Author's Note: Hello there, everyone! If you love the previous chapter, then you will probably love this one! This is the moment you all have been waiting for! Thank you to 15in for adding this story to your favorite story and story alert. And thank you to my wonderful and faithful readers for sticking around and reviewing.

I dedicate this chapter to my love, Charles.

Anyway, proceed.

Paul's POV

It was a very average Saturday afternoon. Mike was playing with his friends, while I stayed at home to just lie down on my bed while listening to my favorite songs on the radio. But this afternoon, I was reading the newspaper in the living room with me dad. There was going to be Eleanor's favorite film on BBC Channel tonight at eight. Her television was still broken, and so I came up with the greatest idea.

I looked up from the newspaper to look at my dad who was reading a book while smoking his pipe.

"There is Funny Face tonight on BBC," I said. "Can I invite Eleanor over? She loves Funny Face."

"I can see why not," he smiled. "But only in one condition."

"What?"

"She stays for dinner."

I smiled back at him. "Sure, dad."

I called Eleanor when I was about to have lunch. Hearing her voice again made me smile. She'd been very busy lately. I rarely see her during the bus ride home. She had Lacrosse after school and she walked home more often so she could get used to running during matches.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi, Eleanor," I greeted with a little smile. "How are you? It's been a long time since we talk."

"Indeed! Oh, I miss you so much, Paul! I'm glad to hear your voice again. I'm sorry for being so busy. How are you, Paulie?" she asked, sounding very cheerful.

"I'm fine, love. And how about you?"

"I'm fine, now," she laughed.

"Are you busy tonight?" I asked her.

"No, why?"

"There's Funny Face tonight on BBC, and I want you to watch it with me at my house. Do you want to?" I asked.

"Of course, I want to, Paul! When should I be there?" she asked.

"We dine at seven."

"I'll be there at seven."

"Alright. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Paul!"

I hung up. I couldn't wait to see her tonight after a long time. I had to look good for her.

Eleanor's POV

I walked down the cold street of Forthlin Road that evening while listening to my own thoughts. I couldn't explain why my heart was beating unusually fast. No, I wasn't nervous.

I rang the doorbell, and quietly hummed a song to calm myself. The door opened, and I saw Paul. There was something the way he looked made me want to drop my knickers in front of him. Wait—what?

"H-hi, Paul," I grinned nervously.

"Hi, Eleanor," he greeted me back with a rather sexy smile on his face. "Please, come in." He made way for me to enter his humble abode.

I walked in as I took off my coat. I could tell he was looking at me, because I felt rather uncomfortable.

When I turned around, I saw Paul looking at me with a smile and bedroom eyes. What was going on?

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, still smiling. "Nothing, I just miss you, s'all." He said.

I smiled at him. "You softie."

"Oh, Eleanor, you're here!" I heard Mike's voice from the staircase.

I looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I am! It's good to see you again, Mike," I said to him politely while observing him. He'd become rather handsome. Why are the McCartney brothers so attractive?

"How are you, Eleanor?" he asked me as he landed the last step.

"I'm swell, thank you." I said. "And you?"

"Same."

"Have you got a girlfriend yet, Mike, with a face like that?" I asked.

He chuckled shyly. "Yes, I do, unlike Paul here," he said while pointing his thumb at Paul.

"Oh, shut up, Mike," Paul said jokingly.

Mike stuck out his tongue, and then Paul stuck out his. I laughed at their silliness. You will never get bored if you have wo brothers like them.

"Both of you amuse me," I laughed.

"I am glad we know how to amuse you, Madame Eleanor," Paul said with a posh accent. "Now come…supper's ready."

We walked to the dining room, and I met Mr. McCartney. He seemed very happy to see me again.

We talked about the things we'd missed over dinner. Mr. McCartney's chicken soup was very delicious. I had fun having dinner with them.

"I've to go now, everybody," said Mike after glancing at his watch.

"Aw, why?" I asked.

"Mike is going out with his girlfriend tonight," said Paul to me.

"Oh, have fun, Mike," I said.

"Thanks, Eleanor, I will. Bye, everybody."

"Bye, Mike!"

After dessert, Paul and I sat on the sofa side by side in the living room watching the evening news on BBC Channel while waiting for Funny Face. We weren't really paying attention to the news, because we were talking to each other.

"How're you and the band doing?" I asked.

"We're doing great, thank you," he said. "We might go back to Hamburg in a few months or so."

"Mecca for you and the lads, eh?" I asked with a smirk.

He chuckled. "You can say that," he said. "But we only belong to the women we love."

I smirked. "Oh, you love someone older, huh?" I asked.

"No, I don't, silly," he said.

"I'm sorry, kids, but I can't watch the film with you," said Mr. McCartney on the doorway.

"Why, dad?" Paul asked.

"I'm feeling very tired." He said.

"Oh."

"Have a nice rest, sir." I said, smiling.

"Thank you, Eleanor. Good night, you two."

"Good night."

And then I heard the music intro of Funny Face. I smacked Paul's thigh with excitement, and he jumped.

"It's showing now!" I said excitedly as I squeezed his thigh, and then he jumped again. I was unaware about the location of my hand. I looked at him with a puzzled look. "Paul, can you please stop bouncing?"

"I can if your hand is not on my thigh," he said while pointing at my hand.

I looked at his thigh, and my hand was holding it. I removed my hand from his thigh in one quick move, and my cheeks turned pink. It was very near his crotch. What was the matter with me?

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it," he said slowly. "It's alright."

I giggled. "I find it rather funny, actually," I said, and then rested my head on his shoulder. "Now, shut up, Paul, I'm trying to watch."

I sang along to a few songs with a smile. I squeezed Paul's hand when Fred Astaire sang Funny Face to Audrey Hepburn. It was very sweet.

"I love your funny face," I heard Paul sang to me, and I looked at him. "Your sunny, funny face." He grinned at me, and I smiled at him back.

He sang that song to me. That was very sweet of him to do so. I felt like I was Jo Stockton—and it felt really good, I tell you!

I could feel tears on my eyes when it was finally one the part when Fred and Audrey sang He Loves and She Loves. I wiped the tears away from my eyes quickly before they could fall. I knew Paul was looking at me, but I tried to ignore it.

"Eleanor?" he said softly.

"Hm?" I looked at him.

His mouth was slightly opened as if he was about to talk, but then he pursed his lips together. The next thing I knew was Paul's lips were on mine. He was kissing me softly, and I sighed when he enveloped his lips around mine. My pulse quickened, my heart was pounding very hard as if I was going to have a heart attack, and my hormones were rushing. I couldn't even feel my legs.

He slipped his hand behind my head when I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I held his collar tightly, and angled my face. It felt like I was dreaming when Paul was kissing me. I didn't know if I was awake or not, because he kissed me the way I'd never been kissed before.

We heard the front door close loudly that made Paul and I jumped, parting our lips away, and sitting on the sofa awkwardly. I knew he was angry about it, because I heard him groan quietly.

"Mike?" Paul called to make sure.

"Yeah?" It was Mike.

"Just checking if it's you."

My pulse quickened. What did he do to me? Did he really kiss me? Does that mean…he loves me? Thinking about this made my palms sweat.

I stood up from the sofa quickly, and I began to stammer the words I was trying to say.

"Pardon?" he asked.

I took a deep breath, and then sighed. "I've to go now. It's late already." I said.

"But—"

I walked out of the living room, and grabbed my coat. Paul ran to me, and held my hand.

"Eleanor…" he said softly.

I looked at him. His cheeks were both very pink, and his lips were red after kissing me.

"Good night, Paul," I said.

I opened the door, and stalked away while using my coat and thinking about the kiss Paul gave to me. I'd always wanted this for…quite a long time, I guess—but why did I feel like crying?

Author's Note: Confused feelings for Eleanor. What will happen to them? Will they still be friends? You will all find out next week or next two weeks - which ever I decided to upload the next chapter. So...what do you think about it? Go on, don't be shy. Just click that review button. It's not hard ^_^ Anyway, I'm going to have a test tomorrow to enter this really nice and respected school, and please please please wish me luck, because it's very nice and...grand! So, I'll see you soon :)