The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Ask Me Why (Chapter 8)

"What do you mean, Paul?" I ask, still shocked from the kiss. I look up at Paul. He's confusing me more with every passing second.

"It's too soon, Carol. Trust me, you will understand in time. Just take my word, love. I have a strong interest in you - in fact - it may even be love."

I look at him with wide eyes. Love? I don't feel the same way - at least not yet.

"All these feelings I had from grade school have come back to me."

Paul looks at me seriously and I wish he wasn't like that. I laugh to lighten up the mood. Perhaps this is a joke, and he is going to laugh any moment. After some time passes, he doesn't.

"We have only spoken for a day or two, Paul." I say, apparently being the voice of reason here. Going from marriage to confession of love, all within twenty four hours? This relationship is moving way too fast.

"I'm on the same boat here, love. I didn't expect to have these feelings for you so early - or rather - have to deal with them so soon." Paul says, and he looks up at the moon. I look at him and shiver from the wind. He keeps mentioning the past. Did something happen that I have forgotten?

"Well, if it makes you feel any better...I feel the same way. At least, attraction wise. I've always fancied your laugh."

"Really?" He says, his voice surprised and relieved.

"Sure. I mean, you're a good looking man." Paul looks down at his hands and chuckles. He seems disappointed.

"Oh, I see. My feelings must be making you uncomfortable." Paul says, a little embarrassed. I reach for his hand and smile slightly.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just feel like too much is going on right now. I haven't seen you in so long because of what happened to your mother - " 

I stop myself before I continue.

"Just listen, Paul. I don't want to rush something that takes time - you can't expect me to love you within a day."

Paul laughs and looks up at me. Our eyes connect for a while before he speaks.

"I know that, Carol. I just thought I could forget about the past."

"Why do you keep mentioning the past?" I ask, shifting a bit in my seat. 

"One day I'll tell you more about it, I promise. For now, let's start heading back. We have to wake up early if you want to see your mother." Paul stands up slowly and extends his hand out to me. I take it and stand up as well. I look at my feet and pat down my skirt.

"What does this mean for us? You said the marriage was purely a cover up for the press." Paul grabs my hand and kisses my cheek. I frown a bit and he chuckles. The night lights illuminate his eyes and I smile a little bit. He's beautiful. 

"Not sure, love. I have some things to take care of before we can pursue this relationship..." Paul holds my hand a little tighter and I release it.

"Like what?" I look up at Paul. He coughs and rubs his neck.

"I've been seeing this girl for a while..." Paul's voice drifts off and I shift my feet. "Her name is Lucille." 

"I see." I say, not wanting to hear that from Paul. I feel my chest tighten as he speaks. I don't want to be here anymore.

"She's a great girl, don' get me wrong, but I always knew it wasn't going to work out. Not just for her either...for anyone I'll ever begin to date." Paul looks at me bashfully and I look away. I don't want him to break some girl's heart for me.