The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

No Reply (Chapter 28)

"So, Mrs. McCartney, how do you find the married life?" The young man asks this as I scan the backstage. I simply look at him and think for a while.

I imagined the backstage to be a bit more....clean. I scan a few posters of Paul and George, along with the other members on the wall. I turn my attention back to the blonde haired man.

"Not much different." I state, making him chuckle.

"Well, how did you and Paul meet?" His eyes scan mine as I follow his speech. I wonder if there is a wrong way to answe these questions so I decide to keep them short and simple.

"During school. We were kids, you know, always planned on getting married."

Keith jots down my response on a notepad, causing me to shift in my seat. It wasn't entirely a lie - although it wasn't entirely the truth either. I hear the boys playing All My Loving and I tap my finger along with it.

"What's your-"

"I've got an idea." I interrupt. "Why don't we go out for a walk, it's quite stuffy in here." I don't really want to answer any more questions, and I would much rather see Paul perform.

"A walk? I don't mean to be a downer, but this is serious for my career." He looks at me with pleading eyes and I know what I must do.

I look at the man and sigh.

"How much longer?"

"One more question is all, I swear." He says, shifting through his papers. I feel somewhat bad for him, but I am not too fond of the press. If they publish papers about George and I, then they cannot be too concerned about my feelings.

"Is anything going on between you and George Harrison?"

I stare at Keith and furrow my eyebrows. It was almost like he read my mind.

"Of course not. I love Paul and that's it." I reply, a bit harshly as he looks at me wide eyed. He smiles before writing down my response. I hope I didn't say anything I will regret.

"Alright, that's all I need. Check the papers tomorrow morning." He says, putting on his coat and exiting the small room. He seemed pretty keen on leaving fast and I sigh. How do people become so busy anyways? I always take my time and maybe that's weird.

"I will." I say, watching him leave as I put my head in my hands. I shouldn't have gotten so riled up from the last question.

"That was a great performance boys!" I hear a voice say from outside as I lift my head up.

"Don't tell me twice." A voice recognizable as John says.

I quickly stand up, patting my skirt as I start to put my coat on. The door opens as the boys see me.

"Carol, why are you here...?" Paul asks, rather scared like as I analyze his features.

"I lad asked for an interview was all. Sorry for the bother." I say, walking past Paul and into the hallway where I see George. I thought Paul would be happier to see me, but I smile as I see George.

I wave hi as I notice he's speaking with a tall, slim woman with black hair. She looks stunning and I look away quickly.

I quickly put my hand down as my stomach rises in anger. Why am I angry? He's George Harrison and I'm Carol Simons McCartney.

"Carol?" A voice behind me asks, holding me close from behind.

"Yes?" I say, smiling and trying to hide the tears that threaten to fall. I have no idea why I care so much about George and the woman he was with.

"Let's go out tonight. Come on." Paul says, turning me to face him. He looks awfully tired and sweaty - most likely from the performance he just gave.

"O..ok" My voice wavers a bit as Paul looks more concerned.

"Let's get out of here." Paul says, looking around nervously as we leave the area. It stopped snowing and I shiver slightly. I wonder where he is taking me. It keeps my mind off George which is good.

"Let's spend Christmas together." Paul says, still looking up. "You and me, by a warm cozy fire, that's what I'm looking forward to."

"That would be darling." I say, smiling slightly although my stomach still has butterflies in it. Why must my mind think about things I would rather not? George and the woman are most likely doing things that...well...I don't think should concern me. I cough slightly as my thought as interrupted.

"You sick Carol?"

I nod, laughing as Paul holds my hand. He must of had a rough day, considering he just performed for so many people. I shouldn't make it any harder on him.

"I got you something really special." He says, wrapping his scarf around me and kissing my nose. I chuckle a bit as it tickles and Paul smiles back at me.

"Let me have a guess." I say, opening my eyes as they're very close to his. I feel his eyes soften as he smiles.

"No, no, no." He grins.

I pout as Paul grabs my hand, turning me into a diner as he closes the door. He always likes playing these games and part of me does too. He really does show me my childish side.

"Why?" I ask, sitting down at a booth. Paul joins me as he slips off his jacket slowly. I wonder if he's alright without a disguise on.

"Cause its a secret, darling."

Is this what he's been hiding from me?

A waitress takes our orders as I look out the window. She giggles a bit as Paul orders for the both of us and I let my eyes wander for a bit. It's absolutely beautiful outside.

"It's quite beautiful." I say, smiling. Paul looks at me and nods as the waitress leaves quickly. I hope that means we will get our food faster.

"You are."

I feel my face turn red as I hide my face slightly. I was not expecting Paul to say that.

Our food arrives and I start to eat, Paul and I playing with each other's feet. I guess this is better than being upset about George. I hope he's having fun with that girl - he deserves it.

"Attention, attention! The city has been informed of a potential blackout tonight." I hear the radio nearby say. Paul and I turn our attention to it quickly as the whole restaurant falls silent for a second.

"Blackout? Is it snowing that much?" Paul says, furrowing his eyebrows. I wonder the same thing as I finish off my food.

"I wouldn't worry." I say, finishing off my meal as I place some money down to pay. Paul looks at it and smiles. He probably wonders where I got it from but my mother has been sending me small envelopes with some cash.

"I feel bad." Paul says, "I know how afraid of the dark you were as a kid."

I look up at him and smile a little wider. How does he remember such little things?

"You'd run into my arms crying as I tried to comfort you." Paul smiles a bit as he slips his coat on.

"Hush now." I tease, standing up and walking outside with Paul. I was starting to get tired of sitting around.

"It's true."

I look at Paul and kiss his cheek. I ought to give him a little something for his careful thought.

"I know."

We walk abit more until we reach our hotel.

"I'm sorry, love. I'm working with John tonight." Paul says, heading upstairs. Of course, I should have known that. He gives me a long kiss before heading up. I smile to myself as I watch him walk away from me. I ought to get upstairs before it gets dark outside.

I trip onto the floor as I look up, and I see George. I stand up and extend my hand before taking it back quickly. George is with another girl.

And their lips are locked.