Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Happy New Year! I can't believe it's 2012 already. So ~ I just returned from Bali, and I'm updating this chapter for my beloved readers. Thank you for your reviews, and hello, new readers :D

Paul's POV

A few days after New Year was going pretty well, I tell you. School would come soon, and we had to cherish these free days before school starts once again. I spent more time with Eleanor, and I wonder if it was just me…but she looked more beautiful than ever. Even though she's wearing her spectacles more often now. She made me more nervous when I'm with her.

One day, we were at the park just looking at the frozen pond with silence hung in the air. She was eating her bread, which she brought from home. She offered me one, but I said no.

"Hey, Eleanor, I have a question to ask you," I said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah? What is it, Paul?" she asked.

"What's the opposite of a pedophile?" I asked.

"A gerontophile." She said, and looked at me. "Why d'you ask?"

I shrugged. "I think I am one," I said.

She laughed. "Don't tell me you've slept with an older woman," she said.

I looked at her with a serious face, and then she frowned after looking at my straight face.

"Oh, Paul…" she said. "When?"

"It was…quite a long time ago." I said. "Just before mum died. It was the first time for me to do it."

"How old was she?"

"In her forties, I suppose. I don't know. She loves to help my mum and the household."

"Oh, God, Paul! That's disgusting!" she said, making a disgusted look. "I think I don't want to be your friend anymore."

"What?"

She laughed, and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I'm just joking, Paulie. This love I have for you as a friend is an…unconditional love." She said. "I will still love you if you do something crazy like that or you're a retard."

"Thank you, Eleanor," I thanked her, smiling. "Do you know that you are the best friend I've ever had?"

"Am I?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

I tapped her nose playfully, and she giggled. "Yes, you are," I said while wishing I could say more than that. Like I love you.

She looked at the pond while softly sighing. "I heard from my mother that one of my neighbors fancies me." She said, and then laughed heartily. I felt a little jealous. Nobody could have her. "It's silly, isn't it?"

"Why is it silly? You deserve to be fancied, Eleanor." I said.

"Do I?"

"Yes." I said, and held her tightly. "You're clever, funny, and beautiful. It's quite rare to find a girl who's like that nowadays, you know?"

She rested her head on my shoulder. "Thank you for your kind words, Paul." She said. "He's not that handsome, anyway. He's a teddy boy."

"Aren't I a teddy boy?" I asked.

"You're a wannabe teddy boy," she said with a laugh.

"Oh, crumbs." I said, and laughed with her.

After another few minutes of talking to each other there in the park near her house, we decided to go home. I walked her home first, and when I saw the colorful flowers in her front yard, I couldn't help but to give her a compliment.

"Your flowers are looking swell, Ellie," I said.

"Yes, they do, don't they? Thank you."

I smiled at her. "I'll see you around soon, love."

"Adieu." She said while waving her graceful hand at me, and I waved at her back.

I took a bus ride back home, and I saw Dorothy at my bus stop. She'd returned back to Liverpool a few days ago, but I kept on spending my time with Eleanor instead of with her.

"Where have you been, Paul?" she demanded as she followed me.

"I was with Eleanor." I said, rather annoyed of her tone.

"You're always with Eleanor! You never spend time with me!" she started yelling at me.

"Can you please stop yelling? You're embarrassing me." I said while looking at her. "And can you stop being jealous? Eleanor is my best friend."

"But I'm your girlfriend!" she stated. "You should be with me, not with her, for bloody hell's sake!"

I glared at her. Right now, I just wanted to slap her, but I was quite near to my house. So, I decided to do what I wanted to do for quite a long time.

"Dorothy," I began sternly, "I'm breaking up with you."

"What?" she asked with a scoffing laugh.

"I'm breaking up with you. Our relationship is over." I said sternly. "I am so sick of you being jealous. We're done!"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Fine. Good riddance, Paul McCartney." She said and started to walk away.

"See ya." I said, and walked back to my house.

George's POV

I was rather surprised to see Eleanor in my front door while holding a plate of sandwiches on her hands. Her face was very white, and her cheeks were very red. She's very beautiful.

"Hi, George," she said softly. "I brought you these." She showed me the sandwiches, and I accepted them. I looked at her with a confused look.

"What's this for?" I asked kindly.

"I want to apologize to you…for what I did during the New Year party," she said slowly while looking into my eyes.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize to me, Eleanor," I said. "You're right. I'm a prick."

"No, you're not. I am." She said, and then quickly looked away from my eyes.

I held her chin with my fingers, and I turned her head so I could look at her eyes.

"We're both pricks," I said with a comforting smile.

She chuckled softly, and I removed my fingers from her smooth chin.

"I broke up with Ruth, by the way," I said slowly.

"Oh? Why?" she asked.

"She couldn't stop saying bad things about you. She said you're a groupie of the band, because you hang around with the band all the time." I said.

"George, you didn't have to break up with her just because she said that," she said, I could tell in her eyes she was rather offended and touched.

"No, I wanted to. She'd been calling you a groupie since last year we first dated." I said.

She smiled at me, but her gaze was empty. "Thank you, George." She said. "No one has ever done that to me before."

"I'm glad to be the first," I said with a proud smile.

"I have to go back home," she said while pushing her spectacles.

"Right. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, George." She said, and walked away from me with her hair being blown by the wind behind her back.

I looked at the sandwiches. They seemed delicious.

Eleanor's POV

I felt very relieved after apologizing to George. I knew those sandwiches were going to work. Thank you, Paul, for telling me George's favorite food.

I saw Ruth approaching me with an angry look on her face when I stepped out of the bus. I knew what she was going to do to me.

"Oh, no," I said, and started to walk a little faster.

"Eleanor, you stop right there!" she said, but I kept on walking faster than before.

I heard her running footsteps, so I ran as fast as I could. Even though I was a fast runner at school, my legs were too tired, and she managed to push me down to the cold, icy ground. My spectacles fell off from my nose, and my vision was quite a blur. I reached for my spectacles, but I knew she had taken it. I managed to get back on my feet, and I tried to tackle her.

"Give back my spectacles, Ruth, you incompetent fool!" I yelled at her.

"Aw, you poor blind girl," she said on my ear, but when I tried to hit her she leaped some place else.

I heard glass shattering into pieces in front of me. I gasped, and covered my mouth. Hot tears were in my eyes.

"Oops, I accidentally dropped it," she lied.

I was about to strangle her till death, but she slapped me really hard across my cheek. Why weren't people helping me? I'm a good person, for Christ's sake!

Tears started falling down my cheeks.

"That's for interfering my relationship with George, you bitch!" she yelled at me.

I just wanted to go to a corner and cry there. That's all I could do. All I could do is cry. I'm weak.

"Ruth! What are you doing to Eleanor?" I heard Paul's voice. I didn't know if it was just my imagination or it was for real.

"I was just giving her a lesson, that's all," she retorted.

"Did you hurt her?" he demanded, and I heard him picking up my spectacles. "You dropped her favorite spectacles!"

"She deserves it. George broke up with me!" she yelled.

"But don't go blame it on Eleanor! Just because she hangs around in the band, that doesn't mean she's a groupie, you foolish girl! George is lucky to break up with you soon, or he'll be very miserable. Now, go back home, you useless thing." He yelled at her back.

She harrumphed, and stormed away.

I wiped the tears away from my face with the back of my hand.

"Paul?" I said softly.

"I'm here, Eleanor," he said, and gave me my spectacles.

I wore it, and I had the vision of a fly. I looked at him, and there were ten of him.

"Paul, you're my savior," I said to him with a sly smile. "I don't know what I'll be like without you."

He smiled at me back.

"How did you know George broke up with her?" I asked.

"George called me last night." He said. "How did you know about that?"

"George told me earlier." I said, and then sighed. "Thank you for saving my life, Paul. Now, I should go back home, and weep in my room."

"But I've something to tell you." He said while holding my hand to stop me from walking.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I broke up with Dorothy." He said.

"Don't tell me she's jealous of me." I said, and sighed. "You and George break up with your girlfriends because of me." I laughed. "It's very silly. I can't believe it."

"Believe it or not, it's true." He said.

"Okay." I said. "Can I go home now?"

"Yes." He said, releasing my hand.

"I'll see you around, Paul."

"Bye." He said.

I walked back home while holding back the tears. I wanted to go straight to my room, but my mother stopped me halfway.

"What happened to your spectacles?" she asked, a bit shocked.

"I fell." I said. I did fall, didn't I?

"I think you should just use contact lenses, dear." She said.

"No! I want to use spectacles." I said.

"Alright, then. We'll order a new one tomorrow." She said. "Why don't you just drink carrot juice first?"

"I'll just do that later." I said, and ran straight to my room.

Author's Note: Frankly, girls, we're all gerontophiles :p

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