Had you come some other day, it might not have been like this. But you see now I'm too much in love.

"Table for two, please." Paul said kindly and smiled to the waitress at the restaurant. Her face turned pink as she nodded and led them through the crowded area. Sudden squeals could be heard by some girls at the nearby tables and Paul could feel every eye in the room looking towards him. He hoped this wasn't affecting Jackie in any way.

"Here you are," said the waitress as she placed them in a small booth and handed them their menus. "I'll be back in a while." She left the table rather rapidly.

Jackie studied the menu in silence for a moment while Paul simply looked at her. "Do you know what you want?" She asked finally, looking up.

"Uh," Paul hadn't even looked at the menu yet. "No. Do you?"

"I'm not really all that hungry, to be honest." Jackie told him.

"Oh. I'll just order a few drinks then. Do you like wine?" Paul asked.

"I do."

Paul called the waitress back and ordered themselves a bottle of wine to share. The waitress hurried back to the kitchen quickly, her face still a deep shade of pink. "Back to her cave." Paul said, leaning back against the chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Do all girls act like that around you?" Jackie asked him.

"Well, of course. There's not much more you can expect when you're a Beatle," he replied.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

Paul smiled. "You're not serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, because..."

"There's nothing really great about celebrities," Jackie told him.

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why's that?"

"Well, they're only people. People with very much talent and an enormous amount of luck, but people nonetheless,"

Paul nodded.

"Besides, I don't see the point in girls fainting and screaming their brains out for a group of 'four lads from Liverpool.'"

"You don't?"

"'Course not. It's stupid."

Paul eyed her for a moment. "You're somethin' else."

"Because I don't act like the rest of 'em?" Jackie said with a half smile, taking a sip from her wine.

"No, you act exactly like the rest of 'em," Paul told her.

"Do I?" she asked, confused.

Paul nodded. "Acting like you're the 'unique one,' acting like you could care less about the Beatles when, in reality, you probably have all the records and dozens of posters hanging from your bedroom wall. Right?" He took a drink from his own wineglass.

"Oh yes, Paul McCartney, you caught me," Jackie began sarcastically. "Shall I take you to this magical Beatles room of mine for an epic adventure?"

"Depends what you mean by adventure, luv." Paul said, taking on a sort of naughty expression.

Jackie seemed disgusted. "Well, luv," she said mockingly, "if that's what you want, I'll be on my way."

"Hold on," Paul said, once he saw she was serious. "I was only messin' around."

"Let's hope." Jackie said.

The table was silent for a minute or two, both drinking their wines. Paul studied her, her face, her body. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, styled in the latest women's hairstyle of the year, complete with bangs hanging just above her green eyes. She was tall and thin but her black, Jacqueline Kennedy-style dress suited her perfectly. He had just ran into this girl, literally, only moments before and he was suddenly so interested. "Tell me," Paul began. "That accent, American is it?"

"Obviously," Jackie answered, smiling again.

"Where in particular?" He asked curiously.

"Florida."

Paul grinned. "Really? We went to Miami last year, it was wonderful. The sun, y'know. Really nice."

"It's alright, I guess. More for a vacation than an actual living area."

Paul nodded. "I see. The mansions there are beautiful, though."

"As would they be anywhere else. They're mansions after all, y'know."

Paul leaned on the table. "Do you usually become a smartass around others, or is it just for me?"

"Nah, I tend to do that to everyone. Don't worry, you're not special." She told him.

"Ouch. Does this mean I'm not your preferred Beatle?"

"George Harrison is much cuter." Jackie said with a half smile.

Paul gasped dramatically. "Lies!"

Jackie was in the process of taking another drink from her wineglass but erupted into laughter at Paul's reaction, almost spilling it, which caused Paul to laugh along with her. "Don't do that!" She said, wiping her mouth. As Jackie looked around, she saw everyone was enviously staring at her. She hadn't noticed that all of the tables around them were occupied by several teenage girls. They had obviously insisted on having the table right next to a Beatle. Typical. "Is it scary having teenage girls practically obsess over you?"

Paul shrugged. "Not after a while it isn't. It's quite flattering actually." He waved at group of six girls at the table to his left and they immediately went into a fit of giggles.

"I see." Jackie said, looking down at the table.

"Why?" Paul smiled. "Does it bother you?"

"Why would it possibly bother me?" She answered, taken aback.

He grinned. "I dunno. Maybe you just want me for yourself." He said seductively.

"Alright," she said, standing up. "Goodbye, Mr. McCartney." Jackie immediately began to walk away.

"Woah, wait," Paul dug into his pocket, put down some money, which he didn't even bother to count, on the table and ran quickly after her out into the dark, busy street. "Hold on," He said but she ignored him. Paul grabbed her arm, causing her to stop and turn around.

"What is it?" She practically yelled.

"What the hell did I do?" Paul asked.

"Nothing. I'm just going back home!"

"You look mad. Did I say something wrong?" Paul wanted to know.

"Can you please just let me go?" Jackie pleaded.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong!" She yelled.

Paul sighed. "Fine. If nothing's wrong, then why don't you take me to your place?"

"What? No!" Jackie said.

"Then there's obviously something wrong." Paul looked into her eyes, trying to figure it out.

"Why can't you just go back to your house?"

"Let's just say, I don't think it's all that safe to go back,"

"Why not?"

Paul shrugged. "Jane's a bitch." He heard himself say. Oops, he'd regret that later.

Jackie gasped. "Jane Asher? Oh I love her!"

"Right." He said simply.

Jackie paused for a minute. "You got into a fight then?"

"It's a long story." Paul walked over to a sitting bench and sighed deeply. "It's too bad, because I'm going to have to sleep on this dirty ol' bus bench tonight. Alone, cold, hungry. And all because a seemingly sweet woman wouldn't let me rest at her place..." He said these words as dramatically as possible, hoping she'd change her mind.

Jackie rolled her eyes. "You're pathetic."

"And I'm also homeless. Unless..." Paul smiled at her and fluttered his eyelashes.

Jackie looked at him, her arms crossed and soon rolled her eyes once again as she heard herself say, "Well, c'mon then."

~Sorry for the wait. And now you know what I'm going to say: "Oh yeah guys, I'll update much sooner, I promise!" Yeah, I'll TRY to update sooner. Maybe if I could get my lazy arse to get over writer's block and start typing...but I can't promise THAT much, now can I? But anyway, thanks for reading. I did take the name 'Jackie' from Jackie Kennedy (John F. Kennedy's wife) because I really loved her dresses (yes, stupid, I know), if you were wondering. Not that any of you were, probably. ANYROAD, all of you shall now comment. ...Please? :)~