The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Do You Want To Know A Secret? (Chapter 2)

"We're going to get married."

I almost faint at the three words that escape Paul's mouth.

"What do you mean we're getting married?!" I yell, not loud enough for everyone to hear but just enough for Paul to react negatively.

"It's hard to explain, that's why I wanted to wait until after dinner and all." Paul says, closer to my ear so that the others don't hear.

"This is ridiculous Paul. We hardly know each other, and we haven't spoken in years. Thing are different now." I say, being the apparent voice of reason in this conversation.

Paul looks at me sternly and sighs.

"I promise an explanation after dinner. It's just the boys don't know yet. Please, after dinner?"

I look at Paul as his face slowly contorts into a puppy dog face. I roll my eyes slightly. That used to work on me when we were children.

"Don't act so childish, James." I say, trying to sound tough but slowly succumbing to his pressures. Damn it, I curse, I thought I was over this softeness for Paul. I suddenly realise we're on the floor and stand up.

"Carol!" Cynthia says, suddenly entering the kitchen as Paul lays helpless on the floor. "Are you joining us for dinner?"

Cynthia looks at me desperately. Perhaps dinner with The Beatles isn't too bad. Only a fool would say no...right?

I clear my throat. "Sure, if you'd all welcome me."

Paul suddenly stands up. "Thank you Carol. Thank you. I promise an explanation."

I merely look at him and bite my lip. "I expect a good one from you." I smile a little, not to appear rude and all. Cynthia smiles.

"I'm delighted Carol!" She hugs me, and I reluctantly hug back. I've never been too much of a hugger.

Paul joins in our hug as John appears from the hallway.

"So the bird is staying, huh." He smirks. "As long as she doesn't eat all the food."

I bite my lip. Who knew THE John Lennon was a jerk?

"Johnny, enough teasing here." Ringo says, emerging from behind him. "Sorry for his behaviour, he's had a little to drink."

I nod. "It's fine." Though it's really not. "Thanks for the kind words"

"Pretty lass, pretty lass." George says, walking towards me as I eye him. He's got a certain charm to him the others don't have, and I look down bashfully chuckling. Everyone else joins in and I feel less awkward in comparison.

"Don't mind him. He's always been a quiet biter." John jokes, and our laughs are interrupted by Paul's voice.

"Alright, everything's on the table, so let's dig in!" Paul exclaims, a tad bit excited for supper.

Cynthia urges me to follow her and I do. I sit between her and Ringo. Julian is sitting in a little booster seat next to her and John's next to him. Paul is right in front of me.

"Looks bloody good." George says, reaching for some. Paul grins.

"Well, of course! I made it."

Everyone laughs and I study him a bit more. He's not much different from grade school. He's still chubby cheeks Paul. I look at my knees. I wish things were back to the way they were. Maybe things between Paul and I would be different.

He notices me looking and I turn away quickly. I hear a snicker from his lips.

"Alright, everyone. Dig in." John says, reaching for the chicken and potatoes and handing me some.