Love isn't bad.

Chapter 1

There was Paul walking to school with his books in his hands. On a depressing, gloomy day in Liverpool, England on February 11 1962. He walks and walks thinking about this new kid that came to his current junior high. He had seen the way this "new kid" walked, talked, and looked. He loved it. He wasn't sure what his name was though. But he sure did want to know. Ever since he had seen this new kid, he has just been getting new and different feelings. Feelings he has never had before and never thought he would have. Ever. "Eh. Don't worry about it, Paulie. You don't like a bloke! It's just weird teenage feelings", he thought and just shook it off. He switched out of his thoughts and looked around to see something that was his junior high. He seen this new kid again! "Oh god", he thought. Nooo! He just lost it when he was around this new kid which was weird. It's like everything just stopped. Like paused. He thought he was cute and cool! But of course, he was too popular to ever talk to Paul as the way Paul thought it so he just keep walking and headed into school. Just another day of being in hell. He hated school sometimes when he didn't want to go. Especially the new kid. "That damn bloke is making me think too much", he thought to himself. Why was that new kid so cute? Why? He sure didn't know. Of course! He was in Paul's first period! "Oh shit!" Paul thought. Really? Really? This had to happen? Paul thought. The new kid's name was John! Paul smiled, admiring the name of john. John had been put in the back of the class where all the cool kids were placed. Paul felt uncomfortable sitting in front anyways. So it had to be worse! The bell rang and class started. "Alright class. Get out your science textbook and turn to page 47." Mr. Heath said. Paul did as told but felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to find a boy with a paper ball in his hand. The boy handed Paul the paper ball and Paul took it and turned back around. He had opened it up and saw the words, "fag, fat, queer, ugly, and stupid." Paul saw it and cried inside. Why was he treated this way? He didn't do anything to anyone. "You fag!" He heard someone whisper to him. "You want cock, lad?" Another voice whispered. He felt so bad inside. Like he didn't belong. He had always gotten picked on and pushed around. It seemed like the class was going by so slow and before he knew it, the bell rang! Thank god, Paul thought and ran out. He went to his locker and seen a note on the front of the locker and it had Paul sucking off a guy. Ugh! Why? Paul thought. He had felt a push behind him and saw a big group of guys. "You faggot! Why are you here?" Some guy yelled and pushed Paul against the locker. John was standing at another locker watching what was behind said and what had occurred. He didn't like it either. John was getting angry. He started walking to the guys. "Are ye fucking serious??? Get off him! You fucking retards. What did he do to you? Nothing! So leave him alone." John said and pushed them away. They had suddenly hurried and rushed off. Paul had still been against the locker and frightened of what just occurred. "Thank you so much." Paul said to john. "No problem, lad. Ye don't deserve that." John said and held his hand out for Paul to shake. "The names john." Paul already knew so hearing it again made him smile once more. "I'm Paul. Paul McCartney. Paul smiled. "Lovely. What a lovely name Paul. Mind if I call you macca? It's just another way of saying McCartney." John grinned. "Yes. Sure!" Paul smiled at the thought of the new nickname john had given to him. "Nice to meet ye, lad." John said. Before they both knew it, the bell rang. "Damnt. Got to go to class." John said. Paul nodded. They both then hurried their separate ways and went to class. Paul just though too much about john. This is so weird. He helped me. Somebody actually stood up for me for once. Paul thought. Everything will getting better for Paul. And the boy he has a crush on stood up for him against the bullies. Paul was so happy that he felt like nothing could stop his happiness. All day he just thought of john. How his hand felt in his. How he spoke. How he said his name! He was just so shocked but happy at the same time. The day went by so quick that he didn't notice it was the end of the day. He ran out of school walking home. He had heard a voice out of nowhere yell his nickname that John had given to him and knew it was john. "Macca. Wait up!" He thought it sound like john but thought it would be too good to be true but it turned out, it was john. Paul turned to face John and wait for him. "Hey macca! How was your day?" John Asked. "It was good. Better than usual." Paul smiled. "That's good to hear. Ye seem really interesting. Heard you play guitar." John said. "Yes I do. I play. I sing too in case you haven't heard. " Paul said. "Me too! That cool! Maybe we could play together some time?" John said. Paul nodded and smiled. "John seen his house and turned to Paul. "Well, better get me arse going. Gotta get to me house. I will catch you later macca." John smiled and waved. Paul nodded once more and thought again. He was getting happier as the day went by. Everything was starting to get better. Now he understands the quote, "everything will get better." He started to believe.