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Aimee's POV
Paul and I walked outside, and I let go of his hand, trying not to blush when he held on.
"So, tell me about yourself." Paul looked over at me.
"Okay, I am nineteen. You knew that. My favorite animal is Clifford, because he is a big red dog, my favorite color is blue, I hate giggling, my favorite food is Asian stir fry, my favorite band is... You don't need to know that, and I have a dad and a brother." I let out in one large breath.
"What happened to you're mum?"
Crap. I was hoping he wouldn't say that. "Uh, she died..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he stopped and put an arm on my shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" I looked away. I don't want to have to look in his eyes. He could see right through me, he's just that kind of person.
"No."
"You sure?"
I didn't want to cry. I had been doing so good! Not crying, holding it in. But around Paul, I felt like I could be weak, just for a little while, and he would be strong for me. I sniffed and averted my gaze to the ground. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes.
3rd Person POV
"I'm right here, listening," Paul whispered.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. "Alright."
The couple moved to a nearby bench and Aimee took in a breath. "It was just like every other day."
FLASHBACK
Aimee and her mother got into the car, Mrs. O'Hare in the drivers seat, and Aimee, her youngest child, in the back, right behind the passenger seat. Aimee reached forward and turned on the radio.
"Mom, it's your favorite song!" She yelled, singing along to 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by the Beatles.
Mother and daughter sang along to the music, but Mrs. O'Hare still kept her eyes glued to the road. They stopped at the turn to go to the local grocery store. Mrs. O'Hare nearly had to come out of her seat to look both ways, with her height being as short as it was. Her shoulder length, curly auburn hair grazed the steering wheel as she sat back down, and she turned the corner slowly. Her oldest son, Rilee, always said she was so careful, it hurt to watch her drive, but she always scolded him that he was just being to careless. In truth, she just wanted her kids to be safe when she was driving. She loved her kids more than anything, and would hate to be the one that hurt them.
As they pulled out and onto the main road, a big four door pickup truck that was going way too fast smashed into the O'Hare's small Accent car.
Mrs. O'Hare blacked out instantly, and cuts ran across her beautiful face and blood stained her white blouse and jeans.
Aimee, however, was concious, having been in the opposite side the car got hit. She felt her face for cuts, and, though she wouldn't admit it, to see if she was still alive. She noticed a small gash on her forehead just as the drunken man slammed his truck's door shut. Aimee looked out the now bent in window, and slipped from her seat to squat down in the floor of the car. She chanced a glance towards the man, and saw that he held a pistol in his bruised right hand. She forced herself not to cry and stuck her head back to where it couldn't be seen.
She waited for the inevitable gun shot.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Then, she heard it. She waited for a few moments to feel the pain she was sure she would feel. When she realized she herself hadn't been shot, panic shot through her and she frantically looked at her mother. Her mother had no bullet holes. She looked over at the man, and she saw him.
On the ground.
Her eyes widened as she saw the man lying on the dark, paved road, with a distinct hole in his temple. She placed a shaky hand on her mouth to silence a scream.
Then, she heard the sirens.
Three police cars, a firetruck, and two ambulances surrounded the area.
Two police officers, one dark skinned and the other fair complected, focused on getting the only concious one out first, while a young paramedic checked the man lying on the ground for a pulse.
The police officers opened the car for both of the women to be lifted out, and no one said anything. Everyone went about their work quietly.
The darker man lifted the younger girl out, and noted her bravery. Her gaze never left her mother, who was being put in an ambulance, but she wasn't crying. He asked her if she was alright first, and she nodded. He then asked if she had seen anything, and she paused before nodding again. Though she was brave, he could tell she was absolutely terrified, so he left her be for the time being. She asked if she could go with her mother to the hospital, and he complied. She then headed for the ambulance, then, turning back, she smiled.
"Thank you."
END OF FLASHBACK
By this time, Paul was holding Aimee tightly, and letting her tears soak his shirt. He stroked her hair and shushed her softly, waiting for her tears to subside. When she stopped, she pulled back.
"Sorry," she laughed, wiping her tears. "I probably looked really stupid, crying like that."
"No, you didn't. It's normal to cry." He brushed a strand of hair from her beautiful face and smiled. "You are a very brave girl."
She smiled and hugged him again. "Thanks, Paul. For everything."
Suddenly, a young man hurled himself at Paul, knocking him from the bench and landing on top of him. Aimee turned around and noticed an apologetic looking Ringo and Mo, who had a knowing look on her face.
Aimee's POV
So, here I was, having a really great talk with Paul, when my FREAKING BROTHER tackles him!
"Get off my sister, you child molester!" Rilee punched Paul in the face as he pushed him to the ground.
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Paul pleaded, trying to guard his face from Rilee's furious fists. I looked over at Ringo and Mo, who were just now reaching the scene. Ringo looked a mixture of confused and apologetic, while Mo was full out looking like she was used to this. Which, she probably was. Rilee hated seeing me with guys. That's why when I go over to Mo's, he has to be sure her older brother isn't there before giving me 'permission' to go.
"RILEE JONAH O'HARE, GET OFF PAUL RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" I screamed. Rilee looked up at me, obviously scared. Yeah, he definitely knew that tone. That voice either meant I was extremely annoyed, or ready to kill someone. It was a little of both at this point.
Rilee scrambled off of Paul. I knelt beside Paul and checked his bleeding lip. It looked fine, he wasn't dying or anything, so I decided it was safe to make Rilee fear for his life.
"What do you think you were doing?" I yelled.
"He... He was..." He stuttered, before looking over at Paul's face and his face showed a fresh burst of anger. "Child molester!" He pointed at Paul.
"First- I AM NOT A FREAKING CHILD! I AM NINETEEN YEARS OLD, AND IT IS TIME YOU START TREATING ME LIKE ONE!" I screamed, smacking him in the head. "AND ANOTHER THING, PAUL WAS COMFORTING ME! I LIKE HIM, AND HE'S A REALLY SWEET GUY! HE WAS NOT MOLESTING ME!
Realization dawned on his face. "Ah..."
"Yes, you idiot!"
"How was I supposed to know?" He yelled.
"Your first clue? WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARK!"
By this time, Ringo was hiding behind the abandoned park bench and Paul was staring with wide eyes at me, while Mo was trying to climb a tree.
"But... But..." Rilee stuttered.
"Riles, I appreciate your concern, but I'm getting older, and you have to accept that." I sighed.
He shook his head. "But, you're still young!"
"Not much younger than you!"
"But still-"
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't hang out with Paul, or any other decent guy."
"They probably really aren't decent, and just want to-"
"OKAY!" I shouted, covering my ears, so I wouldn't have to listen to what he was about to say. "I highly doubt all guys are like that."
"I'm not!" Ringo raised his hand from his post behind the park bench.
"Besides, who I date is my business!" I said, ignoring Ringo. "You should be able to trust my judgement."
Rilee gave me a begrudging look. "You're right," he mumbled.
"Say it again?"
"You're right."
"Once more, just for good measure."
"YOU'RE RIGHT!"
"Oh yes, BYSTANDERS, THIS IS A DAY THAT HATH BEEN MARKED IN THE O'HARE HISTORY BOOKS! I, AIMEE O'HARE, WAS RIGHT AND RILEE O'HARE WAS WRONG!" I danced around Rilee while I said this and came up with a song to show my happiness. "In your FACE, Riles!"
He grunted and stomped off, leaving me, Paul, Ringo, and Mo.
I turned around and saw Paul, who was staring, mouth agape, at me. "What?"
"You... How can someone so small be so loud? I mean, I knew you were intimidating, but that was... How?"
I smiled. "It's a gift!"
"It's true!" Mo jumped down from the tall tree and landed on her feet. "She is really loud. At the college consultation, the bullhorn was broken and everyone was talking, so Aimee yelled at them to shut up and sit their butts on the floor, with their hands under their legs. Everyone was sitting and quiet before she was done talking."
Ringo was now sitting on the bench and drumming his fingers on the back of it. "That's talent."
"True dat," Mo nodded.
"You okay?" I asked Paul, who was staring at me with... What was it? Amazement? Adoration? Respect?
"Yeah, just... Wow."
I laughed and helped him off the ground.
"So... You really like me and think I'm sweet?" He waggled his eyebrows.
"No." I lied.
"That's what you said..."
"I was lying."
"Sounded pretty convincing to me..."
"Shaddup, Mcartney." I started towards the Beatle's home.
"Admit it, you like me!" He trailed after me.
"No, I don't."
"You're in denial!"
"You're an idiot!"
"But you like me!"
"No, actually, I..."
3rd Person's POV
Aimee and Paul were arguing as they headed in the opposite direction of which they came, and Mo had made her way over to Ringo, who was sitting on the bench.
"Hi," Mo said.
"Hey, it's Mo... Isn't it?"
"Yeah," she smiled.
"What's it short for?"
"Melanie. My full name is Melanie Davis."
"Gear. Honestly, I think Mo fits you better."
"Thanks!"
"So, you're from the future too?"
"Yeah! But, I like it here better."
"And why is that?"
"Well, it's not near as boring."
He chuckled at this.
"...And of course, there's the Beatles here."
He looked at her, startled. "You're a fan?"
"Of course," she nodded enthusiastically.
"Could have fooled me! Though, I was told by a little birdie that I'm your favorite..." He gave her a suggestive look.
"What?" She gave him a incrediculous look. "Psh!" She waved her hand. "Psh! I'm more of a George girl!"
He raised an eyebrow. "That's too bad. I really liked you, myself."
"Did I say George? I meant to say, I'm such a Ringo Starr fan!" She smiled her most charming smile and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously.
So, the two chatted together, while Paul and Aimee trailed back to the house, still arguing about whether Aimee like Paul or not, and Rilee watched them near the door through the blinds on the window, fuming.
All seemed right again.
Not my best ending, but whatever. ONE CHAPTER LEFT!
Then the sequel. You guys are so awesome! Review, please and cheese!
-Aims