I want to tell you. My head is filled with things to say.

"What?" Jackie asked, though she obviously knew what he meant.

"Come on tour with us." Paul repeated. Clearly, he wasn't thinking. How could he possibly ask this girl, this stranger, to join the Beatles on tour? But a part of him couldn't help it, he needed her to come.

She laughed a bit, as if it were a joke. Which she took it as such. "Yeah, right."

"Really. I want you to come with us."

Jackie was still laughing, unable to take him seriously. Was he for real? Her, on tour, with them? This was hysterical! But once she got a glimpse at his waiting expression, waitingfor her to actually accept such a ridiculous offer, her smile quickly faded. He really was serious. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Oh, c'mon. I told you it's an American tour, you can show us around. It'll be great!" He said, obviously growing excited by the thought.

"Paul..."

"It'll be great!" He repeated. "Really, it'll be perfect."

"I don't think..."

"What? Do you not want to go?" He asked, looking rather surprised.

"No, no. I want to, I guess. It's just, well, I just...I can't!" Jackie said, shaking her head quickly.

"Give me one good reason why you can't." Paul said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I've got things to do!"

"Like what?"

"Like..." she looked down at a picture of her grandmother on the table beside her, "I have to watch my grandma! She's getting old, y'know."

Paul rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure. Come with us and risk her death!"

"Hey!" Jackie pointed a finger at him. "That's not funny!"

"It wasn't supposed to be!" Paul sighed. "Look, please just come with us? It's only a few months. And what better is there to do here than join the bloody Beatles on tour?"

Jackie bit her lip as she thought of what to do. She knew it would be such a great experience. How many girls around the world would die to even meet a Beatle? And here she was, having an entire conversation with Paul freaking McCartney and now he was asking her to join the Beatles on tour. Things like that don't happen on a regular basis.

Paul looked at her with big, hopeful, hazel eyes. Which, she now realized, were incredibly stunning. "Well?"

She studied him for a second, wondering if she could trust him enough to accept the offer. Slowly, Jackie nodded her head. "Alright."

She had never seen someone smile so big. "Really?" He asked and she nodded. "Great! We leave in three days or so, I'll pick you up to go to the airport, alright?"

Jackie stood up and nodded once more. "Ok."

He grinned at her. "It'll be fun."

"Aren't tours supposed to be boring, though? For you guys at least." She asked. She took photos for a newspaper once with the cover story being of the Beatles. She read a quote of them saying that touring wasn't always a pleasure, but it was their career so they had to do it. Or something like that. But they didn't make it sound all that exciting. How could they? One of her close friends, Susan was it? She claimed she went to a Beatles show over in Palm Beach, Florida. Said she could barely hear a word the boys said due to all the screaming by maniac teenage girls. Jackie couldn't even imagine how awful it would be for a musician to go through that, over half of the people going to your shows only there to see you and not hear you.

Paul shrugged. "It's a drag sometimes but having you around should make it better, I suppose."

Jackie smiled. She would take that as a compliment. "Alright, well, it's about 1.30 in the morning. I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed."

Paul scrunched up his nose. He really didn't want to go to sleep. "Can't we stay up for five more minutes?"

"Now, young man, you need your sleep. You hear?" Jackie said, putting on a sarcastic, motherly tone. "I won't put up with your groggy attitude in the morning. Plus, you'll wake up late and miss the bus! I can't have that, Paul, I just can't!" She put the back of her hand over her forehead in a distressed manner.

He gasped. "Not the bus!"

They both laughed. "Goodnight, Paul." She said but before she could walk away, Paul caught her hand and pulled her back.

"What, no hug?"

She smiled. "Nah."

"But I wouldn't be able to go to sleep," he said, giving a fake pout.

Jackie sighed, rolled her eyes, and leaned in to give him a small hug. But, of course, Paul didn't want just a hug. So he quickly moved his head to the side and met her lips for the first time. Jackie quickly pulled away, surprised.

"There," he said, smiling, "now I can go to sleep."

3.20 in the morning. Paul just laid on the 'bed' of his in Jackie's living room and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, making random shapes there and humming some tune he thought up a few minutes ago. Usually, Paul would get very cranky when he couldn't sleep and would toss and turn, much to Ringo's despair since he shared a room with him on tour. But now, he was grinning like a loon.

Jackie was going. She was going on tour with them. And Paul couldn't be happier. She would like it, he knew it. And none of the press had a clue who she was so he'd be able to put on a disguise, take her out, and no one would even notice! And when they visited Florida, she could show him her house and around her neighborhood. And he could meet her dad and her friends. He knew he would come off as some sort of creeper, but he really couldn't care less. It would be like they've known each other for the longest time once the tour ended, and that was good enough for him.

He continued to think about the next few months, going on and planning things like an idiot. Paul decided to check the clock again and groaned when it read 3.30 am. He was never going to get a proper sleep at this rate. So he decided upon doing what he did best on sleepless nights. He rose from the couch and walked towards a small table to his left, which held a telephone. He picked it up and began to dial the number.

"Hmm..." answered the sleepy voice on the other line.

"Hello, John! How are ye, mate?" Paul greeted cheerfully.

"Macca? What the hell do you want? It's the middle of the bleedin' night!"

"I know. I just can't sleep, you see." Paul told him, twisting the phone's chord with his index finger.

"So you decide to bother me?" John said in annoyance, more like a statement than an actual question.

"Oh but of course, good sir!" Paul answered in a mocking, Queen's English accent.

He could almost feel John rolling his eyes on the other line. "What's goin' on?" He asked with a sigh. "You with not sleepin' and all that."

Paul smiled. "I want to bring someone on tour with us."

"Aren't you bringin' that whore of a girlfriend you've got?"

"No," Paul said. "She chose to go about with that audition instead."

"Stupid whore."

"Yeah, well, I'm bringin' someone else."

"And who's that now?" John asked.

"A girl."

"A girl?"

"Yes, a girl." Paul said.

John sighed. "And did you just meet this girl, Paul?"

"Uh huh."

He laughed. "You're so daft."

Paul frowned. "Oh?"

"Just let me go back to sleep."

"Wait! I'm serious, though!"

"No you aren't. Or you shouldn't be, at least." John yawned.

Paul sighed in frustration. "Well I wouldn't be callin' you at three in the mornin' if I wasn't, would I?"

"You shouldn't be callin' me at three in the mornin' anyway!"

"Really, John." Paul said quietly after a moment of pause.

"You just met her, Paul." John pointed out.

"So? I like her."

"Yeah and you also liked the bird from last week. And the week before that. Would you like to bring them on tour, as well?" John said sarcastically.

"I'm serious!"

"I can't believe you're trying to bring in some random bird. It's hard enough having to deal with that annoying cow of yours everyday. I really don't need another Jane Asher laggin' around!"

"No, she's different!" Paul tried to keep his voice down in hopes of not waking Jackie upstairs.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure she's just peachy-keen."

"She is. It's different."

"Of course it is, Paulie, luv. Now go back to sleep before daddy comes home. It's way past your bedtime!"

"John!" Paul moaned. "C'mon, I need your approval so you can back me up when Brian says 'no'!"

"Well, I wouldn't blame 'im if he did!" John said. Dammit. Paul would've sworn that would do the trick. John never backed down when it came to fighting against Eppy.

"Just...just please? I really like her, John. Please?"

"Are you kiddin' me?" John asked, unable to believe Paul's pleading tone. Practically begging. What the hell was this?

"No, 'm not."

John paused for a while, then let out a long sigh, "Ok, alright. Fine."

Paul grinned. "Yes! Thank you, John! I owe you one, yeah?"

"Hell yeah you do," John replied. "Brian's a bitch when we ask him for shite, y'know."

"Yes, but he's in love with your arse, so I need you on me side."

"In love with my arse he is, Macca. In more ways than one."

"How disturbing." Paul chuckled.

John shrugged. "I'm used to it."

"Yeah, should be. 'Specially after that 'honeymoon' in Spain, hmm?"

"Shurrup!"

Paul laughed. "Sensitive, aye?"

"Go to sleep."

And with that John immediately hung up, going back to his peaceful slumber, leaving Paul alone and wide-awake once again. Or so he thought. Because, as he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes, he fell asleep only moments later, a smile still plastered on his features.

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