The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

If I Fell (Chapter 12)

I decide to strike a conversation - it seems we still have a while to walk.

"Paul, what exactly happened between you and Lucille?" I ask, walking beside Paul as I smell his vanilla cologne. My mother always said I had a thing about smelling things.

"I was talking to her about how I'm sorry about how this turned out and she shut me up with her lips."

I feel a ping in my stomach, and I look at him. He didn't have to bring up the kiss. 

"Oh."

"I didn't want to. I mean, before I met you I would have continued it, but you've changed me, I suppose. I don't want any other girl's lips except yours." Paul says, looking at me and I sigh.

"I wonder how many girls you've said that to." I roll my eyes and put my hands inside my jacket pocket.

"Just one." Paul says, walking inside a book shop. I follow him, wondering why we are making a detour. I'm not really in the mood.

There seems to be some sort of line up for an author as he heads into a row of books.

"I'm trying to look for a book on parenting." Paul says, and I almost choke.

"Parenting!?" I say, looking at him. "Who did you get pregnant?!"

He laughs a little like this is a joke. He's getting on my nerves.

"It's for the future." He says, still looking. He's got guts trying to suggest having children when he pulled a stunt like that today.

"I'm not getting pregnant." I say and he begins to laugh. He thinks this is some sort of joke.

"Not yet." Paul says, pulling out a book and handing me it. "How's this?"

I scowl slightly, not wanting to think about a baby with Paul right now.

"It looks good." I say, walking into another aisle and looking for a book on cooking.

"You think so? It's actually a gift for Ringo. He's expecting a child with Maureen soon."

"Maureen Cox? The girl with the black hair and heavy eyeliner?" I ask, looking for a bigger book for cooking. I've heard about her in the papers - she's been a part of their Beatle family for a long time. 

"Yes. I just wanted to congratulate him." Paul says, walking over to me and hugging me from behind.

I keep looking, trying to ignore the soft feeling in my stomach that Paul gives me. He better stop this - I don't want to feel this way about anyone again. It hurt enough the first time. 

"Can you get me this book?" I ask, handing him a book filled with recipes. I think I should help out by cooking - it's the only thing I'm really good at.

"Sure, love." Paul says, turning me around and looking into my eyes. I walk away from him and to the register. He is really pushing it. 

Paul pays for the parenting and cooking books. He holds them in his arms as we begin walk outside once again. He's gotten a little darker.

"Any last thing you want to do before you are wedded to me?" Paul asks as I walk outside, sneezing as it stops snowing. I don't really want to do anything with Paul but I don't want to waste the day sulking.

"I've always wanted to visit the beach in the snow." I say. I don't know why I thought of this suddenly. Perhaps I want to stay outside - the cold air stings me.

"Really? Well, that's got to happen now. Its your last day!"

Paul smiles and I can't help but smile too. He proceeds to pick me up and run towards the quarry nearby. I struggle to get out of his arms. He's got a strong grip on me.

"We're here." Paul says, putting me down as he catches his breath. I fall onto the rocks and cough. He's an idiot. 

I decide to make the most of this and sit down near the water. The moon reflects the water and I smile.

"It's beautiful."

"It is, isn't it?" Paul says, sitting next to me. I turn to look at him as he's already looking at me.

"Carol, I never meant to hurt you." Paul says, looking at the sky as I look at him curiously. 

"Just forget it, Paul. I'm over it." Although my stomach still stings thinking about the kiss.

"Seeing you with George makes me upset." Paul whispers his words so their barely audible. 

"Why? We're just good friends." I look back onto the water and feel the cold air blow my hair. 

"I know." 

Paul doesn't talk for a while. I clear my throat.

"Come on, let's not think so sadly. I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else." I say, as Paul moves a little closer. His body warms me slightly.

"Me either. You really made this vacation worth while - and you've only been here for three days." Paul laughs a little into my neck.

"Let's go. I'm tired." I say, standing up as the snow begins to fall again. Paul looks up at it and laughs.

"Snow before your wedding day. I heard it's some a sign of good luck." 

I look at Paul and laugh.

"I'm sure you just made that up. Come on." I start to walk away from the quarry. Before I can walk further, Paul runs up to me and hands me something.

"This is a wedding gift." 

I look down into his hands and see a flower. A single rose lays on his hands.

"A rose? It's almost Christmas, Paul." I say, picking it up. Paul smiles at me and leans down slightly.

"Love has no date." He quickly kisses me and bashfully begins to walk again. I cover my lips slightly and look at him. What a bastard.

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We walk inside the house quietly, making sure that we don't wake Julian as Paul place the books down on the kitchen table.

I tiptoe up the stairs as Paul gives Ringo his gift and converses with him in the kitchen.

I open George's door to see him sitting down on his bed, reading a book.

"Hello, Carol. Have you and Paul made up?" He's wearing a very loose shirt and pyjama pants. He looks cute. I look at George's face, and sit next to him. He's still wearing my strawberry cologne.

"We have. You really helped me out."

"Anytime." George says, looking back down at his book without even a hint of a smile.

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?" I say, changing the topic. George looks up at me and softens his eyes. 

"I'm not nervous. Perhaps you should sleep now. Your big day is tomorrow." 

I look at my feet and smile.

"You're right. Goodnight George." I exit his room slowly and look down at my hands.

"Goodnight Carol."

I smile as I hear his rough accent whisper my name. I head into Paul's room, closing the door behind me.

"Busy day tomorrow, I'm going to hit the hay." Paul says. I nod and slip into a nightgown in front of him. I feel his eyes on me, but I think better of it.

"Goodnight Paul." I say, jumping in bed beside him and turning away from him.

"I love you Carol."

I hear my breath quicken as I close my eyes.

"I love you too, Paul."

I wonder if I mean those words as I close my eyes and dream of tomorrow.