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August 14, 1965

EPOV

"Thank you, Mr. McCarty, you are incredibly kind to be doing this."

"It's no bother, son. Our bank gets tickets to events all the time. When I saw these on my desk, I knew my son and his friends would enjoy them much more than my clients and I. I'm not so into this rock and roll racket you kids all seem to like nowadays."

I shook his hand before rising from the office chair. "Thanks again, sir."

"You guys have fun. But please, remind my son to pay his father a visit every once in a while. That Pan Am sure keeps you boys busy."

"That they do!" I nodded in agreement before heading out the door. As I stepped out of the bank, I couldn't help but peek in the white envelope. It contained four tickets to The Beatles concert at Shea stadium this Sunday. Bella was going to flip.

I skipped down the stairs of the subway entrance and waited for the F train. It arrived shortly, and I took an empty seat next to an older gentleman. Sitting back, I let my head relax against the window behind me. There was nothing that could wipe off the permanent smile that was etched across my face. I was finally going to see her soon.

I started to draft up a plan for tomorrow's big double date. However, no sooner had I started to get lost in my thoughts, when I was disturbed by the grumbling and cursing of the man next to me as he angrily flipped through the pages of his newspaper.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of looking over at him, and he took this as an invitation to speak to me.

"Bad enough Johnson just signed that damn Act for them, now they have to burn down half of Los Angeles?" He flashed the cover of the paper at me. "What's this world coming to? Those people are trash, trash I tell you." His face was full of rage and hate.

My stop was quickly approaching. As I stood up to exit the car, I turned to face him. "With all due respect, sir, the only trash I see is you."

I guess I found the one thing that could take my smile away.

My fingers turned the dial of Bella's phone number, and a woman answered the phone. "Good evening, may I please speak with Bella?"

"Hello, Edward, it's Rosalie. She's not back yet."

"Ah. Flight delay?" I could not disguise my disappointment.

"Yeah. She called me from a pay-phone at Kennedy just a couple minutes ago. But don't fret, I imagine she's on her way home now."

"That's good. Can you please have her call me when she gets in?"

"No sweat."

"But don't hang up, I actually have a question for you, Rose."

"Sure, shoot," she replied.

"See I have a friend, a Pan Am guy, who has expressed an interest in you and-"

"Let me guess, he wants to know if I might be interested back?" Judging by her response, I guessed this type of thing was pretty normal for her.

"I guess that's part of it."

"Go on, please," she instructed.

"Do you happen to know Emmett McCarty? Second Officer McCarty?"

"Ahh, yes. Well, I don't know him personally, but I've admired, I mean, I have seen him before. Why? Is it him? The guy who's interested?"

"Yes." I could hear her gasp with excitement over the phone.

"I was going to have Bella ask you this, but I might as well. Emmett would like to know if you'd be interested in being his date tomorrow night to see The Beatles?"

Rose sputtered out, "Oh my god. Am I dreaming? This is real, right?"

"Yes, this is real," I chuckled.

"Well you tell Second Officer McCarty that I will happily be his date. Oh, and not just because it involves The Beatles!"

"Excellent, he'll be quite pleased. But whatever you do, I ask that don't mention this to Bella. See, he has four tickets so we can all go together on a double date, and I want to keep the concert a surprise from her."

"Good luck with that, Edward. It's not like this show isn't the talk of the town or anything! But for you," she promised, "I'll keep the Brits our little secret. Hell, she was already excited that you had something planned this weekend. That girl hasn't stopped talking about your telegram."

I smiled to myself hearing Rose's words. "That's nice to hear. So we'll come pick you girls up around half past four tomorrow. We'll then have an early dinner before heading out to the show."

"I can't wait. Tell Emmett I'm over the moon, and I'll make sure your girl calls you the minute she gets in."

Your girl. I liked hearing that.

An hour went by, and upon hearing the first ring of the phone, I picked up.

"Hi, beautiful."

"Is that how you address everyone who calls your home, Officer Cullen?"

"No, call it psychic intuition." I laid down on my couch, settling in for a cozy chat with her. "Bella, your voice. It's so damn good to finally hear your voice."

"I have missed you so much, Edward. So, so much." I could hear the honesty in her voice.

"I think you know I feel the same way."

"So an unusually excited blond roommate of mine told me that you rang earlier. Any chance you were trying to call Beechwood 4-5789 for a date?"

"Hah, you thought you were so clever with that song request. As if I needed you to even hint to me about taking you on a date."

"Hmm, and I really get you going, eh?"

"Nah, I only requested that song because I like The Kinks. No other reason," I grinned. It was so nice to hear her quick wit again.

"Uh huh, Pilotboy. I don't believe you. So, what's this I hear about a surprise tomorrow? I do believe your lovely telegram requested me to keep the 15th free."

"Is that tomorrow? Oh shoot, I guess I ought to come up with something for us to do then."

"Yeah, yeah, get to it!" It was cute seeing how eager she was about what I had planned, but I sure wasn't going to tell her.

"Sorry, I'm not saying much except that it's a double date that includes Rosalie. I hope you don't mind."

"I'm sure I'll get it out of you somehow. So what lucky guy did you round up for her?" she asked.

"My friend, Emmett. He's another 'Pilotboy' as you like to say."

"There can be only one Pilotboy, Edward." I could happily live with that opinion. "So what am I supposed to wear for our date?"

"Dress comfortably. Em and I will be by to get you girls at four-thirty."

With tomorrow's plan set in place, we chatted about her flight and lamented about her late arrival home. I had hoped we might be able to meet for dessert somewhere tonight, but it was getting rather late. At least the waiting would come to an end tomorrow. For now, it was just good to hear my girl and know we were sleeping in the same city.

August 15th, 1965

I set down the razor, inspecting my face for missed spots. Satisfied, I slapped on some Aramis cologne and threw a little pomade in my hair. I stepped into my closet and decided on a pair of black slacks and a casual short sleeved shirt. After getting dressed, I took one last look in the mirror to ensure I would be up to snuff for Bella.

Before leaving my bedroom, I noticed that it looked a little untidy. Hoping that the room might have a special guest later, I quickly cleaned it up and made the bed with some fresh sheets. I relished the image of Bella laying across my bed.

Right as I finished tidying up my room, the intercom buzzed. Walking over to the hallway, I clicked the button. "Yes?"

"Hey, Cullen. I'm down here when you're ready."

"Yep, be right there."

I gathered a bouquet of blush colored roses I had purchased for Bella, ensured the tickets were in my pocket, and headed out the door. Emmett and I shared a good laugh upon noticing we were both holding flowers for our dates.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Aren't we such gentlemen?" he pointed out while raising his bouquet in the air.

Emmett headed to the curb to hail a cab. "Say, you got the tickets, right?"

"Yes. You got the ear plugs?"

"You aren't kidding, pal. This ought to be very interesting tonight. Thanks for setting me up with Rosalie. She's a stunner."

I patted his back. "No problem at all, Em."

We hired a cab and were on our way to the girls' apartment over by 14th Street. The trip was only about 15 minutes, give and take the traffic, but it was still painfully too long. After paying the driver, I jumped out of the car and practically galloped up that flight of stairs to her apartment. I could hear Emmett laughing as he casually climbed the stairs behind me.

By the time I got to the top, she was already waiting for us by the door.

Before she could even utter one word, my lips were on hers. I wrapped my arms around her waist, practically lifting her in the air. Her kisses held no sign of tentativeness; her happiness seemed to mirror mine.

"Ahem." I heard Emmett clear his throat. "Edward, perhaps you'll be polite and introduce me to these lovely ladies?" He nudged me on my side, forcing me to step back from Bella.

"Sorry man. Its been a while, you know?" He gave me a look that was both mocking and understanding at the same time.

"Bella, please meet my friend, Emmett." They shook hands and engaged in quick formalities.

"And Rosalie, allow me to introduce you to your escort this evening." I stepped back so they could meet.

Rose blushed as Emmett took her hand in his. The two of them struck up a conversation as they moved further into the living room, leaving Bella and I by the door.

Realizing I still had the flowers in my possession, I offered them to Bella. Her face lit up as she happily accepted the bouquet. "Oh, they're wonderful, Edward. Thank you."

She took my hand and led me into the kitchen. "I want to put them in a vase real quick before we head out," she explained.

After arranging the roses to her liking, Bella turned around to face me. Dressed in a sleeveless baby blue top and black capri pants, I admired how her clothes seemed to hug her in all the right places. My mouth grew dry with desire; she was such a vision to behold.

"Do you even get what a sight you are right now?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

I briskly stepped from the doorway, making a beeline straight for her. I was intent on showing her just what kind of affect she had on me. I needed to stake my claim.

I lifted her light frame on top of the kitchen counter with ease. With one hand tightening across her waist and the other cupping the back of her neck, my lips crashed onto hers. Our tongues danced and eagerly entwined, causing me to groan into her mouth. She matched my desire, drawing me closer with aggressive fingers in my hair and curling one leg tightly around my backside. I inhaled the subtle aroma of her perfume as I devoured her with kisses. The sound of her hushed whimpers only served to fuel my desire to skip the show and have my way with her.

All too soon, we were interrupted by Emmett and Rosalie. "You think you two lovebirds can take a break so maybe we can get this show on the road?" Rose complained. Having known Rose for a brief time now, I had become familiar with her art of being blunt.

Bella sighed as I begrudgingly helped her off the counter. Before leaving the kitchen, I gently pulled her close to me. "Later," I promised. It was all it took to bring back her trademark smile.

Emmett and I decided to take the girls to a nearby Italian place. During the short walk to the restaurant, Bella badgered me with questions about where we were going. She reminded me of that child I met outside WorldPort. She was alive with curiosity.

Her guesses continued as we dined over pasta and wine. We held hands under the table and sneaked in a few kisses here and there. By this point, Emmett and Rose were completely oblivious to us; it seemed like they really hit it off. We might as well had been sitting at different tables.

After dinner, I whistled over a taxi driver and had the girls join me in the back seat. Emmett sat up front and whispered our destination to the cabbie, which was good because I caught Bella trying to listen in.

"Aren't you a sneaky one?" I taunted.

"It's so unfair that all of you know where we are going, and you're keeping me outta the loop!" She pouted at me.

"Oh, life is so unfair at times." I gave her the phoniest sad face that I could muster.

"Just can it, Bella." Rose spat out. "You are going to die when you find out, and it'll be soon enough!" Bella rolled her eyes at her dramatically.

The cab whisked away, bringing us through the Queens-Midtown Tunnel and down the expressway.

"Edward, are we...are we going back to the Fair?"

I smiled, understanding why she might have made this assumption. After all, Shea stadium was located in Flushing Meadows as well.

"You'll see" I simply replied.

As we got closer to the stadium, it became pretty clear how we would be spending our evening. Heaps of fans were walking along the sidewalks leading into the parking lot, some sporting big Beatles buttons pinned to their tops.

Bella started clapping her hands. "Edward! Are we seeing The Beatles? Oh my god. Oh my god!" She grabbed my face and kissed me square on the lips. "Thank you. You're the best!" Her smile was the definition of radiant.

"To be fair, you have Emmett and his father to thank."

"Oh, Emmett, thank you," she shrieked while patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm so jazzed for this show. It was so difficult to keep it from you. I nearly spilled the beans countless times," Rose admitted. "Can you believe we are going to see THE BEATLES?" The two girls starting jumping in their seats and squealing.

"Got those ear plugs, Emmett?" This was just a small preview of what was in store for him and I tonight.

The driver pulled up to the curb, and we joined the masses of eager fans waiting to enter Shea. The place was a mob scene, and it was clear that Emmett and I were very much outnumbered by girls.

After we bought the girls programs, we went to locate our seats which ended up being quite close to home plate. We took our places, letting the girls sit together in between us.

I put my arm around Bella. "So, were you surprised?"

"I promise Rose didn't tell me, but when you told me to hold this date, I sort of had my suspicions. I was 95.4% sure it could be this concert, but I didn't want to say anything just in case I was wrong." Speaking louder so the others could hear, she added, "Edward and Emmett, you guys really outdid yourselves."

"Yeah, Emmett this is one heck of a first date." Rose nodded approvingly. "How will you ever top it?"

"So does that mean you'll go out with me again?" A big grin spread across his face.

"If you play your cards right, Mister."

It appeared Rose might have met her match. Throughout the opening acts, those two kept busy making out. Bella and I kept ourselves entertained as well in a similar fashion. I was happy that the time apart hadn't changed how we interacted together. If anything, we had grown more comfortable with one another's company.

She brushed my hair back with her fingers. "Edward, here we are surrounded by 50,000 people, and yet it might as well just be you and me."

I grinned. "Something tells me that might change once The Beatles hit the stage, but I'm willing to be second fiddle for a bit."

Our private time came to an end when Ed Sullivan took to the small stage located on second base of the field. The audience roared, and everyone quickly rose to their feet.

He spoke into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored by their country, decorated by their Queen, loved here in America, here are The Beatles!"

With those words, the world's most famous British foursome, clad in beige matching jackets and their signature mop top hairdos, sprinted onto the field and took their places on the small stage. While I thought it was loud before, nothing could prepare me for the screams that filled the stadium. I have been next to jets, revving their engines at full speed, and this was still louder. Beatlemania could move mountains.

From what I could tell over all the screaming, the band dove into Twist and Shout. I looked over at Bella, and noticed the madness had struck her too. Her hands were wildly digging into her hair as she screamed with all her might. I feared she might pass out. Rose was no different. It was as if these two mild mannered women were replaced with screeching banshees.

"Oh my god, John! I love you!" Bella belted out. Rose was busy calling out Paul's name. They both had tears in their eyes. Actual tears! Emmett and I both shook our heads. I guess our girls had their favorites, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be us for the time being.

The Beatles continued through their set list, and from the looks on their faces, they were equally in awe of the crowd as their fans were of them. They launched into Can't Buy Me Love. At least that is what I think they were playing, because I couldn't really hear them all that well. The sound system just wasn't loud enough for this large space and was no competition to all the screaming. It was kind of a shame really. Here they were, the biggest band on the planet, playing live in front of me, and yet a performance on TV would have been better.

Not that I was really complaining. The show was still a spectacle to see, especially watching girls and grown women climb over fences and run out onto the field in hope of making their way onstage. Before they could get close, a police officer would catch them. Looking at Bella and Rose's reaction to the show, I almost wouldn't have put it past them to make such an attempt as well.

BPOV

The show was just incredible, the best by far. Here I was with Edward and John Lennon, who was standing so close, yet so far away. Throughout the show, Rose and I could do nothing but scream, cry, and sing along. I'm sure my mascara was all a mess by my fanaticism, but it didn't seem to scare Edward away from periodically kissing me.

Sadly, it all went by way too fast. Their set seemed to end as soon as it had started. Yet, I knew this would be a night I would never ever forget as long as I lived. Upon playing the final notes of I'm Down, The Beatles promptly ran off the field. A swarm of girls, and even a few guys, tried to rush after them. I might have been crazy about them, but not that crazy!

As I collected my pocketbook and program, I got a glimpse of my wristwatch. It wasn't even ten yet. I grew giddy knowing that Edward and I had plenty of time to end this date on an even higher note. Thinking back to the scene we had in the kitchen earlier, the naughty voice inside me swooned with the possibilities of what lay just ahead.

While we waited in line for a cab, Emmett and Rose suggested that we go to a diner near our place for coffee. Edward and I looked at them, unsure of how to respond to their invite.

"One second." Edward turned to me and whispered in my ear. "I was hoping you might join me back at my apartment." He emphasized his point by skirting his lips across my ear lobe, sending a jolt right through me.

I pulled away, returning my attention to the couple who was eagerly awaiting our answer. "If it's okay with you guys, I think I might head back with Edward to his place." I looked at Rose hoping she wouldn't be offended that I didn't want to join them.

"No problem." Emmett reached out for my hand. "It was real nice meeting you, Bella. I'm sure we'll see each other again." He then poked fun at my love for a certain Beatle by telling Edward, "Have a great rest of the night, John!"

"Same to you, Paul," he quickly responded while winking at Rose. Were Rose and I really that bad during the show?

She gave me a hug, and in a hushed voice assured, "Don't sweat it, honey. I'm a big girl, and plus you're not the only one who would like some alone time with a boy. While my date may not be an all-nighter like yours, it doesn't mean I can't have some fun with him!"

"You two are cute together. Go get that boy, and if things don't work out, you always have Paul McCartney to fall back on." We giggled before parting ways.

Edward and I curled up in the back-seat of the taxi. I nestled my head into the curve of his neck, caressing his fingers in my lap. Now that we were alone, our silence seemed to signal our increasing anticipation. The cab driver pulled up to his mid-town apartment building. Edward took my hand and helped me slide out of the cab.

The electricity between us grew as we rode the elevator up to the sixth floor. It had been over a month since the last time we were in an elevator together, and just like then, Edward's eyes communicated his desire. There was more confidence in his demeanor too. This time, there was no doubt how this evening was going to end.

Always the gentleman, Edward unlocked the door and stepped aside so I could enter first. He flipped on the light in the hallway, and I followed the path into his living room. It was such a thrill to be in his space and amongst his things. It was as if another aspect of his life was suddenly coming into focus; a new piece of a puzzle now in place.

I was immediately struck by his choice of modern design. His furniture consisted of a black leather button couch with matching chairs and a coffee table made of glass that was set upon a piece of driftwood. Against one wall was a hi-fi credenza stereo and shelves displaying an impressive record collection. A white shag floor rug contrasted well with the dark wooden floors. The walls were decorated with framed photographs of various cities and monuments. As a lover of travel, I found myself staring at them.

"Are these yours, Edward?"

"I've been known to dabble in photography." He stepped behind me, pointing to the picture I had spent some time admiring. "This one is my most recent of the bunch. That misty scene is from the Blue Lagoon in Iceland. I took it during a layover from a flight I did to Reykjavík. Nice perk of our jobs, wouldn't you say?" I nodded, even though I hadn't gotten to fully experience this well talked about perk just yet.

I moved over to look out the window. "Nice view."

"Sure, if you like neon signs and all." He was referring to the blinking sign that hung outside the Snapping Dragon Chinese restaurant across the street.

"Well, it beats mine, unless you desire a gorgeous view of a New York City alleyway."

"That's city living," he acknowledged. "So Bella, why don't you make yourself comfortable. Anything I can get for you?"

"I'm so thirsty. Water would be great, please." As he walked into the kitchen, I relaxed on the couch; the smell of the leather was so masculine, so him. On a shelf across from me, I noticed his green World's Fair hat. "Oh, I see you put your Peter Pan hat in here."

"Yep, that way I can be reminded of you when we're not together," he called out from the other room. My heart swelled hearing that he liked to think of me during our time of separation.

As he rejoined me, offering me a glass of cold water, I noticed an acoustic guitar perched up on a stand. He sat down beside me.

"Thanks," I said before taking a few refreshing sips. "So I assume you can play?" I tilted by head towards the guitar.

"Yes, since high school. My mother, Esme, is a music teacher, and she taught me for a couple of years. From there, I just picked up things along the way. To be honest, I hadn't played my guitar for a while, only again recently. Consider yourself my musical inspiration." He winked at me, causing the heat to rise in my cheeks. It was hard to deny the affect this man had on me.

He sat back, cuddling with me. "Did you have a fun time tonight, or is that a silly question?"

"Oh god, yes, Edward! It was really far out! You took me to see The Beatles. I saw The Beatles, live!" I spoke louder than necessary, still high off the excitement from earlier. "There's just something about them. I mean, can you imagine being on that stage with your guitar and having all those people...all those girls... screaming just for you?"

"No, I can't. Although, I sure wish you would scream for me like you did for Lennon," he teased. I was amused by his wish. After all, hadn't I screamed out his name a few times back in his hotel room in San Francisco?

"Aw, do I detect a wee bit of jealousy?" I raised my eyebrows at the gorgeous specimen that sat beside me. As if Lennon had anything on this man.

A devilish idea came to my mind. With his focus on me, I used my eyes to point him back towards the direction of the guitar. "So, Mr. John Lennon, sir, think I could maybe get a private performance?" I asked playfully.

Being a smart man, Edward quickly caught on to my game. With a big grin, he tousled his hair so it lay over his forehead. He rose to pick up his guitar, and in an over the top British accent, dedicated the song to his number one fan, me. As he played the opening chords of Ticket to Ride, I rose from the couch, re-enacting my performance at Shea complete with dancing and mock screams to boot.

He sat in a chair and I fell to his feet, pretending to worship him even more like some rabid fan. We were both in tears from laughter as the song came to an end. Struggling to catch my breath, I wrapped my arm around one of his strong legs, resting my head against him.

Edward ran his hand through my hair before turning his attention back to the instrument. After tuning each string, he resumed strumming his guitar. It was so wonderful just sharing this moment with him.

Suddenly, without any introduction, he launched into another Beatles' song. This one was slower, and I soon recognized it to be If I Fell. He did not sing along at first, and I simply enjoyed his instrumental version. I scooted back and leaned into the coffee table, allowing myself a better view so as to admire his long fingers while he plucked away at the strings.

Edward's green eyes glistened as he stared at me while playing the chords. What had just been a silly moment suddenly turned more serious, more meaningful. His face grew pensive as he started singing along with the song.

If I feel in love with you, would you promise to be true and help me understand?

Cause I've been in love before and I've found that love was more than just holding hands.

If I give my heart to you...I must be sure.

From the very start, that you would love me more than her.

It became evident that he was not simply playing me a song anymore. While he might have been singing Lennon's words, he was using the lyrics to speak directly to me. His voice started to crackle a bit as he continued.

If I trust in you, oh please...Don't run and hide

If I love you too, oh please...Don't hurt my pride like her

'Cause I couldn't stand the pain...

And I would be sad if our new love was in vain...

Before he could start the next verse, I quietly stopped him by gently removing the guitar from his hands and placing it back on its stand. He looked at me curiously.

Edward wasn't trying to tell me he loved me yet. I knew we weren't quite there, but his choice of song spoke volumes. He was trying to say that he didn't want to be hurt again; that he didn't want another Victoria in his life. Seriously, Edward, could I honestly hurt you like her?

With my eyes locked on his, I knelt back down in front of him. I slowly cupped his face in my hands and used my thumbs to trace his well defined cheek bones. My hand moved upward to gently brush his disheveled hair away from his beautiful face. My heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted Edward to know that I understood him, without telling him with trite words. Words could not express my feelings at this moment. I wanted to show him that I understood what he was saying to me with his song.

Slowly, I leaned in towards his lips. My kiss was delicate, but laden with all the emotions in my heart. As I stared into his eyes, I could feel my heart opening up to him, willing him to understand what I was trying to convey. I pulled away from him slightly, and I nearly melted seeing that a smile had crept upon his face.

"Bella," he murmured, as his hands quickly became entangled in my hair, drawing me closer in his embrace. Edward's lips crushed onto mine, displaying not an inkling of hesitation. His right hand tightened around the back of my head, and his left arm clutched me impossibly tighter to him, nearly lifting me off the floor. I parted my lips, allowing his firm tongue to meet mine. His kisses were possessive, laced with need.

We broke apart, my knees momentarily weak from his display of passion. "Make love to me, Edward," I murmured during the brief parting of our lips.

His answer was evident when he quickly rose and scooped me into his arms. I hadn't even seen all of his apartment yet, but he was carrying me to the only room that mattered.

A/N:

First, thanks to the ever awesome beta, siouxchef, and my previewer, hopeful wager. As you can maybe tell, I was super excited to write this chapter as evident by my quick update. How could I end chapter five with "Just one more week" and keep you hanging? I also was thrilled to hear from so many of you, including receiving comments from new readers as well. It warmed my heart. Truly.

Hope you enjoyed the big date with The Beatles. Be sure to check out my profile for some fun videos and images that relate to this chapter. (Re-read the end with If I Fell playing in the background.) I knew I was going to be writing this chapter for the past few months, so every time I played my Beatles Rock Band, I felt excited playing some of the Shea concert era songs. Some of you "cheated" by Googling the date (or rather are resourceful). A shout out to: A Cullen Wannabe, juliette89, frumpy-v, Hyacinth85, charmizane, cmpdred, Emmy415, and secamimom!

I know I ended with a clam jam (I like that term better than cock block), but hopefully I leave you wanting more. I do have to switch gears for a bit and focus on entry for the earthquake fundraiser fic collection. However, do know that your reviews and comments get Pilotward and Forks Girl into the bedroom faster! Chapter 7 starts with EPOV, and I'm guessing some of you have ideas of what you want to see him do with Bella. So *please* click that review button. You have no idea how much it means to hear from ALL of you. Plus, reviewers get teasers! ;)

xoxo, FLC