Prudence's POV

I was in my bedroom, thinking. Why couldn't I shed a single tear when I was feeling angry and sad that time? I tried so hard, but I still couldn't. I was also thinking whom should I choose. John or Paul? I love them both, but I must choose one.

I liked John first, but he had been rather mean and annoying to me since the first day of filming. And then all of a sudden, he kissed me, and told me that he wanted me. He's married, and has a family of his own!

But Paul…Paul had been very nice to me, and understands how I'd been feeling. He listened to me, and he's kind to me. I love him, and he loves me, too. I was very right at choosing whom I should lose my virginity to. He's with the lovely actress, Jane Asher, but she hadn't been really around, because of her busy acting job.

I stood up from the bed, and heaved out a sigh. I walked to the window, and opened it. The fresh air went inside the room, and the breeze gently swept the hair from my back, and they rested upon my shoulders.

John or Paul, John or Paul? I thought to myself, and then suddenly their voices were on my mind.

Hello, little girl. I suppose that 'little girl' is no longer appropriate for a young lady, like you. That was the first time when John talked to me. I was giggling, and was very nervous when I first met him.

I remembered when I first touched Paul's very soft face. I remembered of being very surprised that I was touching Paul McCartney's face. I laughed just by thinking about it.

And then I remembered Paul saying to me that if he weren't dating Jane, he would make me his lover. Well, Paul and I are finally secret lovers.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and I immediately answered it. I saw Pattie standing before me, and she told me that I have a guest.

"Who is it?" I asked her.

"It's Paul," she answered. "He told me that he really needs to talk to you. It's very important, he said."

I nodded my head. "Okay," I said, and stepped out of my room. I didn't see him sitting on the living room. "Where is he?"

"Outside. I didn't see him, though."

I walked towards the door, and when I opened it, I saw Paul, with bloody face, leaning against the wall. I walked out, and closed the door behind me. I walked to him, and looked at him with a surprised look on my face.

"What happened?" I asked him, as I slowly wiped the blood away from his face.

"I got in to a fight with John," he said, and he leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Oh, Paul! What for?" I asked him.

"He told me to stay away from you, but I said that I don't want to stay away from you. He started pushing me, and I pushed him back. And then he hit me." He said.

"Poor you," I said, and wrapped him around my arms. "We should get your face cleaned. It's bloody as hell!"

I brought him inside the hotel room, and my friends were startled when they saw Paul's bloody face.

"Nothing to see here, girls!" I said to them as I walked Paul to my room as fast as I could.

I immediately closed and locked the door once I was in. I told Paul to sit on my bed while I go to the bathroom. I went back to the room with a wet cloth, and I sat beside him on the bed.

"Lie down, Paul," I instructed him.

He rested his head on my laps, and his face was facing mine. I cleaned his face slowly and carefully, and gently compressed his small wounds across his cheek and upper lip. Poor Paul…I hated to see him looking like shit.

"Ouch!" he cried in agony when I compressed the wet cloth upon his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Paul," I said. "It will hurt for a while."

I pressed harder.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

I ignored him. I check the wound on his cheek, and it had stopped bleeding. I moved on to his upper lip, and gently compressed the wound located just above his upper lip. He didn't cry in agony this time.

"You don't need stitches for those wounds," I said. "They will heal in three days or less. Are you feeling better now?"

"Quite," he said while looking at me. "You know what will make me feel better? A kiss on each wounds."

I chuckled, and planted a tender kiss on his cheek. I leaned my lips closer to his, and I gently pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes, and didn't think what was going on. I slightly opened my mouth, and he slid his tongue in. But he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked him softly.

"Do you love me, Prudence?" he asked me after a short pause.

"Of course, I love you, Paul," I said to him with a loving smile. "Not because you're a Beatle."

"Why do you love me?" he asked me with a cheeky (yet handsome) smile on his face.

I chuckled, and gently stroked his thick dark hair. I looked at his handsome hazel eyes lovingly, and smiled at him warmly.

"Because you are very sweet, Paul. You are very kind to me…you've treat me kindly, unlike the people I know in my life…except Peyton." I said. I chuckled. "I remember that day when you told me that you weren't dating Jane Asher, you would make me yours."

He chuckled, and winked at me. "I still remember," he said. "And you're mine, now, already, aren't you? Well, secretly, but it's still the same, right?"

"Yes." I said with a nod.

He let out a sigh. "Do you still love John?" he asked me humbly.

"Why are you asking me that question?" I asked him.

"Please, answer my question, Prudence," he said kindly. "I need to know. Do you still love him?"

I bit my lower lip, and a tear dropped from my eye. He wiped the tear away from my face.

"Why are you crying, Prudence?" he asked me as he sat straight beside me.

A group of tears dropped from my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away. He held my hand, and he looked at me deeply.

"Yes, I still love him, Paul," I admitted with a sob. "But I love you more than him."

"And is that why you kissed him?" he asked me.

"What?"

"You still love him, and that's why you kissed him?" he asked me.

I shook my head, and looked at him. "No," I said. "I didn't kiss him. It was John who kissed me. I couldn't do anything, Paul." I buried my face on my hand. "I'm terribly bad at these things."

He rested his finger on my chin, and he turned my head. My eyes met his, and I bit my lower lip. He pushed a stray of hair behind my ear, and smiled at me tenderly. He planted a passionate kiss on my lips, and he looked at me lovingly after that.

"It's all right, love," he said to me kindly, and hugged me around his arms lovingly. "I understand…I'm not even mad at you. I'm mad at him, though, for kissing you, and telling me to stay away from you."

I rested my head on his shoulder, and hugged him back. I felt safe with him just by holding me tight around his arms. I quietly sniffed his hair, and his hair smelled very nice.

She'd decided whom she wanted to be steady with. And that is Paul. It's not because she loves him more than John…but it's because that she didn't want to be a home wrecker with John and his family.

She closed her eyes, and tried to push that thought away from her mind.