Paul McCartney's Rose

this feeling

Her long lashes fluttered as the breeze swept past her, and her eyes slowly lifted to meet the blue sky. Her toes tossed sand ever so slightly, in a way to make her catch her head and realize where she was. She could hear multiple songs playing somewhere along the shore, and she turned her head to the right to try and spot a source. When she couldn't find one she tilted it to the left to search again, and she saw a few portable radios in the sand alongside groups of teens. She smiled, feeling peaceful, feeling like she belonged to this moment, to the sea, to the sand.

Once she realized just how hot her skin was beginning to feel she sat up and looked out to the sea. He was walking toward her, flinging his wet hair around with his hands to try and ring it out a little. He smiled at her, and her grin made her sunglasses rise on her cheeks.

"Hi doll face," he was giddy when he plopped down beside her in the hot sand.

"How's the water?"

"It's great, you should really go in," he leaned over toward her and let his wet head fall in her lap, looking under her glasses to see her smiling eyes.

"Can I tell you something?" she mumbled as her fingers combed trough his dark damp mop of hair.

"Of course," he flipped over onto his back and got comfy, closing his eyes to shield them from the sun.

"I like this feeling," Her fingers would trail down from his hair to his cheek, and then back again, repeatedly. He thought of making her do this to help him nap later, making himself chuckle.

He registered what she said, "What feeling is that?"

She shrugged. "This feeling. The beach, the sun, you, this summer feeling."

"This isn't a feeling Rosie this is an experience, this is all happening," he had a grin that made her smile. He had arched his arm on its shoulder and reached behind her back to play with her bathing suit strings.

"I know it's happening, but it is a feeling to me, it's an incredible feeling in my head,"

He just looked at her and smiled.

She watched as his grin changed and he was now belting out the words to whatever song was on.

"Rosie?"

She swallowed down the lump in her throat, and looked straight ahead at him. He was still wet from the rain, and her hands were still shaking.

"Wha..what?"

He kind of giggled. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she giggled with him, unknowingly. She felt elsewhere, not in the room.

"You blanked out a bit after I asked you to—"

"I—I know, I'm sorry,"

He had met her and was now holding her hands in his. "It's alright Rose, I just, I just had to ask you. I want to do this Rosie, I cant see any other way,"

He was happy, she heard it in is voice, she saw it in his droopy eyes, he was happy and in love with her, mad mad ridiculous love. And she suddenly felt angry that he was happy, that he could be in mad preposterous love with her, a stupid immature little girl who didn't know what she was doing.

"You don't want to marry me," she whispered as she stayed looking at a button of his shirt.

"What?" he chuckled.

"Why would you want to marry me? I'm a sad little child Paul, you deserve better than that," she looked up at him, and he was confused.

"Why do you think you're a sad little child, that's silly," he laughed again as he crossed his arms.

She began to shake her head. "I was with someone,"

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, no other movement from him. She had seen him this way before, the utter disbelief was familiar.

"Pardon me?" he muttered.

"I was with someone, Paul,"

He licked his lips and nodded. She watched his long legs carry him to the window across the room and he leaned on the window sill with his arms, his back muscles closing in.

"Just tell me why Rosie,"

Words left her, and she thought they left for good, she said good riddance to the luxury of words. Even if the words came back, she wouldn't know what to say.

He made a strange noise and examined whatever was nearest to him, being a small table with a lamp and picture on it, and targeted it as prey. His long leg was put to a different use as he punted the lamp off the table, the picture accompanying it, making a thunderous clash on the floor, shards of clear and colorful glass spread across the floor.

Rosie flinched back so hard she fell into the chair behind her, and she stayed there, staring at the mess on the floor and wondered who would clean it. Just for the thought of that minor problem among more important problems, she wanted to slap herself and ask why she was this way.

His face was red, and she watched his chest move up and down vigorously.

"Answer me Rose!"

"I can't! What do you want me to say?"

His hand cleaned onto the back of the recliner and he stared down at the floor. "You tell me why,"

"I don't—"

"Rose!" he bellowed again.

"Alright! Alright," her eyes fell to her feet. "Paul you have to believe me when I say there was no real reason, other than the fact that I am completely mad. I just...wanted to...which isn't a real reason. I saw him, and got to know him, and wanted him. That's it. I needed it, for some reason," she hadn't realized she began to cry.

"I gave up so much for you. I took you..away from..so much Rosie. I gave up a lot of my life, because I fell in love with you, you became my life Rosie,"

"Paul I—"

"Didn't you ever think of me?! The time you spent with him, where was I in your mind??" he walked toward her.

She just cried more, and looked out the window as he continued yelling. The rain on the window and roof began to sound like waves, and she was back again.

Her toes tossed sand ever so slightly, in a way to make her catch her head and realize where she was. She could hear multiple songs playing somewhere along the shore, and she turned her head to the right to try and spot a source. When she couldn't............

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to make it clear: that ending, the starting over thing, is supposed to be her mind wandering back to the memory she was revisiting when he popped the question, anything to escape the moment, ya see?

idk thought it was kinda neat :^)

plz correct me on grammar mistakes its 3am, i will go back and fix them if u point them out for me

HOPE U ENJOYED

i know i suuuuuck with updating dude. life's a mess and i still have the hardest time writing :/

but i hope to see u soon again :))))