Hey hey! So, yeah, I dunno where this came from. I don't own the Beatles or Green Day's song... Sooo... blah.

-Jamie

Chapter One- Wake Me Up When September Ends

Paul McCartney rushed down the street to meet Marlene Parker, his first official girlfriend. She'd been acting a bit off since he told her they were going to make it big in the music industry. The chilly September air bit at his nose and cheeks as he rushed towards the black haired beauty. The day was grey and cloudy, but it didn't match Paul's spirit as he approached the girl he knew for sure he loved, even though they'd only been together for one summer.

"Marlene!" He called.

Marlene turned around, her elegant features twisted into one of bitter sadness. She was stunning, even though she'd obviously been crying. He rushed over to her and tried to put an arm around her, but she moved away.

"Please, don't." She said softly.

"Mar, what is it?" Paul asked, suddenly nervous. "Did I do something."

"N-no." Marlene took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "I'm breaking up with you, Paul."

Summer has gone and past, the innocent can never last.

Paul felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach. "W-what? Please tell me you're joking!"

Marlene shook her head, tears spilling down her snow white cheeks. "You're going to be famous. I'm not going to be the one to tie you down. Besides, you're going to be traveling a lot, and I- I can't get hurt over a long distance relationship. They never work."

"We can do this Marlene!" Paul pleaded. "You can trust me, I can trust you!"

Marlene shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, Paul. But this is how it has to be. Think of it this way- I'm just setting you free." She turned and walked away, her shoulders shaking with unheard tears. Rain began to fall, drenching Paul as he watched his first love walk out of his life.

Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars.

Paul couldn't stand it anymore. He turned and ran. He didn't even know where he was going. He just ran until he slipped and hit the ground, the wet pavement and the rain hiding his tears.

He didn't know how long he was laying there, or where he was. He was trembling, soaking wet and crying. He couldn't help it, nor did he care anymore. He couldn't fathom it. Marlene had always been supportive of his dream, but now that he'd reached it, she wanted out?

It hurt. Everything hurt. His body ached from being curled up on the hard sidewalk, the side of his face hurt from the fall, his head hurt from crying, and his heart ached with the absence of Marlene.

Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.

"Macca?" a familiar voice caused Paul to open his eyes. The voice belonged to his best friend and bandmate, George Harrison. "Macca, what the hell are you doing?"

"Marlene…" Was all he could muster. His voice was shot from the wracking sobs.

"Huh? Are you delusional, mate? I'm George, not your girlfriend!"

Paul winced as pain shot through his heart. Girlfriend.

George suddenly seemed to realize what happened. "Oh. Well. C'mon, Paulie, up you get. I can't leave you out to get a cold, Eppy'll have my hide." John heaved his friend up with a little elbow grease and lugged him to his flat.

John watched Paul as he whimpered out every detail of the break up.

However, no matter how bad be felt for Paul, he couldn't ever hate Marlene. She was a sweet girl, and had a level head on her shoulders. She hurt herself for what she thought was best for Paul, and even George had to admire her for that.

"Get some sleep, Paulie." He said gruffly. "You'll need it."

He didn't see Paul pick up a pen and paper. He didn't see Paul write a song that nobody but him would know about. He didn't see Paul cry himself to sleep again.

As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost. Wake me up when September ends.