Every Little Thing (a Paul McCartney Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

The last few days went by at a snail's pace. School was so much duller without Paul, although I still had Emily. I did make a habit of seeing Paul after school, however, but that was the only thing getting me through the days. Today, Paul and I were planning on playing cards after school, so once school had dismissed, I made my way over to his house. I knocked and, this time, Mike opened the door.

"Why, hello Mary! Whatever brings you here?" he said sarcastically.

"Hello, Mike! I'm just here to wash your dishes like every other day. But, I can go if you'd like me to," I said while turning around.

"No, no! I wouldn't want you to leave if you're going to wash the dishes!" he smirked.

"Great, I'll just come on in then," I said as I went ahead inside. I then began to climb the staircase, which received a feigned look of hurt from Mike.

"But, I thought you were going to wash the dishes!" he whined.

"Hey, I didn't say I was doing it today!" I replied as I continued my way up.

"Ahh, clever girl," he breathed.

"Exactly," I called back as I opened Paul's door.

Once inside, I found him sitting up in his bed playing a beaten up guitar. I listened for a moment before making my presence known. What he was playing didn't sound familiar to me, all I knew was that I liked it. Once he stopped playing, I walked in.

"Hi, Paul!" I said cheerfully.

"Hello, Mary. Are you ready to lose at some cards?" he said in his still rough, low voice.

"Woah, woah, woah! I'm ready to play cards, but I'm not ready to lose because that's what you'll be doing!" I replied with much sass intended.

"Wow, that sass never fails! I hope I'm never that sassy!" he laughed.

"You? Sassy? I'd never believe it," I said as we both busted out laughing.

"Yeah, right! Anyways...what game are we playing?"

"I don't know, I thought you'd pick since you're the sickly one," I smiled.

"Very funny," he said as he gave me none other than the look of McCartney sass. I just grinned while he continued. "Why don't we play "Stop the Bus," then?"

"Okay, I'll deal."

And so I dealt three cards for each of us and three in the middle. I then gave each of us three coins to use as tokens. Now, we were ready to begin. We glanced at our cards and I watched as Paul's face looked quite triumphant. I smirked to myself as I watched, though, because I knew that I had the best hand possible.

"Paul, you look pretty happy, but you've still got to trade at least one card," I reminded him while giggling.

"Oh, right. Here it goes then," he said as he grabbed a card from the center before giving up one of his own precious cards. His face then turned to stone, so I couldn't really decipher his feelings.

"My turn!" I said as I grabbed a card from the center before replacing it with one of my other cards. I wasn't all the way happy about my hand but, judging by the look on Paul's face, I figured I had won. "Your turn, Paul."

"Stop the bus!" he suddenly exclaimed, his stoic expression turning to a joyful one.

"But, I thought you were upset!" I cried, confused.

"That's what I wanted you to think. When you play cards with John Lennon, you learn to be sneaky."

"True, true. Well, let's see your cards then," I said as I laid down my ten, Jack, and seven.

"Alright," he replied as he laid down an Ace, nine, and Queen.

"Hey! It was still a pretty close game!" I said in defense.

"But, not close enough for you to win. Now, hand over one of those tokens!" he said dutifully.

"Alright, alright, Napoleon! Sheesh..." I said as I forked over the coin.

"Thank you, now, next round!"

We played the second round and, much to my elation, I beat Paul. He insisted that I cheated, but I assured him I didn't. Now, was the moment of truth--the final round. Whoever won would be the reigning champion of "Stop the Bus."

"It's your go," I told him as we began the round. He nodded before trading two of his cards. "Must be desperate,"   I thought.

Once he had finished his turn, I decided what to do with my hand. I had a seven, a two, and an eight, but would that be enough to beat Paul? I glanced at him, but deduced nothing because his face was expressionless. Finally, I decided to trade the two, in hopes of something obviously better. I ended up drawing a King, which made me very happy indeed.

"Your turn, Paulie," I said smugly.

"Stop the bus!" was what he said in return.

"I can't wait to watch you lose!" I said as we prepared to show our hands.

"In your dreams, Cheeky!"

I replied by sticking out my tongue, which he then copied.

"Whatever," I laughed. "Alright, show your cards in three, two, one...now!"

The cards were then revealed. Paul had a two, a three, and a ten. I glanced back at my cards and realized that I had won! I threw my arms out in victory, but ended up smacking Paul right in the face.

"Ow!" he shrieked.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Paul! Are you alright?" I asked as I rubbed his cheek.

"I'm not sure. I'll think you'll need to kiss it to make it better," he replied in the tone of a four year old.

"You are such a baby! Come here," I said as I leaned in and kissed his hot cheek. "Goodness, Paul, you've still got a fever. You'd think it would let up since it's already been a few days."

"I know. At least I don't feel as bad as before. I was absolutely miserable."

"That's true," I nodded, but then remembered something. "Not to change the subject, but what was that song you were playing before I came in? It was so beautiful."

"Oh, it was nothing really," he said as his face went even deeply red.

"Come on Paul, I heard it and it was wonderful, so, what was it?" I tried again.

"Well, it's not finished yet. But, when it is, you'll be the first to hear it, don't worry."

"Okay, so it's for me then," I said quickly.

"Exactly...I mean, no! I mean..." he stuttered.

"It's too late Paul. You've already given it away! Hahaha!"

"That was mean, Mary! You're a mean person!" he said as he fake cried.

"I know, but you love me don't you?"

"I do, more than I've ever loved anyone...except for Mum and Dad and Mike and..."

"McCartney!" I said as I whacked his arm.

"What?" he pretended to be confused.

"You don't have to name everyone you love more than me!"

"That's not what I was doing, honest!" he mocked.

"Yeah right. I love you too, Paul."

"I love you more."

And with that being said, we leaned in and kissed.

Sorry it was a such a short chapter. Again, I couldn't think of anything to add. Thank you to every one who has voted or commented. You don't know how much I appreciate it. Until next chapter!