Author's Note: Hello, everyone! How are you all? Good? Good! Sorry it took me a long time to update this chapter. I was planning to update this a day before Christmas, but I decided to not to, because I don't want my readers to wait too long :) Well, then, here it is! Enjoy!

Paul's POV

It was Christmas Eve, and all shops were having really grand sales to celebrate the cheerful event of the month—and perhaps of the year. I walked down the street between my dad and Mike. We were having a Christmas shopping. I looked at the shops, trying to find the perfect gift for Eleanor. I had asked her what she wanted for Christmas, and she told me she didn't know what she wanted for Christmas. I bet there was something she wanted, but I didn't want to ask her, because she might think I was being nosy.

"What do you think is the perfect gift for Eleanor?" I asked my dad.

"Why don't you get her a book?" he suggested.

A book. What book should I buy for her? It seemed like she had read all the books that had ever been published. I decided to go to the bookstore, and I told dad and Mike I would meet them in a diner for lunch. I found the nearest bookshop, and searched for a good book for my Eleanor.

I found a book with the title Lolita. I opened the book, and saw the summary on the first page. It was about a pedophile. Eleanor wouldn't like it. I moved on, and found a book with a French title, Bonjour Tristesse. I only knew the meaning of Bonjour, not Tristesse. I opened the book, and read the summary on the first page. I could tell from the summary, Eleanor would like it very much. I decided to buy the book for Eleanor. And then there was a French-English, English-French dictionary. It was very thick, and I think it would be more useful to Eleanor than the Bonjour Tristesse book. I decided to buy the dictionary for Eleanor. I was very sure she would love it!

When I met dad and Mike in a diner for lunch, dad told Mike and I we were going to the Walkers' house tonight for Christmas dinner, and so he wanted us to wear an appropriate suit. I was very excited for dinner. I couldn't wait to see Eleanor!

(~o~)

My heart was beating very fast when dad rang the doorbell of the Walkers' house. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, and fixed my collar. I wanted to look good for Eleanor—well, not just only Eleanor, but also for her parents, even though I wasn't Eleanor's lover. But I am her close friend.

The door opened, and we saw Mrs. Walker standing before us dressed in a green dress with a smile on her face. She greeted us, and told us to come in. She hung our coats on the coat hanger while she called Eleanor. I greeted Mr. Walker, and when I turned to look at the staircase, I saw Eleanor walking down the staircase. Her hair was tied back with a red ribbon, and her dark bangs were resting against her wide forehead. Her cheeks were very red, but she wasn't wearing make up. She was wearing a long-sleeved, a few centimeters below the knee red dress with a white collar, and she was wearing a pair of red high heels. She smiled at me, and I smiled at her back. When I turned to look at Mike, his mouth was opened really wide.

"You don't want to catch a fly, don't you, Michael?" I asked him with a smirk, closing his mouth.

He laughed nervously, and scratched the back of his head.

Eleanor walked to us, and gave each of us warm hugs. That meant a lot for Mike, even though he had a girlfriend already.

We ate a very delicious turkey, Mrs. Walker made it herself with a little help from Eleanor. The dinner was filled with laughter, and it was very merry. But Eleanor didn't speak a word. She only laughed and grinned—but didn't say a word. We had fruitcakes for dessert. Mrs. Walker told us Eleanor baked them herself. Eleanor would make a really good housewife. She would be a really good wife of mine. I could imagine her in kitchen wearing aprons, and, well, cook.

And after dinner, we sang songs in the living room. Dad played the piano for us, and we sang Christmas songs. I stood next to Eleanor, and we exchanged smiles. She looked very beautiful tonight. If only I could tell her that.

Eleanor's POV

I wasn't that excited when mother told me she invited the McCartneys for dinner tonight. I was excited that I was going to meet Paul, but I wasn't really excited when I was told to wear a dress. Great. I don't have problems with dresses, I just don't like dressing up for occasions, that's all. And I was on my bloody period.

I went out to have a nice walk near the shops in Liverpool while watching the snow gently fell down from the sky to the wet, slippery ground. It was a lovely Christmas Eve, and very festive. People—mostly women—walked in and out of shops, carrying so many shopping bags, while men were busy chopping or buying Christmas trees for their living rooms. I looked at the window shops so I would find a good Christmas gift for Ramona, Paul, Mike, Mr. McCartney, and my parents. I didn't want to give George a gift, because he had been quite rude to me ever since he started dating that ugly oaf, Ruth Morrison.

I came home from Christmas shopping carrying the gifts I bought for my friends. I went straight to my room, and wrapped them with giftwraps and ribbons. I bought Ramona a new LP of Elvis; for Paul I bought a collection of photos of Brigitte Bardot; I bought a book about photography for Mike, because he'd been very interested of photography ever since I matured. He told me I have a very interesting, funny face. Just like Audrey Hepburn's! And lastly, I bought a picture frame for Mr. McCartney where he could put a picture of Paul and Mike there.

After wrapping all those gifts, I went downstairs to help my mother cook turkey and bake the fruitcakes. She seemed so happy and nervous at the same time. I wondered I would be like that when I'm a housewife when I'm married. Of course, I wouldn't be in the kitchen all the time. I don't want to be just an ordinary housewife, cooking, knitting, and cleaning the house. I wanted to do something worth of living. Maybe, I shall become a writer with a fascinating life like Hergé, or a traveller, or even a journalist that interview famous artists. But not a model or an actress for I am one awkward girl. I would never be as pretty as Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe! And I would never have someone like Fred Astaire or James Dean…or Paul.

(~o~)

I looked at myself on the mirror as I tied my hair with a red ribbon. I'd put on my best dress so I would look good for Paul—well, not just for Paul, but also for Mike and Mr. McCartney. And my mother told me to dress nicely. It took me an hour to find a really good dinner dress. I found my red dress, which I wore for Christmas last year. It was old, but I didn't mind at all. At least, I wear something good, right?

"Eleanor! Guests are here!" I heard my mother yell for me downstairs.

I took a few deep breaths before I walked out of my room. My head was spinning, and my heart was racing as I slowly walked down the staircase. Paul's eyes widened when he saw me walking down, and I smiled at him so things wouldn't be very awkward. He smiled back at me, and that was the time when I wanted to drop down the staircase and die of his handsomeness.

I hugged Paul and Mike as I greeted them warmly. It was rather sad to think that both of them were no longer single. It seemed like everyone had someone to love right now, while I am staying at home with nobody to love. It's quite sad to think about it, but it was almost Christmas so I didn't want to think about it.

I didn't know why I was so quiet during dinner while everyone was laughing and talking to each other with grins plastered on their faces. I kept on looking up from my food, and I would see Paul looking at me. I smiled at him, and then looked back at my food. Why on earth was he looking at me? And he was looking at me differently this time. Could it be? Was he in love with me? No, that was very impossible. He has a girlfriend, for Christ's sake! And besides, why would he be in love with me? I wasn't Brigitte Bardot or anything close that look like her!

We sang Christmas songs afterwards in the living room. Everything seemed so very beautiful. The living room seemed very bright and merry. My heart was at peace and very happy, and I felt like I wanted to cry because of the merry environment. Christmas is tomorrow, and so is Isaac Newton's birthday.

"Dinner was great, Eleanor," said Paul before he went home. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Don't thank me, thank my mother," I said, grinning. "Happy Christmas, Paul. I'll see you soon."

"Happy Christmas to you, too, Ellie," he said. He looked up, and then he cleared his throat.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We're standing under a mistletoe," he said shyly.

I could feel my cheeks burning, because of that damn mistletoe. I looked at Paul, and we both started to chuckle. He looked around to make sure nobody was there but us. And we were alone in the living room. He looked at me again, and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. Even though it was on the cheek, I felt so happy, I just wanted to scream out to the world and tell the world how happy I was! Oh! what a joy!

"Good night, Eleanor," he said, smiling.

"Good night, Paul."

I watched him walk away with his father and brother while I thought of how adorable that face he made when he was about to kiss my cheek. I smiled at the thought, and touched my cheek. I could still feel his warm lips on my cheek, and my heart melted. I went to bed with a smile on my face. What a wonderful night!

Author's Note: Well, it's almost Christmas and my birthday in 23 days..

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