Hawkkeh here! I'm really excited for this story! SO I decided to make another chapter just for you guys! Have anyone ever heard of NaNoWriMo? (National Novel Writing Month), So I'm under 17 so I have to do the young writer's program. The minimum is 2,000 words. 2,000 words is pathetic. So, my goal is 30,000. FYI, my teacher is doing this, and her goal is the same as mine. So this is my practice! BTW I will post my Novel here, so you h=guys can help me edit it. If I can find a topic where it fits! LOL Well, I'll shut up now and let you guys read!

I was awoken by the sound of slow, loud footsteps. Something cold, and very uh, wet, touched my forehead. I moaned and opened my eyes. "Oh you're awake! I'm so so so so sorry for hitting you with that book." What? Oh yeah! I blacked out! I thought stupidly. "Uh who are you?" I asked the person who was holding the ice pack on my head. "Where am I?" I continued. "How'd I get here?" I stopped. The person chuckled and said, "I'm Paul McCartney, I had to carry you here because you blacked out, and you are in the school's infirmary."

"You're Paul McCartney?" I asked. He grinned. "Yep, that's me." I thought for a minute. "Thanks, for the icepack, and for um… bringing me here." Paul stuffed his hands in his leather jacket. "S'alright." He replied. "I was the one that hit you anyways. I stood up from the bed, pushing his hand from the icepack and holding it there myself. "So…what's your name?" "Cadence." I replied. "Where do you live?" he asked.

I looked at him quizzically. "Why would you need to know?" I asked. "I wanted to walk you home…I thought it is the least I can do…because, you know…" He trailed off. I laughed. "Sure! 23 Forthlin Road!" I replied, happy I could remember what the plaque on my front door said.

"Gear!" Paul exclaimed. "I live right across the street!" Holy. Crap. I'm living right across the street from Paul McCartney! It is honestly taking all of my will to not fangirl right then and there.

A lady clad in a white gown walked in. "School is over now. You two can go home." She said in a posh accent. I nodded politely and got up from the bed. Surprisingly, all of my stuff was there, so I didn't have to go into the probably packed halls right now. Probably Paul's doing. I grabbed my school bag. " You ready, love?" Paul asked. I said nothing but nodded in answer, blushing all the while. HE CALLED ME LOVE!

We talked on the way home. He told me all about his life, and even the personal stuff like how his mom died and how it was just him, his dad, and his brother, Mike. I told him all about my life, being extra careful to leaveout stuff that would give away the fact that I'm from the future. Before I knew it, we were right in front of our houses.

"Well, this is my stop!" I said, while smiling. He looked a bit crestfallen, so I said, "Don't worry Paul! I'll get up extra early, so you can pick me up." I winked and pecked him on the cheek. He looked a little startled. Hell, I'm surprised at myself! But, after he had realized that I had kissed him, he smiled like a fool. I quickly darted inside of my house.

"Who was that?" My mom asked. She was sitting on a couch by the window. CRAP! She saw that! " Uh Paul McCartney?" She smirked. "But WHO is that?" I blushed. I finally looked up for the first time since I got home. " Bloody hell Cadence! What 'appened to your forehead?!" "that's why he walked me home…he accidentally hit me with a book. But don't worry, we are just friends."

My mom raised her eyebrows, "Just friends?" I giggled, and she joined in. "I better do my home work mum, he brought me that, since he was still able to go to school." She smiled. "Sure!" She said. "Wait, you missed school?" I turned on my heels and sucked in my cheeks, ready to explain.

I woke up the next morning, thinking I had the best dream ever, until I realized my head throbbed. 'Damn it!" I muttered clutching my forehead. I looked around the room. I saw the same Buddy Holly and Little Richard posters that where there when I went to sleep the previous night. I smiled. Paul McCartney was picking me up today.

I jumped out of my bed and put on my uniform, flats, and brushed my hair. "I better do something nice with my hair." I muttered. I found a flat iron in the restroom and decided to straighten my hair so it looked… decent. I finished off with some mascara and lip-gloss I found in a small drawer in my bathroom.

I looked in the mirror. I looked pretty good. "Caaaaaadence!" My mother called. "Your friend is here. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my bag, and saw Paul. He winked at me and said. "Ready?" I nodded enthusiastically and hurried after Paul as he waked out my door.

We went to our first class together. To everyone, it must've looked like we were a couple, so I understood why I got so many glares from girls in the class. I shrugged it off, said goodbye to Paul, and sat at the same desk that I sat at yesterday. Alexis was already there. She smirked at me and asked, "So you and Paul huh?"

Another 45 terrible minutes later, I was released from hell. Paul's locker was next to mine Yet another reason for girls to be jealous. "So what other classes might we have together?" He snatched my schedule from my hand as I grabbed it from my locker. "Hey!" I protested. He smiled widely. "We have the same schedule! Now you can spend you day with me, lucky girl!" I huffed and grabbed it form his hands. "Gear." I said flatly.

He looked hurt, so I smiled and grabbed his hand. "Don't be such a cry baby!" I teased.

Finally! Lunch! Paul took me to sit with him at his table, with his friends. I looked at Alexis helplessly, she gave me the thumbs up and turned to her other friends, so I guess it's okay. I was dragged from my thoughts when someone interrupted them. "Oi, who's the bird Paul?" I remembered my manners. "I'm Cadence Henshaw." I answered. The boy glared at me and said, "I wasn't asking you stupid! I was asking Paul!"

I shrank back, but them I remembered how sexist boys were, and I realized I have to deal with it. "Shut up Charlie! She's my friend." Paul snapped. Charlie looked like he could care less, and went back to his conversation with a lanky, short boy, who I recognized as George Harrison. I inwardly squealed.

Just then, Paul gestured to him, "That's George, one of my best mates." I smiled warmly at him, and he just gave a weak, bashful smile back. I shrugged, and Paul told me that he could play guitar. "I can play too." Paul boasted. "So what music do you like Cadence?" I jumped because I wasn't expecting the question from Paul, and decided on listing my favorite musicians. "Uh Buddy Holly, Elvis, Little Richard. Ye know, rock and roll?" Paul smiled wide, and smiled even wider when I told him that I play guitar. Charlie and George glanced at me with sudden interest. "A bird who plays guitar… imagine that!" George exclaimed.

How was that? I'd say one of my better pieces. I'm excited to know that some people like my writing pieces! I really do appreciate any reviews, so please leave them for me! Also, if you have anything that you want me to add, like an OC or anything, feel free to let me know and I'll try to find a place for them. XOXO

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