The Beatles Short Stories

Ice Cream (Paul and Julian)

Okay, it's been awhile, huh? Sorry about that! I really just wanted to let you know, before you read, that I've decided to change the format of the future stories in this book. This story being the first to be written in a cleaner manner. I hope you'll like it better! Enjoy!
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"Uncle, Paul?"

"Yes, Jules?" Paul answered as the two turned the corner of one of London's many sidewalks.

"What are Mummy and Daddy doing while we get ice cream?"

"Well, they uh..." Paul trailed off as he scratched his dark-haired head.

He knew exactly where the couple had gone, but he didn't exactly want to tell Julian. You see, John and Cynthia had been going through a rough time. Their marriage was falling into shambles and Paul felt absolutely terrible for them and Julian, especially the latter, for the poor child was so innocently naive to the entire situation.

All of this to say, the place in which John and Cynthia had gone was none other than the attorney's office to file their divorce papers. Now, you can see why Paul was having a bit of trouble with an explanation.

"Well?" Julian pressed with a puzzled, yet almost sad look.

Paul's heart broke then and there and he couldn't help but avoid the truth.

"They're just doing grown-up boring stuff," he answered as he began to snore playfully and feign sleep causing Julian to giggle.

In all reality, Paul was just glad he had made the child laugh.

"You're funny, Uncle Paulie!" Julian giggled as he stopped walking to hug the bassist.

"Aww, so are you, Jules!" Paul smiled back as he ruffled the boy's soft hair.

"Not as funny as you!"

"Well, not everyone can be as funny and amazing as me," the Beatle pretended to brag as he puffed out his chest in pride before winking to an older lady.

"How dare you!" she shrieked as she hit Paul McCartney with her black purse. "Men these days!" she muttered as she continued her walk.

Paul and Julian, instead of suppressing their giggles as they had been before she'd walked past, then busted out into a guffaw.

"Haha! She hit you, Uncle Paul!" Julian laughed.

"I know! I was afraid I'd have to call the police for a moment! You never know what older ladies are capable of, y'know," he whispered to a tickled Julian.

"You're right!" the child agreed as he held Paul's hand, for they were continuing their walk to the ice cream parlor.

"So, Julian. I'm about to ask you a very serious question."

"What is it, Uncle Paul?" Julian asked, now somewhat afraid because of Paul's serious tone.

"Well, I don't know if you can handle it, Jules," Paul answered as he bit his lip.

"You've got to tell me now!" the child begged as he pulled on the Beatle's slender arm.

"Oh, alright. Here it goes then," Paul sighed playfully.

"Okay."

"What kind of ice cream are you planning on having?" the bassist finally said as he looked down at Julian with a look of intense and utter mock seriousness.

Julian just stared at him for a moment with a puzzled look until he calculated that Paul was only joking. He then began to bust out laughing.

"Haha! See? You are as funny as me!" the child smiled.