In My Life, I Love You More (The Beatles)

Chapter 8

I got home frustrated, and with a headache from the the non-stop yelling. It went on even after George exploded. I even got into it with Cindy. She accused me of starting it, and even if my argument was weak, I managed to shut her up, turning the tables on her. But, I did feel as though I started it, only because I was going to kiss John.

John.

Today, I felt like we really connected until we were interrupted. I forgot he was a writer too. He didn't poke fun at me even though he knew my stories reflect my real life. That was really nice of him. And as I perceived his face, I actually felt some kind of spark light up in my heart. I think I really would have kissed him if Paul hadn't have ruined things.

He arrived home right after me, and this time, no Cindy. This isn't normal. Maybe he's got some other girl in the car. He shut his door after coming out, and didn't bother to open anymore. He was alone, then. I felt strange for staring at him through the window.

I sighed, and sat at my couch.  I actually wouldn't mind if I slept here, I'm just so tired. But then I'd have to change, and then there'd really be no point in leaving my room after that.

"Amber, can we talk?" There's Paul, knocking at my door again. I should have expected this.

"Any particular reason you want to yell at me today, James?" I crossed my arms and leaned towards the door to hear him better.

"Can I just speak to you?"

I sighed, and opened the door, to see a pretty down McCartney. He stared at me, then walked in. I shut the door behind him, then asked, "Are you still upset from today?"

"What's going on between you and John?"

Well that's one way from dodging a question. "Hey, I asked you a question first."

"I'm being serious, I want to know what's going on."

What gives him the right to feel the need to know about my personal life? "Why does it matter to you? It's my business."

"Well, I don't care, I want to know, Amber." he started getting pushy, and it was beginning to get on my nerves.

"There's nothing going on between us." I clenched my teeth softly. Then asked, "And what happened to your Groupie-of-the-Month, Cindy?"

He rolled his eyes, "She's gone."

"You took her home?"

"No, I won't be seeing anymore of her." he let out a slight smile with his sentence, that made me smile.

"That's great." I laughed.

He nodded, "I thought you would say that."

We went on, arguing, then talking. We kept on until I was forcing myself to keep my eyes open. They were getting heavier and heavier. Paul would snap me out of it when he saw them closed.

"Okay, I think you've had enough." He got up from the couch, and walked over to the clock to check the time. He exhaled, "It's well up to three in the morning, Amber. I'm sorry for keeping you up this late,"

"Oh, it's fine. Arguing, yelling, and talking is good for our relationship." He laughed, then his face grew serious. Thinking about something. "What's the matter?" I asked. My eyes suddenly woke up, and I wasn't feeling so sleepy anymore.

 "Well, you see, you know I like you a lot, and-- " he stopped mid-sentence, then shook his head, walking to the door. "Never mind. Good night!"

I got up, running to make sure he doesn't leave. "Hold on! You can't just stop mid-sentence and then walk home! What's bugging you?"

Paul sighed, deciding whether or not he should tell me. He finally came to a decision, then asked me to sit down. I did as told, and he exhaled sharply. "Like I said, you know I really do like you right?"