A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 9

~•Chapter 9•~

I lay out n bed, thinking about my second day in Liverpool. I already snogged Paul, kissed John, and saw a movie with George! You go girl! When are yeh going to tell Paul dearest? Tell him what? That yer futuristic! Oh..... I s'pose it'll go well over a cup o' tea. Shut up! I'm sick of you saying- Shut up! Do you hear that?!? I listen to a tapping noise. I look at the window, and shriek.

"Ahhhh!!"

I recover quickly, remembering it's like 2 in the morning. I go over to the window to get a closer look. There's Paul, perched precariously on a tree limb. I quickly unlatch the window, and pulling up.

"Paul?" I whisper.

"Oh, hey Jaz! Um... can I come in?" Paul asked lamely.

"Er..."

I back from the window, mouth hanging open. Paul launches himself into my room, epicly failing a cool landing.

"Ouch," he said from the floor.

"Paul?" I asked sweetly.

"Yes, love?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh. Couldn't sleep."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Nothing to occupy you at your house?"

"I was thinking of you," he said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I sigh in exasperation. I sit back on my bed, huddling under my blanket. I motion for him to come over. I hand him a spare blanket. He scoots really close to me, still using the puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh. I will make you a deal, McCartney."

"Yes?" he said excitedly.

"You may spend the night here. On the floor. No funny business. You leave at 6:30 sharp. Kapeish?"

He takes a deep bow. "Yes, yer majesty."

"Um, so what do you wanna talk about?" I asked shyly.

"Actually, I dunno."

"Paul, I've been meaning to tell you something," I say gravely.

Paul gasps. "You like John!?"

I just stare at him. "No. I only, and exclusively like you!"

"Oh, whew! Gear! I nearly had a heart attack!"

I sigh, then take Paul's hands. I look him in the eye, seriously. "Paul, I'm not from here."

Paul laughs. "Well, duh! Yer from the states!"

"No, I mean I'm not from here. I'm not from 1957. I wasn't born in 1942 like you. I was born in 1998. I'm like negative 31 years."

"Did you have a bad dream, love?"

I groan in frustration. "Paul, I'm futuristic."

Paul just stares. "I dunno what ter say."

"Paul, I still like you! Don't let this change that!"

Paul breaks into a grin. "I love the idea of you being futuristic! But I s'pose that makes me a pervert..."

"Shut up," I said.

I start kissing him. He starts deepening the kiss. Then once again, we start doing tongues. He runs his hands up and down my sides. Then he pushes me down on my back, straddling my waist. Then he starts trying to take my shirt off. I break away from him.

"Paul," I said seriously.

I scoot away from him.

"Paul, we just became boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm not ready for this yet!"

"Sorry, Jaz," Paul said, looking down in shame.

I lay down on my pillow. Paul pulls me to him, and we lay together. Then Paul pulls the blanket over me. The soft beating of his heart lulls me to sleep.

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A.N.

Hey guys! I finally updated! Thank you for all the nice comments and support! G2G, big bang theory is on! Luv ya! <3