I sat on my bed strumming my guitar. Paul was supposed to be coming over soon to play our guitars."John!" Mimi called from downstairs. "What?" I asked. "Come down and get your laundry" I set my guitar down and climbed down the stairs. I grabbed a basket off the floor. "You hungry?" She asked. I shook my head and retreated back up the stairs. I plopped the basket on the floor and continued strumming. Soon I heard a knock at the door, I ran downstairs. "I got it Mimi" I yelled.
I opened the door and there stood a baby faced lad with brown hair and hazel eyes. Paul, Paul McCartney. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid button up, dressy yet casual. I showed him in. "Who is it, John?" Mimi asked from the den. "It's Paul" I shouted. I heard her sigh. She didn't like him. To her he was common, below us. But he was a nice enough guy. And an excellent guitar player. We went upstairs. I picked up my guitar. We started playing.
A little while later Mimi knocked on my door, she opened it and stuck her head in. "John, I'm going to have supper with Margaret Wilson" she announced. "Ok" I responded, not looking up from my guitar. "You'll have to fix yourself something" she said. "Fine" I answered. "Bye Mimi" Paul said, waving. She nodded and rolled her eyes. She closed the door. Paul focused back on his guitar. We heard her go down the stairs and out the door. Paul looked up. "John, why doesn't she like me?" He asked with big eyes. "Yer just not her cuppa tea, son" I responded. He sighed. "Don't worry, lots of people don't like me but do I care? Nah. I couldn't give a toss" He smirked.
He got a pad and pencil out and scribbled down some words. "Whatcha writin' there?" I asked. "Just some words, might make a song out of em" he said. I nodded and played a cord. An hour passed. Mimi wasn't home yet. "You wanna go down and watch telly?" I asked Paul. He nodded, packing his guitar up. He brought it downstairs with us, setting it at the foot of them. We went in the den and I turned the telly off. The show we watched was hilarious, we both laughed our heads off. I made us some toast with jelly and milk. We sat on the floor and snacked in the den while we watched telly. I put our plates on the kitchen table when we finished.
It was getting dark, Mimi still wasn't home. We continued watching telly, laughing away. Paul looked at me, smiling. I stared at him, smiling as well. He stopped smiling and leaned closer. He leaned a little closer and kissed me. I backed out of the kiss. "Well, I'd better be going" he said. He stood up, grabbed his guitar and went out the door. I fell on my back. I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my eyes. I stood up, turning the telly off, leaving and closing the den door behind me.
Mimi walked up from the kitchen. "Hi Mimi, I didn't hear you come in" I said innocently. "I was just cleaning up the mess you and Paul made" she stated. I nodded. I climbed up the stairs. I washed and got into bed. I lay in bed thinking. Why did he do that? Did I like it? I was fond of Paul and I always had a strong feeling towards him. He was my best friend. Was this strong feeling love? Did I love Paul? I didn't know.
Thoughts racing through my mind, I shortly fell asleep.
