The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Any Time At All (Chapter 11)

I'm sitting on a cold, empty park bench in the middle of nowhere. I don't know how to react to what just happened. I look around and see almost no one outside. It's freezing outside and I rub my hands together. I feel my eyes start to water up, but I bite my lip instead. Paul isn't worth crying over. George was right. I can't let him control me.

George. I wonder where he is right now. He's probably meeting with some beautiful girl that will some day become his wife. I shake the thought from my head. I shouldn't even care. I just want to talk to him and tell him he was right about Paul.

"Carol! Oh please Carol, answer me for gods sake."

I hear Paul's voice and I quickly stand up, looking down and walking away. I don't want to see or speak to Paul right now. He must be crazy to think that I would run back to him. He's not going to play me like those other girls. I keep walking until I bump into someone.

"Oh my, I'm sorry." I scold myself for being so absent - minded.

"No need to be sorry, love."

The voice sounds awfully familiar, so I bring my head up to see George's face. He's wearing large glasses and a smile. 

"Ah, George." I say, not knowing what to say as he raises an eyebrow.

"Where's Paul? I swear you two were together. I saw you two."

I look at George and tear up again, biting my lip to stop them from falling. I don't even want to think about Paul right now. I'm just glad I found George.

"Carol, what happened?" George says, looking at me with concern and I wipe my eyes.

"Paul kissed Lucille and I ran away like a child." I say, as I lock my eyes with his only briefly.

"You're no child, Carol. I'm sure Paul doesn't mean to hurt you like that. " George taps his lips with his finger and I can't help but stare. 

"Would you like to spend the hour with me? Perhaps we can talk about it if you'd like."

I look up at him and nod my head. If there is a god, he sure is being kind to me right now. George is exactly the person I wanted to see when I ran away from Paul earlier. 

"Alright." George takes my arm and wraps his arms around me for a tight hug. I widen my eyes a little - surprised by the sudden action. I slowly begin to close them and smile into the hug. I hold him closer than I have ever held another man before. 

"I just want you to be happy, Carol." George whispers into my ear as we part. I look into his dark eyes and fix my hair. George sure is a sweetheart. 

"I want to buy you something, George." 

"Buy me something?" George raises an eyebrow and laughs. "I don't think that's necessary. After all, you can't buy me love."

I laugh a little and hold George's cold hands. How long has been out here for?

"No, I really want to." I want to spend the rest of the money Paul gave me two nights ago. I want to spend it on George. 

He looks at me oddly and smiles. He fixes my hair a little and holds my hands tighter.

"Alright. I guess you've made me change my mind." I smile and clear my throat. 

I start to walk down the street, as George walks beside me, putting his hands in his pockets. I look at him and smile. He's much taller than me even though he's my age. 

"You seem to be a little better." George says, looking at me and smirking. "I'm glad."

"Maybe it's the weather." I say, looking away as George's smirk plays in my mind.