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EMMA'S POV-

I sighed and sat down at the table of the diner with Paul.

"so why did George not want to come?" I asked frowning.

"He said he didn't think Nichole would come." Paul said with a sigh, "And he was right."

"Yeah I'm sorry about her." I said biting my lip, "She's just really shy."

"I'm not the one who wants to hang out with her." Paul shrugged, "George thinks she's pretty gear, even though she'll barely speak to him."

"Well George is her favorite Beatles and she always talks about meeting him." I said, "now that she has the chance to she's being stubborn and won't."

"Doesn't make much sense to me." Paul said with a light laugh . I shrugged, "Anyway, let's not talk about them anymore."

I nodded, "OK, what do you want to talk about...?"

NICHOLE'S POV-

I kept my gaze on the ground as George and I walked toward the cafe. I could barely believe he'd bumped into me, and I knew my face had to be a brilliant shade of red. I felt George grab my hand and I felt like pulling my hand back. I didn't but I nearly did.

"How come you're looking at the sidewalk?" he asked casually. I flushed and looked straight ahead instead. I couldn't look at him.

"I dunno." I squeaked. I bit my lip and we continued to walk. When we got to the cafe, George opened the door for me and he pulled out my chair when we sat down at a table. I was surprised by this, but he didn't seem to notice.

"OK, Nichole." George said, "You aren't gonna freak out if I try and talk to you right?" I blushed and tried not o giggle.

"No, I won't," I said, "Go ahead." He grinned.

"OK, tell me something about yourself then." he said. He leaned his chin on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow. He seemed rather interested in me.

"OK, My name's Nichole Boyd. My cousin Pattie's mum is my dad's sister. Um I just moved her from Manchester with Emma who's a model like Pattie." I said, unsure of what to say.

"What do you do?" he asked. He gave me a comforting smile.

"I work at the music shop my my apartment." I said blushing.

"Do you like music?" he asked as a waitress walked up. She took one look at George and nearly shrieked. She was trying to keep her composure, very much like I was.

"Sorry to interrupt, but what can I get you two?" she asked batting her eyelashes at George.

"Um, I don't really know, love." George said politely, "What's good here?"

The waitress shrugged, "Well our fish and chips are good, even though we're a cafe we still have them."

"Alright, I'll have that with some tea." George said. The girl smiled and nodded as she wrote down his order. She then walked off.

"She didn't take my order." I said making a face. George made a face at the girl as she walked away, swinging her hips the whole way.

"You can have mine then." George offered. I laughed.

"We'll share it then." I said smiling, "You can have the tea though." George laughed and nodded.

A few minutes later, the waitress came back and gave George his food. He gave her a fake smile and she giggled loudly as she walked away. I rolled my eyes.

"Some people." I muttered. George pushed his plate of fish and chips to the middle of the table and I picked up some of the chips.

"OK, What kind of music do you like best, love?" George asked picking up his tea and taking a sip. I shrugged.

"Anything really. As long as you can dance to it and it's fun to sing." I said.

"Do you sing?"

I nodded, "Yeah, but I don't think I'm very good." I said with a light laugh.

"I'm sure you're brilliant!" george said shaking his head.

"Well I used to sing at this little place in Manchester before I moved. It only paid a few dollars, but it was great fun." I said. George shrugged.

"Do you play any instruments?" He asked.

"Oh I play the Piano and I learned how to play the flute growing up." I said making a face, "I know, its nothing you can play in a band or anything."

"Well Paul plays the piano." George shrugged, "He's been trying to teach John. We have piano in some of our songs."

"I know." I said with a bit of a blush, "I do have a lot of your albums."

"Good!" George said, "We need someone to listen to out music!"

I rolled my eyes, "Because no one does," I said ,putting lots of sarcasm into my voice. George laughed as we finished off the chips.

"Do you want to fish?" I asked making a face. He shook his head.

"Do you?" he asked raising his eyebrows. I shook my head.

"Don't like fish too much." I said. George nodded and called the waitress over. She batted her eyelashes at George again.

"What can I do for you?" she asked with a flirtatious look.

"Um, Well first I would like to pay for the food and second, don't expect a tip." george said with a strange smile. She pouted a little.

"How come?" she asked putting her hands on her hips.

"You didn't even look at my friend." George gestured to me and the girl huffed before walking away. I laughed and George giggled.

"No tip?" I asked, "That's a little harsh."

"She ignored you!" George laughed.

"You didn't expect her to?" I asked "I'm sitting here at a table eating with george Harrison and you think a girl's gonna talk me over you?"

George shrugged as a guy came over and gave us the check. He smiled at me before turning around and walking away again. George grinned.

"So is that why he didn't even notice me?" he asked, "Because you're with me, the great george Harrison?"

I rolled my eyes, "No he didn't notice you because I'm a girl and he's a boy. He doesn't care that you're George Harrison." I laughed. George sighed teasingly and looked at the check.

I picked up my purse to get some money out, but he stopped me.

"You didn't order anything," he said pulling out the required amount.

"But I ate some of it." I protested. He shrugged.

"But the guy pays on the first date." he said with a light smirk. I giggled and blushed as he put the money down on the table. He stood up and took my hand.

We walked out of the cafe, holding hands. This was quite exciting for me. He walked me home and he walked me up to my apartment.

"So maybe I could see you again?" George asked, becoming nervous as he grabbed both my hands.

"Maybe," I said with a grin, "Call me?"

he smiled and nodded, "I will." he said. He kissed my cheek and I bit my lip as he pulled back. We looked at each other for a second before he leaned back down, pressing his lips to mine lightly. It was a short kiss, but it was soft and sweet. I grinned at him.

"Bye Nichole." he said softly before turning and walking away. I sighed and went inside.

EMMA'S POV-

Paul walked me home and I noticed it was getting dark. I wondered if Nichole got back alright as Paul walked me upstairs.

"I had loads of fun." I said hopefully. Paul nodded ad smiled.

"Me too, love" He said, "Maybe next time we can get George and Nichole along." I giggled and nodded.

"I'll work on it." I said, "Um, so I'll see you later then?" He nodded and pulled me closer.

"Most definitely." he said before kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back and we jumped apart when the door to my apartment opened.

"Oh, sorry, Em." Nichole said shutting the door quickly. Paul laughed and kissed me again.

"I'll call you." he said gently. I nodded and went inside as he walked away. I squealed as soon as I as inside.

"Oh. My. Gosh!" I yelled, "Paul McCartney, my most favorite person in the universe, kissed me!" Nichole laughed form the couch.

"Sorry I interrupted," She said, "I was going to look for you."

"Oh well I was outside the door." I said giggling.

"Duh." she said rolling her eyes, "So come over here. I have to tell you something!"

I hurried over to her and sat down on the coffee table so we were facing each other, "What?" I asked excitedly.

"OK, so you know how I said I wasn't going and I left?" she said. I nodded and motioned for her to go on, "Well, I bumped into someone, and you'll never ever guess who it was."

"Who was it? Who was it?" I asked childishly. Nichole giggled.

"It was George!" She said. I laughed, "And he wanted to come with me to the cafe. He and I shared fish and chips and we talked about stuff."

"And you didn't embarrass yourself?" I asked smugly. She rolled her eyes.

"I did, but only a couple times and he didn't care." she said grinning, "He's really nice! Though he didn't tip the waitress at the cafe because she was rude to me, but that was nice to me! And he held my hand on the way back!"

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed loudly, "I can't believe it! You said you didn't want to see him and he bumped into you on the street? It's fate!" I said.

She laughed, "And guess what?" she said like an excited teenager.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, "What?" I asked.

"He told me he'd call me and then he kissed me." she said with a dream like sigh.

"Someone's in love." I mumbled, "I'm going to bed, G'night!" She giggled and said goodnight as I got into bed and went to sleep.