A/N: So I'm totally considering making the update schedule just once a week instead of every Friday...Because I'm always late. Well, I wrote the first paragraph like a week ago, and that's all. I couldn't think of what else to write. I would try to write this chapter, but I'd always get distracted or writer's block. So I pretty much wrote all of this today. Aside from that first paragraph. And in the end, I couldn't stop writing it. I got all angry whenever my mom would call me because, hey, I was in the middle of writing the chapter. But I think I really like this chapter in the end...might be my favorite. :) Well, I hope you enjoy it! Read and review. Give me your thoughts, your love...whatever. Hehe.
By the way, I'm listening to the acoustic version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps with added string section by George Martin. Go look it up. It's absolutely beautiful. I fell asleep to it last night...Yes, it is that pretty. It's on YouTube, yes.
Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.
DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.
Lily's POV
Roast Beef
Paul wasn't in school for the next two weeks. Most people assumed that he just happened to get sick after eating his Halloween candy. I knew he wasn't sick. I knew that something was wrong; something that didn't involve illness. Besides, I didn't see him on the night of Halloween when I was supposed to hang with him.
Paul returned to school on a Monday. I was sitting in homeroom reading The Hobbit when I heard someone sit next to me. I decided to continue reading, instead of greeting them and losing track of where I was.
"Hello," spoke a small and quiet voice.
I looked up to see Paul looking at me, his cheeks blushing like crazy. His face was solid and lacking of expression. I grinned at him excitedly. "Paul! Hello! How are you?"
He chuckled half-heartedly. "Kind of shaken up a bit, but I'm better now. And how have you been lately?"
"Alright, but kind of lonely without you here." I said. "Where were you, anyway?"
"Oh," He bit his lip and hesitated before he spoke, "There was a... family emergency. But I'm back now, and ready to resume with everything."
"Well, that's good." I nodded.
He nodded in return. "We have math first, right?"
"Yessir," I grinned, "Good ol' math class."
He smiled and the bell rang. We grabbed our stuff and began to walk to Mr. Hamm's room together.
"So how much do you know on the guitar?" He asked me as we walked.
I thought for a minute. Most of the stuff I knew on guitar was from my lessons in the other timeline. And most of the stuff I knew to play was either Beatles songs or newer songs from that world. "I know a lot of chords."
"Hey, would you mind teaching me and my friend, George, some?" He looked at me hopefully.
"Sure," I said with a smile as we entered our math class.
"How about today at me house after school?" He said, sitting down. "You can have dinner with us, if you'd like."
"Sounds good," I said, taking a seat next to him.
Paul took out a piece of paper and wrote down his address on it. "Come as soon as you can." He smiled lightly at me and we were hushed by our teacher.
George strummed the chord correctly as Paul struggled to get it right. He looked at me helplessly. I smiled lightly and placed his fingers on the correct frets and strings. "Just mirror me," I told him. "It's different for lefties, and you know that. Just mirror me."
Paul played the chord correctly and grinned. He began strumming and George joined in. The played for a little bit, switching between different chords. I smiled and just listened to the two.
There was a light knocking at the door. "Time for dinner," Paul's father called through the door.
The three of us got up and set our guitars down. We ran downstairs to Paul's dining room where we met his father, Jim, and his brother, Mike, at the dinner table.
I sat down next to Paul and across from George. Mike sat next to George and across from Paul. I looked at their father, who was sitting at the end. The other end of the table was empty. "Where's your mum?" I asked Paul.
The three McCartney's looked up at me. Paul bit his lip. "She's not here..." He said and then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'll explain later."
I nodded slowly and took a bite of my roast beef.
"So how long until you two have to go?" Paul's father asked George and I.
George glanced at the clock on the wall. He cringed a little bit. "I should probably get going after dinner," He told Mr. McCartney. George looked at Paul and I. "Sorry, guys."
"It's fine." I said. I looked at Paul's father. "My mother said she would call when she's about to leave to pick me up."
"Okay," He nodded.
The five of us finished up dinner, and when it was time, we said our goodbyes to George. As soon as he left, Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. He shut the door and rested his guitar in his case and closed it up. I did the same for my guitar and then sat on his bed with him.
"So about me mum," He began. He swallowed hard and looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. "Do you remember when I was pulled out of class and for the rest of the day? I was given news and I went home immediately and stayed home due to the news." He looked out the window. "The news was that my mother had passed away. She had been sick, y'know. Sick for a while..."
"I'm sorry, Paul," I frowned. "If I had known that, I wouldn't have even said anything close to the word mother."
"It's alright, love. Really." Paul told me.
"And how are you getting along now?" I asked him.
"It's pretty hard," He said. Tears began to form in his eyes. "Nothing seems right without her around. The house seems empty. Everything is quiet. It's like a big chunk of our lives has gone missing."
"I'm sorry," I said. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and he wept softly in my shoulder. I rested my chin on his shoulder and stared at the wall. I soon found myself shedding a few tears for him.
"I was just so close to her. I wasn't ready to let her go!" Paul went on. "I'm still not ready! I love her so much!"
"I know," I said softly to him. "I know."
Paul pulled away from me and wiped his eyes. He stared into mine.
I put a hand on his arm in comfort. "I'm here for you, Paul. I'll always be here for you." I gave him the lightest of smiles.
We stared into each other's eyes for a minute. Paul slowly leaned in closer to me, and after another moment of looking into each other's eyes, our lips met.
My heart was pounding feverishly. Were there sparks? I was unsure. Maybe my heart was pounding because it was my first kiss. Maybe it was because I was kissing Paul when I had John waiting for me. But then again, John said he didn't want to hold me back.
"Lily, you're mom just-" Paul's father came in the door and stopped short when he saw us. Paul and I pulled apart to look at him. We both blushed and his father opened his mouth to speak, but remained silent. "Oh..." He finally said. It became a bit awkward in the room. Paul's father shook his head to himself lightly. He looked at me. "Lily, you're mother just called, she said that she'll be on her way to pick you up now."
"Okay," I said quietly. "Thanks."
He nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him. I heard him murmuring to himself as he left.
Paul and I looked back at each other. "Well, I guess it's time for you to go..." Paul said awkwardly. He glanced at my already packed stuff.
"Yep," I said with a nod. We looked into each other's eyes once again.
Paul's hand came up to my face and he pulled our lips together again. He kissed me softly with parted lips this time. And may I admit, he was great at it.
"Lily! Paul!" I heard Paul's father called up. He was chatting with a woman. Mother.
But Paul didn't let his father interrupt us this time. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, which nearly made me shiver. That was where I began to feel like an actual teenager. Not just some 13 year old girl who thinks she's a teenager just because of age. I actually felt like one.
We heard footsteps come close to the door and Paul pulled away. "Damn," He muttered under his breath as the door swung open. We were still pretty close to each other as we turned our attention to the person in the door.
"Were you two about to kiss, but I interrupted?" Evelyn asked, widening her eyes. "I think so!"
I glared at her. "Were you about to make an attempt at getting me in trouble, but instead you made yourself look like an idiot?" I asked, using the same tone of voice mockingly. "I think so!" Paul laughed.
"Shut up, Lily!" She snapped.
"Go away, Evelyn!" I said, still mocking her.
"I'd appreciate it for you to leave my room, Evelyn." Paul said to her.
"No, I've come to get my sister." She said. "And I'm not leaving until she leaves."
"Evelyn, you're just jealous that I have real friends." I said.
"I'm pretty sure that mom and dad don't allow you around those who you label as your 'real friends'," Evelyn said. "And I'm pretty damn sure that Paul will be another one of those 'real friends' when they find out what happened here."
"You have no proof whatsoever of us kissing," Paul said sternly.
"Maybe so, but our parents trust me way more than they trust Lily," Evelyn said. "And they believe everything I say."
"You're just a little bitch, now, aren't you?" Paul glared at her.
"That," Evelyn said, "I don't have to lie to them about. Nice job calling me a bitch." She gave a sassy smile.
"It amazes me how much you've changed, Evelyn." I told her. "I used to know a girl named Zoey, who was the nicest girl I knew. I also knew a girl named Evelyn who was nice as well. Both completely changed, and now I don't talk to Zoey anymore, and I have to live with you as a bitchy, little sister."
Paul looked at me. "Who's Zoey?"
"Me old best friend," I shot a quick glare at Evelyn.
"Would you just shut up?" Evelyn hissed. "And I'm not you're little sister!"
"Hmm, let's see, I was born in March and you were born in August." I said.
"I'm pretty sure you're her little sister," Paul budded in, glaring at her.
"Well, we're not even actual sisters!" Evelyn said. I could tell that she was hoping that I had kept my adoption a secret from Paul. Paul knew already and shrugged it off.
"You're right Evelyn. We're not sisters." I said. "We're enemies."
Paul looked back and forth between us and then locked his eyes on Evelyn, shooting a cold glare at her. "Get out." He hissed.
Evelyn frowned and did so. She went downstairs and told my mother loudly that I refused to come down. My mother called me this time and Evelyn helped obnoxiously.
I rolled my eyes, getting off of Paul's bed. I began to pick up my stuff when Paul got up shut the door. He walked over to me and stood closely. He took my stuff from my hands and set it down on the floor. "Thanks," He said, taking my hands in his. "For everything."
"Thank you for tonight as well." I said, practically melting at his touch.
Paul chuckled, leaned in, and kissed me one last time. We pulled away, only inches apart. "We don't speak of this to others." I said.
"Whatever happens in Paul's bedroom, stays in Paul's bedroom." He grinned at me. I nodded in agreement with a laugh.
Paul picked up my stuff for me and asked me to get the door for him. I did so, and we left the room and headed downstairs. We were greeted by my mother and his father, who were both rather happy. They must've had some nice conversation. Paul handed me my things and winked at me.
"Well, thank you for keeping her so late. It was very nice of you," My mother smiled.
"Oh, she's a lovely young lady." Jim McCartney smiled at the both of us. "I hope to see her soon."
"Thank you for having me over," I said, pulling out my polite side. My mother and I smiled and we began to walk to the door.
"Thanks for teaching me those chords and stuff," Paul said to me as he followed me to the door. "I will make good use of them."
"Let's hope so," I chuckled, but more than everyone else. I even heard Evelyn snicker at the joke I made. She knew what I was actually talking about.
We walked out to the car and I put my stuff in the trunk. I hopped into the passenger's seat next to my mother and rested my head against the window with a smile. She began to drive away, glancing at me numeral times. "What's got you smiling?"
"Nothing," I said.
"That's a lie," Evelyn said from the back.
My mother nodded in agreement. "Seriously, honey, tell me why you're smiling!"
I looked at my mom. She was interested. Interested in what I could say. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it, shaking my head and chuckling.
"Lily, tell me!" My mother said like some girl who's trying to get a friend to tell a secret. "Is it that boy?"
My smile grew and I remained quiet. "It is him, isn't it?" My mother said, grinning. I giggled lightly and my mother glowed. "Did he kiss you?" Thankfully, we were at a light, for my mother was looking directly at me.
I just looked at her. She smiled. "You're not denying it!" She said.
"Alright, fine... Yes, he kissed me." I said. "But don't tell anyone I told you that! Don't tell anyone at all!" I spoke quickly. "Especially you, Evelyn."
"I promise!" Evelyn said, excitedly. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Tell me all about it!" My mom said as she began to drive again.
"Well, his mother passed away a few weeks ago, and he was venting to me. I was comforting him and hugging him and I told him I'd always be there for him, and he kissed me." I said.
"What a poor boy!" My mother frowned. "He's too young to lose a parent." I nodded in agreement.
"Wait, that's it?" Evelyn asked. "I feel like you're hiding something else." My mother kept glancing at me.
"Well..." I bit my lip. "He did kiss me two more times... One because we were interrupted the first time and the other goodbye."
"No way!" My mom and sister said in unison.
"Yes way." I giggled.
"And Paul is his name?" My mother asked me.
"Yes," Evelyn answered her for me.
"Oh, well, I like this Paul boy." My mother said with a smile, as we pulled up to our house.
