A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 5

~•Chapter 5•~

I'm all done with school for today. I go to my locker, and this time, I'm able to open it. I put my pencil bag and French into my back pack and shut my locker. I look around for John, but I don't see him. He's probably too embarrassed to look at you, you twit! (A.N. the bold is her conscience)

I start heading for the bus, when a hand grabs my shoulder.

"Looking for someone, love?"

I whip around to see who it was. It was John. Ha, stupid conscience, I thought, he's not embarrassed to look at me! I wouldn't be so sure. I look at John's face and notice it's a light pink.

"Er, yes, you!" I giggle, "I just wanted to say bye."

John pulls me into a hug. "Bye, then," he whispers.

Then we part ways. That John. He's so mysterious. I dash out to the bus. There's Paul, waiting for me. I sit down next to him.

"So, how was yer first day, love?" Paul asked.

"Well, I made three very fine friends today. And they all happen to be male. Pretty good, pretty good," I said, smugly.

"Would- I dunno, would you like to come over today, perhaps?" Paul asked.

"That would be lovely, Paul." I pause for a moment. "Does John like me?"

"What?"

"ERM, well, I got a note from him..." I said, showing Paul the note.

"Bloody hell. I'll say!"

"What?! What is it?!?"

Paul looks at me with a sly look. "He beat me to it."

"I'm confused, Paul. Beat you to what?"

"Asking you out."

"Ugh," I groan. Why must every boy I meet want to go out with me? First George, then John, now Paul!

"Did I offend you, love?" Paul whispers.

"No. It's just that I'm not ready for a boyfriend. Yet. I just need some friends."

Paul frowns, probably not used to rejection, but quickly covers it up with a smile. "Just friends, then."

The bus stops at our stop. We get off the bus, and walk to Paul's house. It's a smallish sort of house, but I remember that Paul's family was poor. Paul goes and unlocks the door.

"Me dad ain't home yet, if that's alright," said Paul

"That's fine. Just let me ring my cousin."

"Is that who yer living with?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna go in the living room and turn the telly on. The ringers right over there."

I walk over to where Paul pointed. It's one of those old-fashioned spin dials. Luckily I have a faint idea on how to use these. Stupid old-fashioned phones, I think, after my fourth try. I finally get it right, and the phone rings. Someone picks it up.

"Hello?"

"Is  Linda there?"

"This is she."

"It's Jaz."

"Hello, love! Where are you at? Did you get lost?"

"No. I'm at... a friends house. Do you know the McCartney's?"