Author's Note: Okay, so, here it is chapter seven of Who Knows How Long I've Loved You. Thanks for the reviews, everyone. It was a few days ago, I was feeling sort of blue, because of these two jerks at school, and I came home, getting so many reviews for this story, How To Live Like a Beatle, and Dear Prudence! I felt very happy! You guys are the best! :D Okay, so, enjoy this chapter.

P.S. This is the chapter where Eleanor has her first kiss, so enjoy.

July 1960

George's POV

Friday night, and The Silver Beatles were performing in the Jacaranda Club. It was a new decade, and fashion had changed a little bit. Girls were now wearing tight black mini skirts, and have large hairstyle, called Bouffant. Boys were now wearing leather—jackets, pants, shoes, and hats. But rock and roll was still the same.

Something—someone—caught my attention. I saw a dark-haired girl walking in to the club with her friend. They were both in black, but looked very fashionable. I kept on looking at the dark-haired girl, but she didn't notice me. Strange, she looked really familiar.

When we stopped playing around twelve at night, Paul called her name. That girl turned out to be Eleanor.

Oh, my word! She looked really beautiful! The most beautiful girl in the club! I couldn't believe my eyes! It'd been quite a long time since I saw Eleanor. Even though we rode the same bus, but I never paid attention to where she was sitting or whatever she was doing in the bus.

I kept on looking at her throughout the gig. Nonstop! She was dancing with her friend on the dance floor, and she had groovy moves. She was quite a dancer! She bobbed her head to the beat of the music with her eyes closed, and her hips shaking. She was amazing!

Paul went down the stage, and approached her. She had a large grin on her face as he approached her. They talked for a while, and then I saw her looking at me. My heart was racing, and I couldn't think for a while. I was about to smile at her, but she looked away. But she looked at me, again, when Paul and Dorothy were snogging in front of her and Ramona, her friend. I grinned at her, and she smiled at me back. Oh, Lord, have mercy on me.

I lighted a cigarette as I put my guitar back inside the case. I climbed down the stage while carrying it. I sat on the bar with Pete, and he bought us two beers.

"It was a fun gig, wasn't it?" said Pete.

"Oh, yes, it was," I agreed with a nod. "It's a drag that it's twelve o'clock already."

"I heard John and Stuart agree on us going to Hamburg to perform," he said.

"They are?"

He nodded his head.

Why, oh, why must they agree on decision of us going to Hamburg? I wouldn't be seeing or talking to Eleanor anymore! We would be so far away! Wait...I hadn't even spoken a word to her ever since she told me she loved me. What made me think that Iris was prettier than Eleanor? I mean, look at Eleanor! I wouldn't care if she's blonde or not. She's pretty, and really clever, and kind.

"Hey, George, look," said Pete, interrupting my thoughts. "Your girlfriend is dancing with Stuart."

"What? My girlfriend?" I asked, and turned my head to the dance floor.

I saw Eleanor slow dancing with Stuart on the dance floor. They were the only two people dancing there. Jealousy came over me. I was supposed to be in his place on that moment...if I were brave enough to ask Eleanor to dance with me. You know, some times I hate being very shy!

"Eleanor's not my girlfriend," I said to Pete.

He laughed. "Whatever."

Eleanor looked at me from Stuart's shoulder, and I looked at her back as I drank my beer. She immediately looked away, and began talking to Stuart again. And then, they did the most surprising thing I'd ever seen! Stuart kissed her! I choked when I drank my beer after seeing them kiss. I coughed really hard, and set the huge glass down on the bar. I felt Pete hitting me on the back so I wouldn't cough. I opened my eyes, and cleared my throat.

"Are you all right, George?" Pete asked me.

I looked at him. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said.

"Your face is all red!" he said.

"No, really, I'm fine," I said, and cleared my throat.

Eleanor's POV

My heart started to beat faster when I saw Paul coming towards me. I brought my best friend, Ramona, with me. I didn't want to come to the boys' gig alone. I might look like a sad, and lonely girl.

"Hi, Paul," I greeted him with a large grin. He looked more mature, now, but he still had those amazing pair of eyes—and eyebrows.

"You brought Ramona," he said with a grin.

"Of course! She'd always wanted to see you perform." I said. "And I didn't want to look lonely."

"Well, what do you think about The Silver Beatles, Ramona?" asked Paul as he dragged out a cigarette from his pocket.

"I think…they're the next big thing!" said Ramona with a smile.

Paul laughed, and my eyes met George's. He was still on stage while putting his guitar in the guitar case. He was looking at me. Why was he looking at me? Was there something wrong with my appearance? Look away, Eleanor. Look away.

Dorothy—Paul's girlfriend—came to Paul's arms, and they started to snog in front of Ramona and I. I looked at them in disgust, and then my eyes met George's again. He was still looking at me. Oh, Lord, he's now smiling at me. What should I do?

I smiled back at him, and then his smile turned into a grin. His fangs were showing. Oh, Lord, have mercy on me.

"Why don't you two get a room?" I suggested to Paul and Dot, because they were starting to create soft moaning sounds, and made Ramona and I felt uncomfortable.

Paul looked at me, and then he stopped snogging Dot.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Eleanor," he said, and then wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "You're just jealous because I'm snogging, and you're not."

I threw his arm off me, and then laughed. "Oh, shut up, Paul!" I said.

"Why don't you dance with Stuart, over there?" he asked, and pointed at his dark-haired band mate, who was drinking on a table alone. Stuart was a really nice bloke. He loved to give his sketches to me. "He seems lonely."

I pushed Paul away, and I walked to Stuart. I didn't know what I was doing. My heart was racing, because Stuart's so good-looking. He looked at me when I stood beside him.

"Hi, Stuart," I greeted him with a huge smile.

"Well, hello, Ms. Walker," he greeted me back as he took off his dark shades. "What can I do for you?"

"Paul told me to dance with you," I said, my cheeks blushing. "Would you like to dance?"

"Let me finish my drink first," he said. "Sit here, with me."

I sat on the chair next to his, and I looked at George. He was still putting his guitar inside the case as he smoked his cigarette.

I felt Stuart's hand on mine, and I glanced at him. His eyebrows were both raised, and his handsome eyes were looking at mine. My heart was beating really fast, as if it could break through my chest.

"Would you like to dance now?" he asked me.

I nodded my head, and then he dragged me to the dance floor. We held each other tight as we slowly swayed to the slow music playing in the jukebox. I looked at George, who was drinking at a bar with Pete. He looked at me, and I immediately looked away.

"Who are you looking at?" Stuart asked me.

I looked at him, and I could feel my cheeks burning red.

"George," I said with a sigh.

"I heard you fancy him," he said.

I nodded my head slowly. "But it was a long time ago…" I said. "I don't know about now."

"And let me tell you something," he said, and I looked at him. "He fancies you, too."

My eyes widened. "What?" I asked.

"It's true," he said. "He doesn't know how to tell you. And too shy. Poor lad."

My legs started to feel like jelly, and my arms were trembling. Why couldn't George just tell me he fancies me? And then we'd be living happily like in those fairy tales bollocks.

"Do you want me to make him jealous?" he asked me.

"How?" I asked him.

"This." He held my chin, and kissed me on the lips. Stuart gave me my first kiss! I couldn't believe it! Both of his eyes were closed. What should I do now?

It occurred suddenly and naturally, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him back as I closed my eyes. I felt his hands rubbing on my back. He angled his face, and he opened my mouth with his. I felt his warm tongue sliding in my mouth. I heard someone coughing really loud, but nothing seemed to matter to me that moment. He slowly parted his lips from mine, and we looked at each other deeply. I think I was going to have a heart attack. I could faint in any minute now.

"How was that?" I asked him softly, my heart was beating fast.

He looked behind my shoulder, and then looked at me again.

"Eleanor, I think you just made two members of The Silver Beatles jealous," he said with a smile.

I smiled at him back, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Paul's POV

I smiled when I saw Eleanor dancing with Stuart. They were talking as they slow danced to the music. Dorothy went to the bathroom to powder her nose, and Ramona was standing beside me. We were both looking at Eleanor and Stuart. They made a cute couple.

"Uh-oh," said Ramona, "looks like someone is jealous."

I looked at her. "Who?" I asked.

"George," she said, and gestured at the bar across the room.

I looked at George. He was looking at Eleanor and Stuart with a jealous look on his face. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.

"Ooo, George," I teased, but he didn't hear.

Suddenly Ramona gasped, and poked me on the shoulder. "Paul, look!" she said, and I looked at to where she was pointing.

She was pointing at Eleanor and Stuart holding each other tight, and—kissing! My eyes widened, and I heard George coughing. Holy shit! Why were Eleanor and Stuart kissing? What the fuck?

Hold on—why did I care that Eleanor and Stuart were kissing? Shouldn't I be ignoring about the fact they're kissing? Holy shit! Was I in love with Eleanor?

Dorothy went home earlier, and so did Ramona. I walked to the bus stop with Eleanor, and I noticed her lips were cherry red. She was holding my arm, and she was smiling and swooning at the same time.

"Now, what are you smiling about?" I asked her, rather annoyed.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Nothing." She said, and bit her lower lip.

"I saw you kissing Stuart," I said, and she nodded her head—still smiling. "How did it feel? Your first kiss, I mean."

"Wonderful!" she sighed, and spun around.

Stupid Stuart for kissing Eleanor!

"So…does that mean you like him?" I asked.

She gripped my arm again. I liked the feeling of her long and slender fingers holding my arm. "I don't know, Paul," she said, her smile was slowly fading, and then looked at me. "I don't know!"

"Search your feelings, love," I said, and decided to lie. "He has a girlfriend, you know?"

She raised her eyebrows. "He does?" she asked, and I nodded my head. She started to cry. She'd been sensitive ever since George rejected her. She's sixteen going on seventeen, but still wasn't that strong girl I know.

"Don't cry, Eleanor," I said, and hugged her tight as she cried on my chest. "Please, stop crying." I don't like to see a girl crying. I really don't.

"I'm sorry, Paul," she sobbed, and looked at me. "I'm sorry!"

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong." I said, holding both of her arms.

"I did!" she said. "I didn't stop him when he kissed me! I'm such a stupid, stupid girl!"

"Don't say that," I said. "You're the smartest girl I know. You were just hypnotized when he kissed you. Everyone feels that way."

She looked away, and had stopped crying. "He didn't tell me he had a girlfriend," she said softly.

"Yeah, well, he didn't want you to know, or his mood to kiss you will be gone." I said.

"Let's jut go home." She said softly. "I'm too tired to discuss about this."

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