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-james-

As I pulled Charlie behind me I bumped into a few people.

One flipped us off and she started laughing like mad.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see, have paitence Charlie." I said leading the way.

After a few minutes we arrived at my favourite shop in the enitre mall; the guitar shop.

"We're here." I said letting go of her hand, only to be grabbed again when I saw some guys staring at her from a distance.

"Like my brother." She said again walking into the shop.

"Right over there." I said pointing to a bass

"Where?" She asked.

I tilted her head so she could see it.

"A Hofner bass." we said at the same time.

She smiled at me and walked over to it hanging on the wall.

I wanted to see her reaction when she found out what was so special about the bass hanging on the wall.

"Is it?" She looked up at me wide eyed.

"Yes it is signed by the one and only Paul McCartney." I said staring down at her pricless expression.

She gasped.

"Oh my god!" She said.

"When I get the money, I'm buying that guitar for you." I said.

"You're crazy." She said smiling as if it were a joke.

"But I'm serious." I said.

"It would be worth every penny just to see your face when I hand you that guitar." I said wrapping my arms around her shoulder.

She smiled at me.

I heard my phone ring.

It was my mom.

"Hello?" I asked as Charlie started at the bass some more.

"Hi just checking in." She said

I laughing.

"We're fine." I said

"How's Charlie?" She asked.

"Charlie, how are you?" I asked holding the phone up to my chest.

"Fantastic." She told me laughing.

"She's fantasic mom." I said into the phone.

"That's great, anyways I'll see you later Paul, Bye." She hung up.

I put my phone back into your pocket.

"How come your mom just called you paul." Charlie asked.

"Well. it is my name." I said.

She looked at me confused.

"Oh! I never told you see, my name is 'James Paul' you know after Paul McCartney, and my mom usually calls me paul." I said shurgging.

"How come you never told me that?" She asked laughing.

'Never came up."

We walked out of the guitar shop and out of the mall.

"What other things don't I know about you?" She asked.

"Well I have a tattoo, which you would have probally just found out on your own." I said.

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