Every Little Thing (a Paul McCartney Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

"Paul, is that a joke?"

"Is what a joke?"

"That you ran all this way to ask me about homework," I said while crossing my arms.

"Um, yes. I just wanted you to take a look at it before tomorrow's class, that's all."

"Oh," I replied disappointedly. "Give it here then."

He then looked at me with a highly amused look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"I got you!"

"Whatever do you mean, McCartney?" (I was getting irritated now.)

"I got you because you really believed that I came all this way over homework!" he said as he doubled over laughing.

"But, that's what you just told me!" I asked confusedly.

"I was lying! No, I really wanted to ask you something else. Something I just became aware of after you left."

"And what is this 'something'?

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go to the dance with me. Y'know, the one in a couple of weeks," he said nervously while playing with his hands.

"Oh, Paul. I'll have to take a look at my calendar, just to make sure I don't already have plans. But, if I don't, I think I'd be able to go with you," I said somewhat sarcastically, for I was trying to act like I was playing hard to get.

"Are you sure you'd like to go with me? I mean, you could always go with John..." he smirked, obviously thinking I would scoff at such a notion.

"Actually, Paul, I didn't think of that. I might actually want to go with John."

"Are you serious?" he asked as his mouth dropped to the sidewalk below.

"What's wrong with that?"

"But, I just thought..."

"Paul, I'm joking!" I said while smacking his arm. " I would love to go with you!"

"Oh, thank goodness! I was really getting worried there for a second," he said as he took a deep breath.

"You should know me better than that!"

"You're right. I guess I'm just that gullible."

"You guess?"

"Touché!" he said, obviously quite amused.

"You got that right!" I said as I hit his shoulder.

"My gosh, I didn't realize you could be so cheeky!"

"I guess I'm just full of surprises," I said with a sly smirk.

"Okay, now I'm afraid."

"You should be. Now get outta here McCartney! You've got a brother waiting for you at home!"

"Yes, mum!" he cried while saluting me.

"You are so full of it, Paul!"

"I know," he replied as he turned around to head home. "See ya on Monday, Cheeky...I mean Mary!"

"Bye, Princess...I mean Paul!" I yelled back.

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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The next day, which was Saturday (thank goodness!), I ran down the stairs to the living room to find my mum reading a book while drinking a cup of tea. I really wanted to tell her about the dance because I really didn't have anything to wear. I (for some reason) had a hard time discussing such topics with her, so, right now, I was a little nervous. I walked in and sat down next to her.