back to you ◦ mccartney

four

"fireworks"

New year's eve quickly approached, everyone was excited as ever to make way into the brand new year. Amelia looked through her closet trying to find something nice to wear, so far this had gotten her nowhere besides having a large pile of clothes placed next to her on the floor. Groaning in defeat, the blonde fell back onto her bed that she had wanted to stay in for the night. But of course, she couldn't spend new years alone, everyone would be out having the time of their lives as she sulked because there was no good outfit to wear. On top of that, tonight was the night that she wanted to have her first kiss and maybe even meet a nice guy that she could go steady with. But with her luck, she knew it wasn't going to turn out that way based on how the day had been going for her so far.

As if a lightbulb went off in her head, Amelia jumped up and tripped over the clothes lying on her floor to get to her dresser that was across from the end of her bed. Pulling out red gingham sweetheart top along with a black skirt that landed above her knees, she had decided to try them on. The top very nicely made her curves pop out, although she was fourteen- she seemed to have quite a bit of cleavage, or at least more than the other girls her age had- he shirt definitely helped defined her chest a bit more. There was nothing too special about the skirt, besides the fact that it had shown off more skin. 

Boring collar bone length hair had quickly turned into curls as Amelia proceeded to get ready for the night ahead of her. With one side of her hair pinned back slightly, her face had worn some mascara- not enough to look tacky but to look elegant, a small bit of blush to give off a more innocent look and some red lipstick to stand out more. 

A pair of black heels slipped on before the short girl made way downstairs to say goodbye to her parents which she would end up seeing later anyways. "Woah, who are you?" her mother jokingly spoke giving the girl a quick look over, "You look so beautiful my darling! Which guy are you trying to impress tonight?" Bethany asked with a wink added on.

Amelia's hands went to her face quickly to cover her now red cheeks, "No one mum! I just want to look nice." Her mother didn't know the girls planned antics for tonight and she really hoped to god that she wouldn't find out. The blonde wanted to let loose, what better way is there to do that than to drink some alcohol? Of course, she would probably only have one drink since she has never consumed the beverage before in her life. It was Paul and George's idea to have a little fun, seeing other adults drink or hearing the kids at school talk about it made the three of them very curious. 

"Well, I'm going to head over there now just so you're aware. When are you guys gonna be over?" She questioned with curious eyes, mostly just wanting to know so she wouldn't get caught drinking right off the bat.

Bethany sat down on the wooden steps to put her shoes on before speaking, "Within the next ten minutes, the sitter for your brother is on her way." Scott was Amelia's younger brother by ten years, it was a big age gap but they resembled each other significantly. With a quick nod, the teenager was out of the house in a heartbeat, it only took a few steps to make her way to the McCartney household. 

Right as the front door opened allowing her to walk inside, she was greeted with an already drunk paul and a tipsy George. "Ello luv!" paul slurred, his breath smelt of pure beer- which honestly wasn't that appealing in the slightest, "Let's get you a drink, you'll love it I promise!"

Amelia let out a nervous laugh as her eyes met with George's, "I 'avent seen you in awhile!" his fang-like teeth appeared as a smile formed on his face, " how 'ave you been?" At that moment, Paul had been dragging the two up the stairs and into his room where he had put the drinks he had taken from the kitchen.