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August 1960

Eleanor's POV

I was sitting on my bed while reading a book the night before Paul and his bandmates are going to Hamburg. I couldn't concentrate on the book I was reading. My thoughts were meandering about the room. I couldn't focus at all.

They finally stopped when I heard a knock on my window. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I wondered who might that be. Could it be a ghost like I see in the movies? Or a killer!

My heart stopped beating fast when I saw Paul's head outside the window, and the rest of his body. I sighed in relief, and walked towards the window.

"Paul, what are you doing here?" I asked him as I opened the window.

"I want to take you out on a date," he said with a whispering voice.

"Aren't you supposed to do that with Dorothy?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

"But I've been to lots and lots of dates with her!" he said softly. "And I want to have a date with you."

"How does Dot feel about this?" I asked him.

"She doesn't feel anything, because she doesn't and won't know about it, love," he said. "Go on, please. Just one date with me, and that's it."

I didn't say anything, but I kept on looking at him. Why did he want to go on a date with me instead of with Dot? I know that he'd been going on lots of dates with Dot, but…why with me?

"Why do you want to go out on a date with me, Paul?" I asked him.

"First of all, it's only a friendly date," he said. "Why do I want to go out on a date with you, you ask? It's because I want you to know how it feels like to be out on a date, you silly girl! And to know how it feels like to be my girlfriend."

"I thought it's a friendly date?" I asked with a smirk.

"Blast! Stop teasing me!" he said.

"I'm not teasing you."

"Please—just go on a date with me." He said.

"I'm not allowed to go out, I'm sorry," I said with a wider smirk.

"Sneak out, then! Your parents won't know and find out about it, I swear to God," he said.

"But both of my parents know everything."

"They know everything, because they're witches," he said. "But they won't know everything tonight, because they're in their bedroom having old people sex."

I wanted to laugh really loud and hard for what Paul said, but I couldn't or my parents would hear me laughing all by myself, and they'd think I'm crazy. It was true, though—my parents locked themselves in their bedroom, and ever since I opened my book, I'd been hearing the banging on the walls, and soft moans from their bedroom. I got disgusted just by imagining them having old people sex. Gross.

"Alright, I'll go," I decided.

"Yes!"

I walked to my wardrobe, and grabbed my jacket. I wore it, and then stepped out from my room through the window. Paul held my hand, and we both jumped off from the room. We landed on our feet, but I lost my balance, and we fell down.

"Hurry up!" he said. "Before those parents of yours stop fucking each other! Have you locked the door?"

"I always lock my bedroom door," I said as we stood up from the ground.

"Run, run, run, run, run!" he said, and we ran down the street together, and laughed at the excitement.

Paul's POV

We had a late dinner together at a local diner. We shared a large portion of fish and chips together. Oh, and, I opened the door for her, because I'm a real gentleman—and to prove to her I fancy her…a lot. But she didn't seem surprised. Maybe she'd forgotten about the time when she asked me how I'd treat my girlfriend. Even though she's not my lover, she's my friend who is a girl.

"This is lovely, Paul!" she said when we'd finished our dinner.

"Yes it is, but I'm afraid we're not done yet," I said.

We walked out of the diner after I paid for the food. I stood behind her, and closed her eyes with both of my hands.

"Paul, what ever are you doing?" she asked me with a small laugh.

"Covering your eyes so you can't see where we're going," I said. "Go on, walk now."

I followed right behind her, and told her the directions to go.

"Paul, where are we?" she asked me when I ordered her to stop walking.

We were standing on top of a small hill of a park, the sky was dark, but the stars were shining bright. I uncovered her eyes, and I heard her gasp. She looked around her, and I smiled as I put my hands inside my pockets.

"Where are we?" she asked me with a gasp.

"At the usual park you always go to," I said, and smiled when she looked at me.

"I often go to this usual park, but I've never been to this spot before!" she said with sparkles in her dark eyes.

"Maybe you should explore more," I said with a wink, and then sat down on the grass. "Come now, sit beside me, love."

She sat crossed-legs beside me, and there came an awkward silence between us. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her since I saw her first came to our gig last month—and how jealous I felt when I saw her kissing Stuart at the club. But I didn't dare to tell her that. I was too scared to tell her about it. Yes, I admit it. I'm a pussy!

"Hey, Paul," she said, and I looked at her. She smiled at me, and held my hand in a friendly manner. "Thank you for taking me here."

"You're welcome, love," I said with a friendly smile. "Well, it's a lovely night, and I thought of taking you here. This is my favorite spot, if you'd like to know. I come here to think when I am confused, or…just lonely."

She squeezed my hand, and chuckled. "Well, you're not lonely anymore," she said with a beautiful smile. "I'm here with you."

I nodded my head. "I know." I said, and let out a sigh. "You know, I've never took anybody else here."

She looked at me in disbelief. "Really?" she asked.

I nodded my head. "Not even Dot, or George, or John," I said. "You're the first person to come here with me."

She smiled at me in a different way. Usually she'd smile at me in a friendly manner, but now she was smiling at me in a sort of swooning manner.

"Eleanor, I…I…" Damn, why was it so hard to tell her that I love her? "I…think you are the greatest…friend that I've ever had. And I'm going to miss you very much."

She smiled at me wider, but I saw the disappointed look on her eyes. "I'm going to miss you, too, Paul," she said.

After all of this, I took her back to her room by climbing the tree, which was next to her room. When she came back in to her room through the window, she stuck her head out, and looked at me.

"Would you like to come in for a while, Paul?" she asked. "Or maybe spend the night, here, because…it's really late at night."

I smiled at her. "Sure, love." I said.

I walked in to her room through the window, and closed the window.

"Where do I sleep?" I asked her as I took off my jacket.

"You can sleep on the bed…with me." She said softly.

I nodded my head, and sat down on the bed beside her.

"Are your parents still doing it?" I asked teasingly.

"No, I don't think so, because it's awfully quiet." She said with a quiet laugh.

Her hair was on her face, and it was blocking my view of her lovely eyes. I pushed her hair behind her ear, and I did the same thing to the other one. We looked at each other, and my heart was beating fast.

She suddenly burst into tears, and she sobbed silently. I set my arm on her shoulders—not in an awkward way, because I was used to it, and I looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Why are you crying, Ellie?" I asked her.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Paulie," she said.

I brought her into a warm embrace, and let her cry on my chest. I gently stroked her hair, and her back. "I'm going to miss you, too, Eleanor," he said. "But I'll be back again."

"But we both don't know when you'll be back," she said.

"I know, but…you have Ramona and Mike to talk to." I said.

"Yes, but they're different people," she said, and looked at me.

"I'll tell you what," I said, "I will write letters to you all the time. I will tell you what happened in Hamburg. And, perhaps, send you a few pictures of me being there. And I will tell you in these letters how much I miss you." Now I was talking like as if I was her boyfriend, but it didn't matter.

She laughed quietly. "I can't hardly wait," she said.

I wiped the tears away from her face, and gave her a handsome smile. "Now, let's go to sleep," I said. "You look awfully tired."

We lied down on the bed, under the covers, facing each other. I watched her sleep, and when I heard her softly sigh when she'd fell asleep, I said to her softly: "I love you, Eleanor." Hopefully, she heard what I said in her sleep.

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