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"you spin me round like a record baby"
It was the last day of January, Amelia was glad the month was over as she skipped out of school with Paul by her side. Today they had agreed to go to a record shop and pick out a few albums.
Kicking around the snow on the sidewalk Amelia sighed, "I cant wait for winter to be over and for summer to begin!" the cold air nipped at pauls nose as he looked over and gave the girl a closed-mouth smile.
"I agree!" Paul tucked his coat tighter around him, "Have you heard the new song Diana?" he questioned looking over at the shorter person next to him.
"By Paul Anka?" he nodded his head before she continued, "He's really attractive, y'know."
Paul looked down at the ground and continued walking, "Of course, you're the better looking Paul." Amelia nudged him with her elbow gently which brought a smile up onto his cold face.
"Yeah okay," an arm had flung around her shoulder to pull her closely into him, Amelia's usually quiet voice let out a loud shriek in surprise as he messed up her pinned back hair.
Making way into the record shop as fast as the two could, they were met with the familiar smell of sandal wood. Amelia's eyes traveled around the store, overwhelmed by the view of hundreds of albums. She was quickly shaken out of her gaze by Paul yanking her over to the "new album" section.
In front of them sat some Buddy, Little Richard, Fats Domino, Ben E. King, Elvis, and some other big people in the musical industry.
The girls gentle hand picked up the Ben E. King record and looked over the list of songs on the album. Being impressed with the songs that were on it, Amelia tucked it under her arm before looking at the one titled "Elvis."
The blonde walked up behind the dark haired boy and rested her chin on his shoulder to see what he had been looking at. In his large hands he held a Little Ritchie album. "You want it?" she asked turning her head to look at the side of his face.
A shiver went down his spine as her hot breath blew onto his neck. "I don't have any money with me." Paul spoke turning his head slightly to look back at her.
"It's no problem, I'll get it for you, I have the money." before Paul could respond, Amelia had snatched the vinyl straight out of his hand and made her way over to the front counter where a golden blonde haired boy sat.
Amelia set her records on the counter and looked up to see the boy looking at her, "You go to Quarry Bank right?" he asked with a quirked brow.
She put the records down before inspecting the boy, he had golden hair that was swept off to the side and brown eyes, his tan skin had freckles covering over his nose and under his eyes. "Yeah I do, you?"
He quickly nodded before writing down the purchases that were about to be made, "You going to the dance in a few weeks?"
"Depends, might go with a friend possibly a date, don't know yet." her words flowed out truthfully, since the dance in the next up coming weeks was gonna be a Valentine's day dance, she didn't really wanna go without a date.
"Ah, I see," he said not looking up, "I'm Alexander by the way." his eyes flicker up to meet her blue ones and she smiled, "Amelia."
Paul from the other side of the store wondered what was taking so long so he made us way to the front. That's when his attention went to a good looking boy talking to the girl he had grown up with. As he marched forward, his chubby cheeks slightly turned pink from jealousy.
Walking up behind Amelia, he gently placed his left hand on her hip. Alexander looked at Paul before looking back to Amelia, "It'll be two quid." digging in her pocket Amelia took out two single notes and handing it over the counter.
Receiving the change back, the worker handed the bag of records to Amelia and gave the change to her, "Have a good day!"
Paul quickly ushered Amelia out of the store as fast as he could, "What's up with you?" the blue eyed girl asked, giving Paul a confused look.
"Uh, nothing! Just want to get home and listen to the records, thank you by the way!" the words quickly rushed out of his mouth. Amelia gave him a weird look before muttering a 'you're welcome.'
As paul dragged the girl up to his room, he didn't bother to see if his brother or father was home. As they made it upstairs, the two of them took off their coats and gloves, setting them down on Paul's twin bed.
The young Saunders opened up her Ben E. King record and placed it on the small record player before setting the needle down onto the lined vinyl. Sitting down on Paul's floor, her body laid down on the fuzzy rug that was on top of the wooden planks. Dainty fingers danced to the opening beat of the song as Paul laid down next to her, not to close - but not too far.
'You are my first love My first and last love We'll make this love last forever'
Blue eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the words coming out of the singers mouth and through the speaker.
'We'll prove a love as Young as spring keeps growing Even though the chill November winds keep blowing'
As the McCartney boy laid close to the girl next door, he realized how content he felt. Earlier he didn't understand why he got so jealous over little things but now he think he knew.
First it was the words spoken at the diner that had kept him awake at night. Followed by the New years kiss that he didn't know how to feel about. While today he had just felt pure jealousy in it's finest form.
'We'll show that two hearts Two young but true hearts Can do what few hearts Have done before'
Amelia turned her head to look at Paul but soon realized that he was already looking at her. A small smile came upon her face as the song continued on. The two of them inched closer to each other, not noticing their own actions.
'Till the sun grows cold Till time stands still We'll feel the magic thrill Of our first love'
Their warm noses brushing against each other gently, bringing back the familiar feeling from their past kiss. The opposites warm breaths fanned against their pink cheeks which had been nipped by the cold moments earlier, bringing in an even warmer feeling to their bodies.
"Paul, guess what!" the two were interrupted by the youngest McCartney barging into the room.
His eyes hidden behind his glasses widened as he realized what he had walked into, "Woah! Dad guess what!"
As Paul pulled away quickly, he had flashed an apologetic look before getting up to chase his brother. Faint shouts of Paul telling Mike to keep his mouth shut were heard across the house.
Amelia rolled her head back to the position she was originally in. Opening her eyes she let out a puff of air that she didn't know that she was holding. What the hell was going on?
