A/N: Okay, so four apologies are in order:
1. late chapter
2. relatively shorter
3. no darkness really in this chapter- but in the next
4. to anyone annoyed that I'm making paul... the way I'm making him as.
it's the way i'm portraying his character...?
SO lately i've had to begin taking this geometry class (thanks to my mother) during the summer, and THEY'VE BEEN GIVIN ME LOADS OF HOMEWORK, so i apologize if/and when my updates are inconsistent.
ALSO I reread the last chapter and I'm just embarassed by the smut I wrote UGHHH I'll try harder next time I promise
~thank you for reading this, if you did
"Georgie, it's time to get up now-"
I heard a petrified scream and a slam of a door as I jerked straight up out of the bed, alarmed. Wait a second... this isn't my own bed...
Why am I suddenly always waking up in the wrong room?
In the midst of my confusion, I looked up at the window, now spreading a soft glow over the room... George's room... I looked down at my body, and- wait, where'd my clothes go?! I mentally smacked myself in the head as bits and pieces of last night's events came to me. I couldn't have... I barely even know him...
Nonchalantly turning my head, I saw him laying peacefully still- fully clothed, I might add- as he began to stir, "Good morning, Elle... had a nice sleep?" He said tiredly as he stretched his arms over his head, slowly peeking one eye open.
I screamed quietly at him, "DON'T LOOK AT ME- C-COVER YOUR EYES!," as I threw my- or his- pillow at his face and I pulled the sheet covers over me.
"Relax-"
We both froze as we heard a loud knocking on the door.
"GEORGE! DO YOU HAVE A GIRL IN YOUR ROOM?!" I heard a loud male voice- probably belonging to his father- bark through the door.
"Y-you're f-far too y-young!" The voice from earlier, also probably belonging to his mother, wailed loudly.
I rolled my eyes, thinking, Well technically, we really didn't do anything, actually... now that I think about it... I slowly got off the bed, tugging the blanket along with me, leaving him lying on his bed awkwardly open with a pillow thrown over his face. I chuckled quietly to myself with this image in my head as quickly looked for my clothes.
How did this even get here?! I shouted at myself as I found my undergarment strewn messily under a dust covered bookshelf, seeming as nothing had touched it in a while... the bookshelf, that is. Finding articles of my clothing here and there, I began to panic as I heard his mother say, "Oh, I can't go in- I don't want to even lay my eyes on that- that whore-" I cringed at the word- "Do something about this!"
Ask his parents continued bickering, I slyly made my way to the door whilst I awkwardly tugged my bra over my chest and clasped it, knowing George was in the room- and I could tell a pillow wouldn't stop him from looking. I casually locked the door, and with a sharp 'click', I heard him laugh from behind my back, "Yeah, you really solved everything, haven't you?"
"Well you really think you know everything, don't you-" I began to shoot back when I heard it.
"HOW DARE YOU?! YOU ARE A POOR EXCUSE FOR A SON, GOD DAMMIT! NOW UNLOCK THIS DOOR AND APOLOGIZE FOR THIS RUKUS YOU'VE CAUSED THIS INSTANT! AND AS FOR THAT..." His parents began to shout through the door as they pounded and banged on the door loudly, making the room begin to shake.
I cautiously backed away from the door, and quickly flipped my dress over my head, fumbling with the buttons and missing a few here and there out of my sudden rush.
"Look, I don't care if you're clothed or not, I'm getting up-"
"Shut. Up!" I hissed at him as I threw my denim jacket over my head as he made his way off the bed and over to me. Finding my flats against the back wall of the window, I hurriedly threw those on as I could feel the door begin to break open... if that was possible...
"Elle..." He whispered quietly as he came up close to me... He had this soft, rugged look early in the morning... god, he's so handsome... I began to blush, remembering what I had done last night.
Maybe he forgot- hell, of course not, who would? I probably just made one big fool of myself-
"I got to go, alright?" I replied quickly, unlatching the window open and putting my first foot forward out of it without a thought.
I heard him begin to mumble something, but I was already making my way down the tree. Feeling my whole body heat up, I began to feel more than just that- regrets, embarassment- the entire walk to the McCartney's home was awkward and also quite lost- I'm still new, alright.
As I approached my new home, I began to knock on the door until I realized the door was unlocked- hm, I guess Paul forgot to lock the door last night. I could hear people talking in the next room, and followed my ear to the kitchen where Mr. McCartney and Mike- no Paul to be found- were having breakfast.
I quickly back myself against the wall of the opposite room before I entered through the open doorway. I didn't want to cause a commotion, and I really didn't want any questions thrown at me or any answers demanded- I just wanted to go back to my room, and just get some rest, that's all.
Quietly making my way up the stairs, I could see my door was left slightly ajar. Slipping my way through the door, I found Paul sitting on bed, with an unreadable expression etched upon his face.
"Um, Paul-"
And before I could even finish my sentence, he jumped off the bed, and struck me hard, right across the face.
what.
And I don't know if you feel this way guys, idk I feel like lately my story has been going down a downwards spiral... I feel that the quality of my story isn't as good as it's supposed to be...
if you have any feedback (especially constructive criticism, YES CRITICISM IS GOOD), leave one for me so I could possibly improve the reading experience for everybody! *throws glitter in air*
B)