Your day breaks, your mind aches, you find that all her words of kindness linger on when she no longer needs you...

"…and she's just like, 'Oh, John! I'd love to get to know you better!' And I told her, 'Can you please get away from me?' But she didn't even move. And I even said please, y'know? I mean, really, you'd think being polite would be the key with these bitches, but I guess not. Then she got all offended, as if she weren't the most hideous bird I've ever encountered in my life, y'know? So, I tried to calm her down and she got all upset… Paul, are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" Paul said, finally switching his vision from the ground to John's face.

"I said, 'are you even listening to me?'" John repeated slowly, as if he were a child.

"Oh, yeah," he lied. "Something about birds…and keys…"

John sighed. "Yes, Paul, that's it. Birds and keys."

Currently, they were both relaxing on John's couch once again. John had managed to pack up all his things for the tour and now they were sitting there, talking about nothing while sharing a bottle of liquor John had found in the kitchen. Paul knew he should be heading to his house to pack as well, but he figured this to be much more soothing.

John continued with another story, something about Ringo and a lampshade, while he drew random doodles on a napkin. Paul was actually beginning to doze off until the noisy ringing of John's telephone disturbed him.

"Hello?" John said as he answered.

"Hello, John." Brian greeted from the other line.

"No, Brian. I will not take me pants off for you." John said, teasingly.

Brian sighed. "May I speak to Paul, please? He's with you, right?"

"Oh yes, he's here," John replied, "I am holding him captive for you, master."

Paul stood up and took the phone from him. "Hello?"

"Hi, Paul, how are you?" Brian asked.

"I'm just the same as I was an hour ago, Eppy," Paul chuckled. "What's goin' on? Any word on Jackie yet?"

"Yes actually. I talked to a few people and they told me we could squeeze in another person on the tour."

Paul's face lit up in excitement. "That's great!"

"However," Eppy began, "our original flight had no more seats left. So, seeing as you wanted this girl to come so badly, I rescheduled our flight."

"Alright, when's the new flight?" Paul asked.

"Tonight."

Paul's mouth fell open. "Are you serious?"

"That's the only available flight to New York that would make it in time for your first show." Brian explained. "But we have everything ready, don't we?"

"Uh, yeah, of course…" Paul fibbed. "Are George and Rich ok with it, though?"

"Yes, I talked to them a while ago. They said it was fine." Brian said.

Paul sighed. "Alright, tonight it is. What time exactly?"

"Eleven o'clock, last flight out. We'll get there at 10.45, though."

"10.45," Paul repeated, "got it."

"Look, Paul, if it's not a good time we can just cancel…"

"No, no," he said, "I really want Jackie to come. Tonight's fine, I just need to pack." Paul said, looking over at the clock. He still had six hours.

"Alright, make it quick. I'll have the limo pick you boys up at approximately ten-thirty. Goodbye, Paul."

"Great. Bye, Eppy." Paul said and hung up the phone, sighing again.

"What was all that about?" John asked, his mouth full with the bowl of cornflakes he was eating.

"Brian rescheduled the flight so Jackie could come on." Paul told him.

"What time?"

"Eleven."

John rolled his eyes. "Fantastic, now I can't go see any strippers tonight because you want your stupid bird to come along."

"She's not stupid!" Paul shouted as he took the phone once again and dialed the number he so vividly memorized.

"Alright, alright. Christ…" John said as he took another bite of his cereal. The phone rang for a bit until Jackie finally picked up.

"Hello?" she greeted.

"Hi, Jackie."

"Paul? Hi! Any news?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, "you should probably pack now. We're leavin' at 10.30 to catch our new flight."

"10.30 tonight?" She asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I know it's a bit unexpected but it's the only flight that would let you on. There are no other planes with seats available that'll get us there in time." He clarified.

"Paul, I don't want to be a bother…"

"No, it's alright! You're not bothering anyone." Paul assured her, and he heard John scoff beside him.

"Are you sure?" she asked, a bit worried.

"I'm positive. I have to hurry and pack, but John and I will be over there in a bit."

He heard some shuffling and the television in the background. "Alright, I'll start now."

"Perfect. I'll be there in a few. Bye, luv." Paul said, then hung up the phone and turned to John. "Let's go."

"Where?" John asked, sounding annoyed.

"My house, I've got to get my things."

John shook his head. "I've already driven your lazy arse to Brian's, I'm not going to go all the way over to your place and risk my precious eyesight if I catch a glimpse of that cow."

"You don't have much of that eyesight to lose, anyway," Paul said, pointing to the horn-rimmed glasses he was wearing. "Besides, it'd be a shame if I had to go all alone…"

They stared at each other for a while. John had a face of pure defiance and Paul with a pleading look, pout included. Finally, John sighed and stood up. "You're such a girl, you know that?"

Paul smiled. "C'mon."

They both got into John's car and headed off to the middle of London, where he and Jane shared a house. As they drove slowly into the driveway, Jane's car was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Paul had a stroke of luck and Jane actually wasn't home? This thought made Paul much more tranquil than he had been previously.

He told John to wait in the car, for he would just pack up his things quickly, and he stepped out. Paul dug for his keys in his pocket but, seeing as he probably forgot to get them in his angered daze that night. So he bent down and looked under the mat for a spare, but could not find it. Shit, she probably took it out. Fair enough.

But Paul knew what to do. He always did this when he would sneak back into the house in the middle of the night after meeting up with his bandmates and some girls. He grabbed a hold of the fence at the side of his house and began to climb until he was standing at the very top. He looked over at John, who was giving him the most perplexed look from inside his car. Paul gave him a quick thumbs-up and continued, placing his foot on the windowsill and made his way up until he reached his bedroom window. He opened the window skillfully, careful not to fall, and made his way inside. He was so good at this.

Once inside, he closed the bedroom window and began to separate his clothes and belongings that he would need on this trip. He always obsessed about forgetting something, so he made sure to double check that he hadn't forgotten any items that he'd regret not bringing later on. After he was sure that he had everything, he walked outside of his bedroom, three suitcases in his hands, and whistling some stupid tune that was stuck in his head. He made his way slowly downstairs but soon stopped dead in his tracks. There she was, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes piercing into his like knives.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jane hissed, her eyes never leaving his hazel ones.

"I'm just gettin' my things," Paul answered calmly. "Y'know, for the tour you're not coming on?"

"Thank God I'm not, too," she said. "Wouldn't want to be stuck with your selfish, inane attitude, would I?"

"Oh no," Paul began sarcastically, "why hang around with a Beatle when you could be trying to make something of a barely existent career?"

Jane grew red with anger. She hated him at this point. "You're a bastard, Paul McCartney!"

Paul laughed cruelly. "Aren't I? Maybe you should go and get yourself a sweet little nobody from your worthless movie set, instead!"

"I'd rather have a 'nobody' than someone who's as much of an arsehole as you!"

"Oh yeah?" He said, his perfectly shaped eyebrows rising in amusement. "Well you'll have plenty of chances where you're going, sweetheart. No one in that cast is getting anywhere, anyway."

Jane clenched her teeth. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well that's typical. Most useless girls like you aren't even aware that they have no talent whatsoev-"

SMACK.

Paul's hand shot to his stinging cheek. There was a heavy silence as they both watched each other in fury. The only thing that broke the stillness was the repeated sound of John's car horn as it filled their ears. Paul turned and walked out the door, making sure to slam it on his way out. Paul shoved his suitcases into the back of the car and got into the passenger's seat without a word.

"Finally! What took you so damn long? And what the hell happened to your face?" John asked as he turned to look at him. Paul didn't answer. He didn't even look at him, only out the window.

"So, I'm guessing she was in there?" John asked.

No answer.

"Are you not gonna say anythin'?"

Silence.

John sighed. "Seriously, Paul, don't stress about this. You guys have had plenty of fights before."

"Not like this." Paul uttered.

John made an attempt not to scoff. "Alright. Do you want to head to that girl's house now, then?"

Paul nodded and gave him the directions to her residence.

"Really, don't worry about it," John told him halfway through the trip, noticing his dreadful silence. "It'll all work out eventually."

Paul wasn't too convinced about that, but he sure hoped so. He was worrying too much about this whole thing; it was practically invading his mind. They'd had fights before, but what just happened back at the house was not normal. He looked at his watch. At least he would be escaping this whole thing in a few hours, promising himself he wouldn't dare think about it during the tour as much as he had been the past day or so. At least he wouldn't have to see her for a good period of time.

At least he had Jackie.

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