All these years I've been wandering around, wondering how come nobody told me. All that I was looking for was somebody who looked like you.

Since it was only a few blocks away from the restaurant, they had arrived a little after midnight. Paul looked around curiously as he stepped into the small house. It looked clean and cozy, much like the home he shared with Jane.

Jane. As much as he tried not to, he kept thinking about her. It was like she was invading his mind, enough to make a man go mad. But he was here, with Jackie, and he couldn't let that stupid little thought get to him. Not yet. Tomorrow maybe, but not now.

"Would you like some tea?" Jackie asked from the kitchen.

"Huh?" He asked stupidly.

"Tea, would you like some? I heard the English that stuff." She said, stepping out of the kitchen and watching Paul.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He nodded.

"Alright, have a seat then." Jackie said. Paul nodded once more and sat on the tan couch, crossing his legs and staring at the ground. He wondered if Jane was possibly thinking about him now. He knew she was really mad at him and she was probably pacing around their bedroom at that very moment, wondering where the hell he was and why he hadn't called. But she knew him far too well to know that he would not be arriving that night, begging for her forgiveness. Or the next few nights, for that matter. Because when they got into an argument as bad as this one, which was happening a lot lately, it was like Paul had disappeared off the face of the earth. But that didn't prevent him from being a nervous wreck, though.

"That finger of yours is going to bleed sooner or later." Jackie said, sitting next to him, putting two cups of tea on the small table in front of them.

"What?" He asked, but then noticed that he had been terribly biting at his nail. "Oh yeah. I've tried to quit that. It's a nervous habit, see. I've been-"

"Nervous? What are you nervous about?" She interrupted.

"What? Oh, nothing just..." Paul answered quickly, "nothing." His finger found its way to his mouth once again.

"Is it about you and Jane?" She asked.

"No," he lied pathetically. "It's not."

"Well," Jackie began, taking a sip from her tea. "You did say something happened between you two."

"It's nothing." He said, copying her action and filling his mouth with the boiling drink.

"Can you tell me?"

"It's nothing." Paul repeated.

Jackie paused and watched him for a moment. "Please?" She pleaded innocently.

Paul sighed. He knew he might as well tell her since she was the one he currently relied on for a place to stay. "Jane and I got into a small argument, that's all."

"Well, I know that much. How small?" She was prepared to listen intently to what he had to say, taking short sips from her tea.

"A big kind of small?" Paul bit his bottom lip.

"Makes sense," Jackie chuckled. "Considering you couldn't even return to her."

He shrugged and shook his head. "You can't blame me, though."

"Then tell me what happened."

"It's stupid," He said. "I mean, we were doing so well. We hadn't had a fight for days. It seemed like we were getting better..."

"That's funny, you seem like the perfect couple to me."

"And where'd you get that from? The papers?" Paul asked.

"Well, yes." She answered honestly.

"Of course. Let the reader assume that everything's fine, right?"

"Hey, don't blame me, I don't know what happens when you two aren't in the spotlight." Jackie said, sounding a bit annoyed.

"I don't blame you. I blame the damned reporters!"

"Just go on." She told him.

Paul looked straight ahead of him. "The problem with Jane is she has to come first all the time. It's selfish of her, really." He looked down at his hands and whispered, "I don't know how the hell I put up with it."

"Oh I'm sure she doesn't always put herself first." Jackie said calmly, sipping her tea. Paul's sudden, angry outburst made her jump, causing bits of the liquid to drip down on her carpet.

"She does! Her stupid acting career has to come first, even if it gets in the way of our relationship! You'd think a good girlfriend would pass up a meaningless audition for her man but, oh no, not Miss Asher!" Paul yelled, his face growing red.

"Shh," Jackie tried to calm him. "How's it getting in the way of your relationship?"

Paul took in a deep breath. "We're supposed to leave soon, on tour y'know. But that same week she has some sort of audition to go to. If she chooses that over coming with us, I wont see her for at least five months. Five months! Not including the days for filming the movie she's auditioning for. That's almost a year! You know what that would do to our relationship?"

"I'm sure you can fix it." She reassured him.

"No, you don't understand. I told her I can't wait for her for that long. If she really loved me, she would drop that audition and come with us to America for the tour. But apparently, it's not going to happen."

"But it's her career..."

"She's got plenty of other opportunities!" Paul shouted, turning to her. Jackie looked away and spoke quietly.

"Have you talked about it?"

He sighed. "I brought it up while we were about to have dinner tonight. I tried talking her out of it, telling her that I can get her another break with some other director, that this definitely wasn't the audition of a lifetime. But she got angry with me and kicked me out." Paul explained. Alright, so he didn't mention a few things. Like how he got angry with her first, trying to bring Jane down in order to change her mind. Or the throwing of objects in a blind rage. But she didn't have to know that much, did she?

"Well, you know what I think?" She said, standing up and picking up the teacups. "I think you should apologize. Both you and her. Then you go on your tour, she goes to her audition and everyone's happy. When you see each other again, see if things work out between you two and if it doesn't then I'm sure plenty of other people would love to be you and Jane's new partner." She looked at him and smiled and walked away.

Paul watched her disappear into the kitchen, thinking about what she just said. He didn't want to apologize to Jane, he always waited for her to apologize to him first. Even then he wouldn't apologize, he would just go along with everything and make her think he's alright with the entire thing. Hell, he didn't know what to do. Maybe he should follow Jackie's advice and see if everything works out in the end. But even he couldn't deny that things would not work out too well for them.

You're worrying too much about this, Paul thought. It's not even worth it.

"Here you are," Jackie said, appearing once again with a blanket and pillow. "There's no guest room here, so you'll have to sleep on the couch tonight."

Paul nodded. "That's fine." He helped her adjust the blanket and pillow on the couch.

Afterwards, Paul and Jackie sat down on his little 'bed' and began to talk. Paul really enjoyed talking to her and it surprised him how easily they could get along and how comfortable he was around her. He told her things about the Beatles that no one else knew, how it was like to tour with them, what they really thought of the fans and reporters, what they like to do in the hotel rooms while they're imprisoned in there. Jackie told him that her life was pretty normal at the moment, nothing out of the ordinary. She said that she was indeed a fan of the Beatles, but she thought the way some girls acted around them was absurd. She also told him about her job as a photographer for a local newspaper back in Florida and how she even took pictures of them while they visited Miami last year.

"If you live in America, then why do you have a house here in London?" Paul asked.

"Oh, this isn't actually my house. This was my dad's old house, but now that my mom's gone, he moved into our house in Florida to be with me and still owns this one. I came back here by myself to visit some family." She explained.

"Ah, I see. Where'd your mum go?" He asked.

"She's dead." Jackie told him calmly, her expression impassive.

"Oh," Paul looked at his hands, ashamed at his question. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, but your mom is too, right? So you know how I feel." Jackie watched him carefully as his expression went from regretful to hurtful.

"Uh huh." He said quietly, not looking up. He really didn't want to discuss this topic, anything but this. "I didn't know your family was from England." He quickly changed the subject.

"Oh yeah, everyone on my dad's side is. So after he and my mom divorced, he moved over here to be closer with his family. I love it, really. Every summer when I was a kid, I'd visit England and my grandparents would show me around. I love it here." Jackie smiled.

"Yeah, I like it here too. Well, anywhere but Liverpool, of course." Paul winked.

She laughed. "Really?"

"Nah," Paul smiled. "It's alright."

"I visited Liverpool once, back in the 1957 or so with my cousins. I thought it was great."

"I think it's great, too. Well, I didn't really think much of it when I lived there as a kid but after going away for months on tour and recording, I turned out missing it a lot."

"I don't know how you do it, being away from home for so long. I'm only here for a month or two at the most. After that, I need to go back." She told him.

Paul was about to say something but stopped immediately, realization striking. After being with this girl for nearly half of the night, doing nothing but talking (which was very uncommon of him, in this situation), he knew this would probably be the last time he'd ever see her again. Normally, he would just deal with it and make the most out of the time he spends with her. But he didn't want her to go, he wanted to spend more time with her, get to know her better. He felt like he had met this girl for a reason, and he shouldn't let her leave. But they were leaving on tour in 3 days and there was nothing he could do. Unless...

"Come on tour with us."

~Wow, i just noticed how long this chapter was... well anyway: *cue suspenseful music* Yeah, so that ending sucked but don't hang me for it, ok? And don't worry, the other Beatles will be making guest appearances very soon! They're supposed to be on 'break' or something, but they'll be going on their 1965 American tour soon. But I'm sure you all figured that one out already... *cough* Anyroad! Please, please, please review! I want to know what you really think. And it can be positive or negative (though I'd much rather have positive reviews, ehem), just as long as I get at least some feedback. So yeah, I'm gonna shutup now and go back to my cave. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!~