Keep it Classy

Chapter 3

* Chapter 3: (S) He Came in Through the Bathroom Window *

Light showed through a window which caused me to wake up. I wasn't sure where I was, or who's arm was on me. I began to quietly get out if the bed and find my clothes that was scattered around the room.
I made glances to see who exactly was the other person. Until I was finally putting on my shoes. "Good Morning, luv." The boy spoke smiling as he yawned happily. "Oh, um good morning." I replied. "We did.. You know, it." I asked sheepishly. The boy, well Paul, smirked, "Yeah, it was amazing." I smiled nervously, "Right.." He raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright, dear? You seem a bit jumpy." I shook my head,
"No, not really, I'm not really the type of person to get drunk to where I don't even remember how I got here, let alone have a quick shag." I explained. Paul chuckled, "I know. After we shagged, you kept saying that you never did stuff like this. Which is why I find you different." He spoke as he sat up. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, no bird has ever told that they don't do this, or act the way you have. I'm not exactly sure why but I feel drawn to you. Like I have to know who you are, like I have to make you mine." He confessed. I smirked, "What?" He defended.
"Paul, my friend has caught me up on all your gossip. And if it's true, I am not going to be one of your 'weekly birds' regardless of how attractive you are. If you want me to be yours then you're going to have to clean up your act." I explained as I sat on a chair in the room.
"Is that a promise?" He smirked. "What is?" I asked befuddled by his words. "You going out with me. If I clean up my act, you'll be mine?" He explained. I shrugged, "If you manage to, then I don't see a reason not to."
Paul got up, (which I was thankful that he had boxers on) and kissed my cheek, "Consider it done. You'll be the only person I see, I won't step foot in a club, or drink 'till I can't walk, or even look other birds." I blushed as he made his vows, "We're not together yet, Mr. McCartney, you still have a reputation to clean up." His smirk formed into a genuine smile, "All for you." I felt my lips curve into a smile at his words.
"By the way, you can call me James, that's my first name." He winked as he went and got dressed. "I'll drive you home. If you'd like me to." I nodded, "Yeah, do you have a piece of paper? And a pen?" I asked randomly. He nodded as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Here you go, why do you need it?" He asked as he handed me the items.
"Oh, I'm writing down my phone number just incase." I smiled as I wrote the memorized numbers. He smiled, "Ah so you do want to see me again." I nodded, "Maybe I do." He chuckled softly and waited for me to finish. "Ready?" I nodded.
We walked towards the front door and Paul groaned. "What is it?" I asked. "It's the press, they probably know that you're here, we're gonna have to leave through the bathroom window, to the backyard, and into the garage to get to the car." Paul explained. I nodded, "I see you're already noticing the press." I winked. Paul smiled and kissed my cheek, "I'm keeping my promise, aren't I?" He laughed, "You're cheeks go red whenever I kiss your cheek, you know that?" I felt my cheeks redden even more at his comment.
Paul simply chuckled and took me hand, "Come along then, this way." He led me to the bathroom to see a rather large window, "If you don't mind me asking, why is your window so large?" He simple winked, "Well that's how some birds came and left so I had it fixed to make them more comfortable.."
I frowned and Paul apologized quickly, "That didn't help me, did it?" "Not one bit, James." I replied.
"So you'll call me by my first name then?" He asked hopefully. I shrugged, "Like a mother who scolds her children, she calls them by their real name." I winked.
It took a minute for Paul to understand but when he did he smiled, "It's alright, you can call me James whenever. It's up to me to know if it's for a good thing." I laughed softly as he helped me out the window and soon enough we both got out and walked to the garage.
Inside, there were magazines in a stack and a car. It was sleek and black, in all honestly, it could pass for a sports car. I looked around as Paul went to go get the keys that hung from the wall. My eyes landed on the stack of magazines, which only consisted of mature brands. Such as Kandie, MenStag, and Play Date. Paul noticed my face of disgust and he shook his head, "John comes by at times and leaves them there, I find those discriminating." I smiled slightly, "Why doesn't John take them with him?" He shrugged, "He lives with Cynthia, and she hates them as well." I simply nodded as Paul went and opened the door for me, "Thank you." I smiled as he helped me enter before running to the other side and starting the car.
The garage was one of the automatic kind so Paul could get out as quickly as possible, avoiding the press so he turned on a switch and the garage door opened. "So, Elizabeth, where exactly do you live?" I chuckled, "Sorry, I forgot to tel you, I live on 20 Frothlin Road."
Paul's eyes lit up, "I used to live there as a boy!" I laughed, "Really? I've lived there as long as I can remember, my parents gave me their home before they left to live in the states." Paul nodded, "Really? You look familiar, maybe I've seen you before." He spoke as he scratched his chin. "Paul," He nodded, "Can you drive now?" I laughed as he frantically moved around in his seat so he could drive before the press noticed him.