Every Little Thing (a Paul McCartney Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Liverpool, 1958

Me and my friend, Emily, had decided to spend the day shopping around town. To be honest, I really needed a break from school and my boring life in general. I was quite thankful for Emily because, without her, I wouldn't have any friends. I wasn't the type of person to jump straight into a situation, especially social ones. Right now, I was just happy to be out having fun with my friend.

We had already been to a few clothing stores, but had no such luck. Emily decided that we should go to the new record shop that had opened on Penny Lane. I agreed and we hopped in her cherry red Chevrolet and cruised right down to Penny Lane. Once we arrived, I got my purse and Emily and I walked through the shiny, glass doors. Once we had gone inside, I was immediately awestruck. They had so many records! I looked at Emily and she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"They sure have a lot of records, don't they Mary?" she said as she tugged at my sleeve.

"Sure do," I agreed. "Let's start looking."

"Okay."

I immediately beelined over to the Little Richard section while Emily headed over to the Elvis Presley section. I picked up an album and began to glance down at the song list when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Someone else was standing beside me. I discreetly looked up to find a boy, about my age, also looking at a Little Richard album. He had dark hair and was wearing a clean, white shirt under a shiny leather jacket. To be honest, he was quite handsome. He must have noticed me looking at him, for he looked up from his record and faced me.

"Do you like Little Richard too?" he asked kindly.

"Yes, I'm taking it you do as well," I said, trying not to blush.

"Of course, he's amazing! I'd give anything to be half as good as him!"

"Are you into music?" I asked as I looked into his big hazel eyes. (Boy, were they dreamy!)

"Yes, I mean, I'm in a band called The Quarrymen."

"That's neat! I like music too, except I don't really know how to play any instruments, although I'd like to."

"Well, maybe I could teach you Miss..."

"Oh, how rude of me! My name is Mary Perkins," I replied, embarrassed.

"Mary, that was my mother's name," he replied quietly. (I swear I could see tears forming in his eyes, though.) "My name is Paul McCartney. It's nice to meet you," he said as he shook my hand.

"Is your mother..."

"She passed away when I was 14," he finished for me, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"I'm very sorry for your loss."

"It's alright. Anyways, you'd like to learn an instrument?" he quickly changed conversation, which I didn't blame him for.

"Yes, but I wouldn't know where to start."

"Don't worry, I could teach you some chords on the piano. My dad always said if you could play piano you could play any instrument."

"That's very sweet of you, but we hardly know each other." (I knew that's what my mum would want me to say)

"Well, something has to be done about that!" he said as he hit his fist into his hand. "Would you like to grab a cuppa tea with me, Mary?"

"Um, well. (What do I do?!) Okay." (This was so unlike me!)

"Great!" he beamed.

At that moment, Emily walked back over to me and Paul holding an Elvis album in her hand.