A/N: Chapter twelve of "Dear Prudence". It's May 22 in my country, and I'm still alive. I'M IMMORTAL! Hahah! Anyway, have fun reading this chapter of the story. I'll shut up now. Okay. Read.
Paul and Prudence were walking down the hallway to her room, and none of them spoke a word. Her second favorite Beatle was holding her hand, and he was going to listen to her! Oh! finally, someone to talk to!
"I forgot to ask you how are you today," he said with a chuckle.
"I'm fine, Paul," she answered with a chuckle. "Although I'm feeling not that good. Rather nauseous, but I'm fine. I'll be fine. Perfectly fine."
"Fine?" he asked while looking at her. "Is that the only adjective to describe how you are feeling?"
She nodded her head as an answer.
"Why don't you say another adjective to describe how you are feeling?" he asked her. "Perhaps, morose, exhausted, or something else?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm missing someone, actually," she admitted with a sigh as she unlocked the hotel room.
"Whom are you missing?" he asked her. "Your boyfriend?"
She nodded her head slowly, and gently opened the door. "Yes, my boyfriend," she said, and walked inside her hotel room with Paul following behind her. "I need to call him. You can sit on the sofa while waiting." She closed the door.
"Okay, love," he said and sat down on the sofa while looking at Prudence as she walked towards the telephone.
She pressed the numbers of Christian's home telephone, and waited for someone (Christian, actually) to answer the call. She sat on the table beside the telephone, and leaned her head against the wall. She looked at Paul, and smiled at him.
"Hello?" answered Mrs. O'Connor on the telephone.
"Hello, Mrs. O'Connor," said Prudence cheerfully. "This is Prudence."
"Oh, hello, Prudence!" said Mrs. O'Connor. "Are you looking for Christian?"
"Yes, I am," she said with a nod. "Is he there?"
"No, he's not here, dear," she answered.
"Oh, okay," she said, quite disappointed. "Tell him that I called and said hello."
"Of course, dear. Goodbye, Prudence."
"Goodbye, Mrs. O'Connor." She said to her and hung up.
"So, how did it go?" asked Paul as she stood up from the table and walked towards him.
"Apparently, he's not home," she said with a sigh. "Off to some place, I think. Let's go to my room, then. I am sure that the girls will be here soon."
"Okay." He said, and stood up from the sofa.
He followed her to her bedroom, and he awkwardly stood very close behind her. She let out a ticklish chuckle.
"You can sit on the chair or on the bed, Paul," she said with a chuckle. He sat on the end of the bed, and she sat down on the chair beside the window after closing and locking the door.
"Come here, love," he said to her. "Sit beside me."
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised and a smile.
"Come on, please," he begged with a wink, and he patted the space beside him.
She rolled her eyes, and said "Fine." She stood up from the chair, and sat beside him really close until their arms were against each other. He held her hands on his palms, and set them on his laps.
"Go on, you can start telling me whatever you want to tell," he said kindly.
"Where shall I start?" she asked her while thinking.
"Anywhere."
She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly and meaningfully.
"Paul," she began after a short pause, "even though I have a boyfriend, I some times still feel lonely. Perhaps, listening to John singing on the records makes me feel lonely. All those love songs he sings are for Cynthia. Yes, I am in love with John, Paul. Not the kind of fangirl love, but love as in…deep and intense feelings."
Aha! I knew it! Paul thought to himself.
"Then what are you sad about?" he asked her.
She let out a sad sigh. "I am sad that he is married already," she said. "He has a wife and a son. And I am worried about something, Paul."
"What is it?"
"I am worried…what if John starts to have feelings towards me, like I have for him?" she said. "What if he cheats on Cynthia, and was caught fooling around with me? I would be one of those home-wreckers." She sighed. "And then there's Christian! He can be sensitive some times. I don't want to break the poor lad's heart. What's wrong with me?" She added.
"Do you want to know what's wrong with you?" he asked her, and she nodded her head as an answer. "You care too much, that is what's wrong with you. Why don't you be a little…careless? I heard that you and Pattie were arguing about her relationship. I'm not saying that you are nosy, love. No, you're not."
"If I be careless, I will be careless forever," she said. "I will start forgetting things, I will be lazy, and all that bad stuff. Besides, I do not like to change. Once you've changed, it's hard to go back being the person you used to be."
He looked at her with kind eyes. "How do you know about that, Prudence?" he asked her, curious and interested.
"Take a look at Pattie," she said. "She used to be a very nice bird until she became a model. When she came back, she was absolutely different! She's prettier, she often wears make up, and she is very proud. Worst of all, she likes to show off to our schoolmates that she got this and she got that. One day, she came to me, and told me that she didn't quite like being…fabulous. She told me that she wanted to be her old self again, but she couldn't, because it's hard! No, it's not hard. It's very hard, Paul." She sighed. "Would you like to know why that I didn't allow her to be with George?" she added.
He nodded his head as an answer.
"When she was dating with Eric, she often fooled around with a lot of men. I didn't allow her to be with George, because I am very afraid that she will still fool around with men even though she have the last single Beatle on her hands. I am afraid that she will break poor George's heart. That's why, Paul."
He nodded his head. "I see."
"And I've got to admit, I've always been jealous of her, because she's very pretty, and the finest and most handsome boys would immediately fall head over heals in love with her as if she's Aphrodite, Greek goddess of beauty! Oh, damn."
He gently patted her arm, and smiled at her handsomely. "Prudence, she may be pretty, but you are beautiful." he said, their faces were very close. "I'm not telling you that to make you feel good of yourself. I mean it, love." He pushed her hair behind her ear.
"Thank you, Paul," she thanked him softly, and her eyes met his.
"You're welcome," he said to her. Without thinking, he planted a gentle and tender kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks turned pink, and her heart began to race. He brushed his lips to hers, and she couldn't think straight anymore. She tried to part her lips from his, but she couldn't help thinking that he had the sweetest lips that she ever tasted (so far).
"Please, don't kiss me, Paul," she said softly, holding his collars on her palms.
"Why not?" he asked her after parting his lips from hers, and looked at her deeply in the eyes. "I know that you need a kiss."
"I know, but…Christian, back home—"
"He wouldn't know," he said to her, and continued kissing her. "Now, stop worrying."
She thought of a question to ask him so that he would stop kissing her. It was the best feeling in the world to be kissed by the handsome Paul McCartney, but…it wasn't his lips that she wanted to be kissed by. She wanted the witty John Lennon's lips on hers, but she knew that it would never happen.
"Paul," she said gently, "do you think that I am…boring?"
He stopped kissing her, and looked at her. "No, I don't," he said while gently caressing her cheek with his thumb. "I think that you are the most interesting bird I've ever met. Now, who would say that you are boring?"
"John."
"Don't listen to him," he said, and planted another kiss on her lips. "Feel much better now, love?"
She gently nodded her head. "Yes," she said. "I feel very relieved after telling you about my problems. Thank you for listening, Paul."
He planted a kiss on her forehead, and shot her a deadly handsome wink that made her heart beat even faster until she wanted to faint.
"Any time, love," he said to her with his famous handsome smile.
A/N: Thank you for reading, beloved readers. Please tell me what you think by reviewing this chapter! Once again, thank you for reading! I promise that I will publish the next chapter soon. Just be patient and don't be jittery, readers! :D Have a nice day :)