Chapter eleven

The days rolled by since my little encounter with John. When I returned home Hannah was telling me all about how he kissed her and how good he was. I felt the urge to say "I know", every time she told me how great his kisses were but I managed to shut my trap. It was Friday now and I was getting ready to go over to Paul's. I took out one of my formal dresses, not too long not too short. I wanted to show Paul's parents that I was a decent girl. I packed guitar with me and stormed downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring.

"See you later, mum!"

"Okay, tell Paul I said hi!"

I opened the door and there he was. Paul McCartney. Every time I saw him, my day was instantly good. He was such a great friend, I couldn't imagine being without him anymore. He called me every night and we just talked about all sorts of stuff like music and school.

Paul smiled when I opened the door "You look smashing, Alex!" I blushed and mumbled a "thank you, so do you." Paul grinned and took my guitar case from me. "Lemme help you with that" I closed the door and walked beside him, trying to snatch my guitar case back from him. "C'mon Paul, I can carry it! I'm stronger than you are." I said grinning. Paul rolled his eyes. "We'll see about that. I challenge you for a wrestle before dinner" He said, flicking his eyebrows. "Challenge accepted" I said in a semi-serious voice.
We arrived at Paul's, and I met his dad who seemed like a very nice man. A real family man.

"At last I get to meet the fabulous Alexandra, Paul has been talking about." he grinned while shaking my hand. I blushed and smiled. "Make yourself at home, Paul will show you around!" I nodded and turned to Paul who was blushing because of what his father said. "Let's go upstairs" Paul whispered before picking up my guitar case with his left hand, and grabbing my hand with his other one. He dragged me upstairs and opened the door to his room. There was a record player, desk, guitar, bed and wardrobe in his room. That's all he really needed. I looked around and faced Paul when he placed my guitar in a corner, next to his.

"So, what about that wrestling match?" I said grinning. "Oh yeah, right, you see.." Before Paul continued he tackled me on his bed and sat on top of me, pinning my arms down. I gritted my teeth and he laughed. "That's no fair, McCartney!" I said, while laughing myself. I managed to push him off me, and now it was my turn to pin his arms down and to get on top of him. "You're gonna get it now Macca!" I laughed.

Paul's POV
"You're gonna get it now Macca!" she said, as she laughed her beautiful laugh. I laughed too but stopped when I looked into her eyes. There was just something about those big hazel eyes, that made me feel like I was floating. She slowly inched herself closer to my face, still on top of me while holding my arms down. I could feel her breath on my lips now, as she came just a little bit closer and before I knew it - Her kiss landed on my cheek. She sat back up and laughed.

"I got you there, didn't I McCartney" I rolled my eyes. "That was just mean, Alex" I mumbled. "You should've seen your face, you looked like y-" Alex was interrupted by my brother Mike, knocking on the door. He came in and grinned.

"Busy, Paul?" he said. "Piss off, Mike! what is it?" Mike was still grinning "Dinner's ready"

Alex got off me and helped me get up.

Alexandra's POV
As we made our way downstairs, I giggled about what had happened. I just loved teasing Paul, I don't think he'd even like me to kiss him. I mean - he did look sorta frightened when I leaned in.

Dinner was served and Paul's dad was such a funny man. There was just one question on my mind ever since I got here.

"Mr. McCartney, I-" I was interrupted by Paul's father. "Just call me Jim, love" I nodded. "I don't want to be nosy or rude but ehm" I looked down, playing with my food. "Where's Mrs. McCartney, if I may ask."

"Oh, well she passed away two years ago. She was very ill, y'know." He sighed and added "These things just happen." I was shocked. Paul never told me. I looked at Paul, who was looking down at his plate and had put down his fork and knife. I'm sorry" I managed to say. Paul silently got up and went upstairs without saying anything.

I looked at Jim and Mike. "He's still having a difficult time with it." Jim said before taking a sip from his glass and sighing again.

I apologized and got up from the table to go after Paul.