A/N: I wrote this lovely, fun chappie on Friday (: It was so beautiful out I even wrote a poem about it! I might post in in an upcoming chapter if you want me to (: Sorry that it's been taking me so long to update (especially I'm Only Sleeping) I've been writing a TON of poems and songs and such. I'm also working on a collab with sunshineharrison called Helter Skelter! and it's up on her page(: Enjoy and RnR!

Because I am completely stupid and forgetful, I 1) thought this was Chapter 14, and 2) didn't even post this when I typed it yesterday. Wow, Amanda, wow. *facepalm*

Mandy's POV

The breeze played and tossed my hair about as I sat in the grass after school. Today was a perfect day. The sun warmed my back while the wind kept it cool.

Footsteps came up behind me, but I didn't bother to turn around. I already knew who it was.

"Hey."

"Ello," I replied casually, still not sparing him a glance.

He contently sighed and lounged on the grass next to me. "I love it outside."

"Mmhm..." I rested my head back onot my shoulders and smiled. "It's certainly beautiful out."

"Yeah..." I knew he turned to look at me, but I ignored it. I didn't want anymore awkward moments. He grabbed a bit of my hair and chuckled, "I can't believe he did this."

"I can. I don't really care anymore, though. It's just hair."

"Yeah, but it's long hair. And it's fun." Like the silly boy he was, he started playing with it, braiding and putting flowers in it.

Finally, I looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. George had taught me how, and I intended to use it. "...the hell, James?"

He looked up and grinned. "It's shiny."

I couldn't resist giggling at his childishness. "You're so weird sometimes."

Without replying, he continued being my hairdresser. He would twist it 'round his fingers with a thoughtful expression, his mind far away. Normally I couldn't stand having people touch my hair, but this was different.

After a couple of minutes, I set my head on his shoulder. Students still waiting for their rides looked at us quizzically, but I was somewhere far away like Paul. He tensed at my touch but soon relaxed.

His hair (which he hadn't combed back today, thank god) tickled my cheek while the wind ran through it. I smiled. Nothing could beat this moment. I closed my eyes and basked in the sun and my hapiness. I wanted to stay there forever. Words and phrases aligned in my mind, forming a poem.

...

A very faint noise interrupted my daydreaming. It took me a couple of seconds to realise that it was Paul.

"Mandy," he gently shook my shoulder. "Mandy, wake up. C'mon Bates!"

I groaned "Whaaatttt?" and opened my eyes.

"Ye fell asleep again, love." A soft smile rested on his lips. His perfect, adorable, juicy- Wait a minute, did I just think juicy? My mind was still in dreamy sleep-mode, subject to even worse distractions and absent-mindedness than my normal awake brain.

"Well let me sleep more," I yawned and hugged his arm. I was right the first time: he was one good damn comfy pillow.

"But Mandy," he chuckled. "It's almost 5. Doncha have dance?"

I lazily flicked my hand in a "pshh"-valley-girl style. "Oh, who gives a damn about dance?"

"Normally, you do!" He pushed against me, trying to stand. Reluctantly, I gave in. It was either that or he probably would have lifted me over his shoulder and forced me home. If I wasn't completely terrified of being carried, that might have not been such a bad thing. "Ey, Sleeping Beauty, I'll walk ya home." He linked his arm through mine after grabbing our bags and guided my tired body.

Once we'd walked a bit, I started returning to full-consiousness. "It's such a pity I have to go home..."

"Now why's that?"

"Because it's not nearly as peaceful and gorgeous there as it is out here."

"You really love it, doncha?"

"You bet. You can't feel the sun through walls.

He smiled at me with an amused grin.

"What?" I asked, confused and slightly annoyed.

"Nothin'... Yer just so easily pleased and content. Ya enjoy the simple things. I like that."

His words made my cheeks flush scarlett. "T-Thanks..."

"Yer very welcome." He turned to me. Hopefully my cheeks had returned somewhat of their normal colour by then. He was the only person who'd ever been able to make me blush.

My new braids bounced against my back and an odd thought came to me. "James..."

"Yeah? What is it, doll?"

"Since when have you known how to braid hair?"

He laughed loudly and shrugged. "Ya know, I don't exactly recall."

I playfully bumped against him. "You're so odd."

He punched my shoulder in reply. "Nowhere near as odd as you!"

"Yeah, that'd be pretty scary. I like being odd, though."

"Good, 'cause ya wouldn't be near as fun if ya weren't."

"Now what's that supposed to mean!"

"Nothin'! Nothin' at all."

"James Paul McCartney you tell me what you meant by that!"

"Never!" He started running away, laughing at my bemusement.

"James! I called after him, sprinting to catch up. Today had been great.

A/N: I loveeee this chapter :D Sadly, the next one isn't so great :/ Oh well, it is important to the plot... REVIEW ^^