyly.

He laughed then grabbed my hand as he led me to the cash register.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"I'm Amelia."

He wrapped me in a hug, then pulled away. He looked at my outfit with a smirk across his face.

"What?!"

"You look like a teddy boy" He snorted.

After checking out he handed me the record then went to John and Mike.