A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 10

~•Chapter 10•~

Paul's P.O.V. (Finally!)

I woke up.     -  --- Where the hell am I? Then I feel someone in my arms. Then I remember. I'm at Jaz's house. I must seem pretty desperate. I come over in the middle of the night. And then... I cringe as I remember last nights events. I thought... I dunno. I glance at her alarm clock. It says 5:00. I climb out of her bed. I see she has a pad of paper and some pens. I write her a note.

      Jaz-

I'm sorry about last night. I _-_non. mean to make you upset. Come over later? I still need to talk. Dress up nice!

               Paul McCartney xox

Now, how to get out? I can't go downstairs. Back out the window, then. I open up the window. I jump out onto the small limb. I swing around and shut her window. Then I start shimmying down the tree. About 4 feet above the ground, I lose my grip and fall on my bum.

"Ahhhhh," I moan.

I get off the ground, apparently fine, and make a mad dash for my house. I unlock the door and slip inside quietly.

"Paul."

Shit! I'm busted! I turn and look. It is only Mike.

"So, Paulie, where were ya?" Mike wonders.

"Er... at John's. Don't tell dad!" I beg.

"Then clean my room!" Mike says, grinning evily.

"Ugh, no Mike!" I know Mike's room is horrendous.

"Daaaa-" Mike starts.

"Fine!" I hiss.

I walk into his room. It looks as though a twister has hit it. I close my eyes and groan. I take a laundry hamper, and throw all the clothes on the floor in there. Then I throw bits of rubbish into the dustbin. Then I change the sheets in his bed. As I'm cleaning under his bed, I see a book and I pick it up. I open it and read a little. Michael has a diary.

"Dear Mikey's diary," I say really loud.

"PAUL!!!" Mike shouts, and runs into his room.

I hold it above his head.

"PAUL!! GIVE IT!" he shouts.

"Nuh uh."

Then he resorts to tackling me. I run out of his room.

"Stay out of me stuff, Paul!"

I go into my room, chuckling. I was sorry for not treating Jaz right, so I wanted to write her a song. I get out my guitar and strum a few chords. Soon, I get this nice, slow melody that sounds romantic. Now, what for words? I think. Well, I love her. Yes! That's it! I jot down the words in a piece of paper. Then I think of her kisses. They are soft and gentle. Tender... I jot that down. I remember that I asked her to come round 6. Then the sky would be dark. I write that down, along with shining stars. I also know other lads like her, so I write 'if you saw my love, you'd love her too'.