Author's Note: The previous chapter was rather boring, wasn't it? Well, I promise you, that this chapter will not be boring. So, please read, and when you've done reading this chapter, review. Remember, authors love getting reviews! I know you do too! ;) And I'm really, really, really sorry for updating so long. The internet connection was very slow yesterday, and you know.

P.S. I dedicate this chapter to my dear friend: ringorrats.

Paul's POV

I was finally single and out of Dorothy's clutches. I felt really relieved after breaking up with her. We've dated for quite a long time, and I was rather getting bored with her. And I knew I was quite hard on her and told her to do things she didn't want to do, so it was best for both of us. She's free from my demanding clutches.

It was the last day of winter holidays, and I decided to spend the morning and afternoon with Eleanor. She might not come to the band's gig tonight, because she had to study to prepare for tomorrow.

Some of the ice had melted in Forthlin Road, but I didn't know about the place where she lived. But when I came to her neighborhood, not even a single ice was spotted! The road was a bit wet after the melting of the ice, so I had to be careful.

I saw Eleanor planting in the front yard when I stood in front of her short wooden gate. I could see the colorful flowers she'd planted a few months before winter came. They were looking good.

"Are you planting another flower?" I asked.

She turned her head to me, and grinned. "Yes, I am," she said.

She covered the seeds with the soil, and watered it a bit. She took off her gloves, and approached me.

"What flower is it now?" I asked her as she sat on the flat gate.

"Dahlias," she said while gazing at the empty soil with a proud smile. "I reread The Secret Garden, and remembered that I'd always wanted to do gardening in the house after the first time I read that book."

"When was that?" I asked.

"When I was ten years old," she said. "And so, I told my mother I wanted to do something with our plain front yard, and she allowed me to plant many flowers I wanted. And in the backyard, we have tomatoes growing. She didn't have to buy those expensive tomatoes in the market anymore, now that we have tomatoes growing in our yard."

"I'm very proud of you, Eleanor," I said while I planted a light kiss on her cheek, and then opened the gate so I could come in.

"Did I tell you to come in?" she asked me with a serious face.

"But—" I was surprised, I tell you!

Her serious face broke into a wide smile, and then she laughed. "I got you, Paul," she said. "You should've seen the look on your face!"

I laughed with her, and set my hands on her waists. "You little bugger," I said as I carried her on my shoulder.

She giggled, and begged me to let her down.

I walked to the front door, and set her down there. Her face was red after laughing, and her dark eyes were twinkling.

"Oh, Paul! Don't do that to me again!" she giggled.

I smiled at her. "I won't." I said.

"Come on in, then," she said while opening the door for us to come in.

I walked in to her house, and I heard the door being closed behind us. She told me to wait in her room while waiting for her to bring up biscuits and cups of tea for us. She then disappeared to the kitchen in the back of the house.

I climbed up the staircase, and walked to her room, leaving the door opened, because her father wasn't home.

I saw a new postcard on her wall. It was from her aunt, I could guess. She was in Switzerland, because of the alps. I wasn't sure, though. She could be in Switzerland or Austria, because both of them have alps.

I saw on her study desk an opened notebook with her cursive writing on it. I knew it was her diary. When I was about to turn away, I saw my name on it, and since I was very curious about things, I read the sentence that had my name on it.

Paul saved my life, paper heart. He's my hero—he has always been my hero. He never lets me down. That is one of the things I love about Paul. Gosh, paper heart, I love him so much, and I'm…I'm afraid if I tell him that, he will just laugh. I don't want to be broken-hearted like what George did to me. Paul's my best friend, for God's sake. Is it normal for his best girl mate to be in love with him? I read in my mind.

Eleanor loves me. She's in love with me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was very happy, I couldn't hold back my smile. I looked away from her diary, and grinned by myself.

"Eleanor is in love with me," I said softly.

When she went in to her room carrying a silver tray with biscuits and cups of tea on top of it. I smiled when she came in. I just realized that she was wearing the pair of jeans I personally loved to see her wear.

"Let's sit on the floor, shall we?" she asked me with a grin.

"Sure." I said.

She set the tray down on the floor, and we both sat down there across each other. As I ate a homemade biscuit, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I knew that I was making her uncomfortable with my gaze, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. She looked at me with both of her eyebrows raised.

"Paul, please don't look at me like that," she said. "You're making me uncomfortable."

I blushed. "I'm sorry, love." I said.

She decided we should play a game of chess. She wanted to be black, and so I chose the white. I began first by moving the pawn in the center two steps. She followed what I did, and then I moved one of the pawns again.

"Have you heard of the racism going on in London?" she asked me as she moved her pawn.

"Yes, I have," I said. "It's horrible."

"It's more than horrible! It's inhuman!" she said. "It doesn't matter if we're white or black, for Christ's sake. We're all humans. It's just the skin color that's different."

Something was bothering her, I could tell. But I didn't know how to ask her.

"My father is a racist," she said softly. "I was watching Chubby Checker on the television last night, and he said things like: 'Black people are not allowed to be singers and famous. They should go back as being slaves!' My father…he is unbelievable."

"That's very mean of him to said that." I commented while eating her horse with my bishop.

"It's more than mean, Paul! I can't even believe he's my father!" she said while moving her queen. "Check."

I paused. I was thinking on how to protect my king. If I move my bishop to cover the king, her queen might eat my bishop. No, she wouldn't do that. Well—we could always try.

"I can't stand my father anymore, Paul," she said, breaking the silence, while moving her queen back. "Some times, it feels like I just want to say those bad things that were on the tip of my tongue. But if I do, he would throw me out of the house."

I knew that she was the good girl image of her family. But she wasn't that good of a girl. She had a free mind, and loving soul. She doesn't just study all night. She's not a robot that will be in the future. I knew she wanted to destroy the good girl image, but she just couldn't.

"I can't wait until I go to university," she said. "I can read what I want, listen to what I want, and watch any films I want. And then I'll travel around the world just like my Aunt Mary."

"And you will, Eleanor," I said. "And you will be a successful writer one day."

She smiled at me. "Thanks, Paul." She said. "And I'm very sure you and your bandmates are going to be very famous, and your good looks are ruining people's lives."

I chuckled as I ate her queen.

"Oh, blast you, Paul, for eating my precious queen!" she said.

"God didn't save the queen," I smiled cheekily.

"Paul, can you keep a promise?" she asked me after a short pause.

"Of course."

"Let us not…separate from each other when you're already famous, and I'm a working girl. Let's go to cafés every Saturday afternoon, and speak to each other about the things that had been going on in our lives. I don't want to be like many of these people I know at school when after they graduate, they lost contact with their closest friends at school, and have their own life." She said. "I think that's just horrible."

I looked at her, and she looked at me. I smiled at her, and tapped the tip of her nose. "I promise, sweetheart," I said.

Eleanor's POV

"I promise, sweetheart," he said to me with that handsome smile of his that could make girls go wild.

I smiled back at him. "Why do you like to call me sweetheart or…darling or love?" I asked, turning my smile into a grin. "I'm not even your girlfriend."

He cocked his head slightly to one side while looking at me with twinkling eyes. "You're just a sweet girl, that's all." He said.

I giggled. "You're silly, Paul."

"Am I?"

"Yes, you are." I said, and then looked at the chessboard. What a mess. "That's it, I give up! You win this round, McCartney!"

"Bow down before me, Walker!" he said with a powerful voice.

"Never!" I grinned.

He poked me on my waist, and I jumped as reflex. "Paul, don't do that to me!" I said as I giggled. "I regret for telling you my weak spot."

"Oh?"

"Yes." I said, and stood up from the floor.

I turned on the radio, and my favorite song—Let's Twist Again by Chubby Checker—began to play. I turned around to look at Paul with a grin.

"It's my favorite song!" I said to him. "Dance with me, Paul!"

He stood up from the floor, and held both of my hands. We began to do the twist, and Paul showed off a few legs moves. He was such a good dancer. He twirled me around, and we bobbed our heads to the beat of the music.

"Do you remember when things were really hummin'?" he sang to me with a grin.

"Yeeeeahhh, let's twist again, twistin' time is here!" I continued.

He lifted me off the floor, and I opened my legs between his lean body. I threw my legs back, and then they landed back on the floor. I looked at him with a very surprised look on my face.

"I didn't know I could do that!" I said to him.

"Anything is possible when you're with me," he said with a smirk.

"Yes, like being pregnant," I giggled.

"Haha! Shut up." He said, and I pinched his cheek for being so cheeky.

After a few minutes of dancing, we sat down on the floor while catching our breaths. It was a lot of fun. I had fun dancing with Paul. I always have fun dancing with Paul. He was fun to dance with.

"That was fun, Paul," I sighed.

"Let's do that again some times," he said.

"I'd love that." I said with a smile.

He stayed for another few hours, but he went home when it was almost dark. I liked having him for company. I never get bored when I'm with him. I would never get bored if I were to spend the rest of my life with him.

I love Paul with all my heart.

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