"Stu died." Paul looked down at his feet and slumped his shoulders slightly. Stu died. Those are the words you'd least expect to hear. The man that had so much talent he can rule the world. Paul looked tear eyed as I lifted his chin. He hadn't recognized that my mom left the room and went into my room to give us some privacy. "You know? I'm such a bastard!"
"Paul, what?" I whisper- yelled. Paul pulled on his hair. His face was starting to turn red. I knew what he meant though. Stu and Paul were never quite fond of each other. He picked fights on stage, sometimes they did fight on stage. Paul didn't like Stu. He was so happy when Stu left the band, but not the fact that he did for Astrid.
"I'm a bastard! People say 'be kind to others, you never know when it's the end' or something like that, and here I am, a former band mate dead. I never said one nice thing to him." Paul ranted. He wiped tears from under his eyes. I'd never seen Paul cry often, the worst being when his mum died. "I cared about him, a lot really."
"Paul, I'm sure Stu knew that you cared about him. Sometimes, under unlucky circumstances, other's don't get along. And it's okay," I put a hand on his shoulder.
"John told me Astrid wasn't the only reason he left the band," Paul took a deep breathe in. "I was the other reason. John went off on me."
"Oh, Paul!" I brought him into a big hug. Paul didn't deserve this heart break. He's too good of a man.
"I'm a big, blood bastard." Paul strained. I just shook my head.
"You're anything but a bastard, love. You're a good man. You are talented. You're happy spirit is what makes the world turn. I love you, Paul. Not only because you're the cutest boy I've ever seen," Paul chuckled a bit. "But because you're James Paul McCartney, the purist man to ever live." Paul smiled. I smiled, too. Clearly I had just made him happier. Paul put his hands around my hips. He leaned in close, our nose just an inch from touching.
"I love you, too, Miss. Reeder." Paul grinned and gave me a kiss. "You know what I think sounds better though?"
"What sounds better?" I giggled as I put my hands around Paul's neck. He stayed silent for a minute. Then, he leaned in and whispered his in my ear: "Mrs. Emily McCartney."
I leaned away a bit. I was shocked. More than shocked, I don't know what I was. I'd never felt this feeling before. My face turned fire hot and I felt like my heart was going to burst. He couldn't be asking me to marry him.
"I love you, Emily. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've never fancied someone as much like you. I want you... for infinity." Paul whispered. I pulled away from him. I started crying. I'm not sure from years of happiness, sadness or of confusion. Maybe all of it mixed together.
"Paul, w-we can't. We're- Paul, wouldn't people think it's quite odd?" I said. Paul shook his head.
"I don't care what people will think."
"This is going too fast." I shook my head this time. Paul gave me the most disappointed look ever. He was angry, disappointed. I just hurt his feelings even more. Paul didn't say anything. He just busted open the door and turned back to me.
"I do love you." He gave me a look of sorrow real quickly, but then he slammed the door shut. I fell onto my knees, crying. Did I just wreck everything? Paul has never done anything like that to me. Am I all alone now?
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Baby It's You • j.p.m.
Fiksi Penggemar"Paul." I stopped him from grabbing his wrist. I was about to do something an insane person would do. And I couldn't stop myself. This is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I took his hands and put them around my waist. Paul was so c...
