Please Please Me * McLennon * DISCONTINUED

eleven

"Yer know," Paul murmurs, stabbing random pieces of food on his plate with his fork as he watches me through his long, girly lashes. "there's still quite a bit i don't know about yer yet, Johnny." He grins and i chuckle, sighing a bit.

"Well, whatcha want to know? I warn yer, I'm really not all that interesting." i smirk and he stuffs his mouth full of food. I was surprised at how much this skinny lad ate.

"How old yer are is a start." he chuckles. To be honest i had forget that he didn't know these little things about me and vice versa. Everything had gone so quickly between us that i was used to assuming i knew everything about the younger lad in front of me.

"'m twenty-one." i say and his eyes go wide and he chokes on his mouthful in shock.

"No joke?" he gawks and i frown, nodding.

"Why? Did yer not expect that?"

"To be completely honest with yer, i thought yer were almost thirty!" he laughs loudly, and i cough on a chip i was about to swallow. "Yer just act a bit older, i guess." he giggles at my expression, which is completely dumb-founded. "But that's okay, i don't mind older men." He winks and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making me laugh.

"Well how old are yer then, eh?" i ask.

"Eighteen." he replies and now it's my turn to act all shocked.

"What?" i cry. I was not expecting that one bit. It seemed like all his experiences had aged him a bit. Of course he was still very youthful looking, but eighteen. It actually made me a bit sick, knowing all that he'd been through at such a young age. In fact i probably didn'y even know the half of what Paul had been through. "I thought yer were a lot older."

"Well i look like a tweleve year old who isn't a mile near puberty so yer could have thought i was that much older." he sniggers, and i laugh a his little remark.

"To be real with yer, thought yer were twenty-one as well." i laugh, and a comfortable silence forms around us after that, the only noise being from the other lads inside the house.

"I also don't know yer surname..." Paul says suddenly and i chuckle a little.

"John Lennon." i respond and he smiles comically.

"Yer sound like some sort of exotic rock star." he grins and i raise my eyesbrow in amusement.

"I wish. How about yer?"

"Mr. James Paul McCartney at yer service." he says, pulling on a fake posh accent and pretending to fix a little bow tie on his collar, which i can't help but giggle like a little kid at him.

"Well, yer sound like yer sound be a knight. Sir. Paul McCartney." i laugh. "Although yer don't look at all like a James."

"Yeah, i know. that's why i went with Paul." he says, pushing his empty plate away and sitting back in his chair, pulling his hands to rest behind his head. "Well then, Mr. John Lennon, got any family?" he asks and i nod, wiping my mouth with my sleeve and coping his posture.

"'ve got me Aunt Mimi, and a little lad running around somewhere-"

"Yer're a Pop?" he cries, his eyesbrows raised in shock, making me chuckle and nod slowly.

"Got me old bird pregnant, but we didn't end up working out. 'er name was Cynthia, and the kid's name is Julian." i say and he nods, a thoughtful expression laying on his face.

"Yer ever wonder where the kid is?" he asks, and i shrug, crossing my arm tightly over my chest.

"Not really. Last i heard, Cyndy was with another fella, so 'e's got a Dad with 'im." I hadn't really though about Jules in a long time. I had been pretty young when it had all happened, probably Paul's age, but i trusted Cyndy to make sure he was doing alright. She was a nice enough girl, but was everything i wasn't and our expectations for each other were completely different. She wanted yer average, working-class hero type of fella to look after her and Jules, and i wanted a strong bird who could handle herself. But we had both moved on. "Yer said yer had a brother and Dad." i say, recalling the breif time we talked on the beach.