In My Life, I Love You More (The Beatles)

Chapter 10

Well this isn't good.

Paul left, and said he was going to just have a night out with some friends. He asked me if I wanted to join, but I had to say no. He had already seen it coming, so he wasn't that upset with it.

Before he walked out the door, he asked me if I would actually give him a chance one day, and all I could say was, "You never know... hell, I don't even know."

He laughed, and told me to think about it before shutting the door, and leaving.

Well now I have a huge dilemma. I love John. And I love Paul, but more like a brother than a lover... I just can't see myself with him like the way he wants us to be. But John on the other hand makes me feel excited and elated whenever I see him.

Even when someone says his name, a rush of adrenaline flows through me, and all I think about is him. He does something to me, that I don't understand at all. No other man has had this affect on me.

And, even though I'm not a huge believer in destiny, or fate, the way John makes me feel should say something. It should mean something...

And now I'm involved with two of them...

Maybe... maybe I have to break the news to Paul that I just won't love him, the way he loves me. I can't lead him on, that's wrong. And just acting like it's going to happen would be frustrating for the both of us.

But once I tell him that, I just know he's gonna get hurt when he sees me and John hanging around each other more than usual.

Why? Why did I have to do this to them? This is what everyone needs to avoid. A love triangle.

Those are always messy, difficult, and a literal pain in the ass.

Only one other time did I get myself into a love triangle. Except I was one of this guy's "choices". He did end up with me, but now that I look back, he would have done so much better with the other chick...

But that's a different story, for a different time. Right now, I have to figure things out...

My phone rang, and I ran to answer it. I picked it up, saying the usual, "Hello?"

"Amber, it's me,"

"What? Who? John?"

"Yes, I need help..."

"Are you okay, what's going on?!"

"Just please come over..."

He had hung up after that... I freaked out and grabbed a jacket before running out. Not realizing that I didn't grab my keys before running out, I had to run back to the flat to grab them.

The door had closed and locked me out. Well shit!

I saw Paul rolling back into his driveway, and I ran to his car.

He saw me, and got out immediately, holding my shoulders to calm me down, "Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, but John needs help." I was panicking, and couldn't breathe correctly. "Let's... just please...go!"

Paul nodded and put me in his car. I wanted to hug my knees, but I had a dress on unfortunately. He looked at me with worry, and then started driving faster to John's house.

"Amber, what's wrong with John?!"

"I don't ...know. He wouldn't ...say,"

"What did he say?!"

"That he just...needed help."

Paul sighed and pressed on the gas a little more. We were going very fast now, but it's an emergency.