John's POV
I took Christy home with me to see what it was we needed to do. I was still a little confused and I wish Paul hadn't said that. You can't just believe every pretty girl that wanders by... although she is quite pretty... I smiled at her slightly and she smiled back.
"Oh John! It's just so good to see you like this!" She grinned and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Tell me what happened exactly?"
"Well, a burglar broke into my house and was about to shoot my dog so I jumped out to cover my dog and I think you were trying to stop me. So when the man fired the shot it went through you and then me." She said slowly and sadly.
"So... I was shot too?..."
"Um... yeah..."
"Well I don't see why that would throw you back in time... wouldn't I have too?"
"Um... well... I don't know how to tell you this but... you were already dead... you were a ghost..."
"What?!" I slammed on the brakes.
"I can, could, see ghosts. You were one of my best friends..."
"I was already dead?! But I'd only be like seventy something!" I suddenly felt angry at Christy.
"I'm so sorry John..." she looked close to tears. "You were shot when you were forty..." a tear rolled down her cheek and she threw her arms around me. "I'm so sorry." She sobbed quietly.
I was too stunned to say anything... then I became really mad again.
"You're crazy! I'm not gonna die when I'm forty!" I shoved Christy away and got out of the car. I realized we were almost to my house so I stomped up the street leaving Christy in my car.
Christy's POV
I sat stunned in the car watching John stomp up the street. I started to get out but for some reason I didn't. I just sat there staring after him until he disappeared into his house. I continued to air there not really knowing what to do. It was already late and I was afraid to go up to John's house for some reason. Eventually I fell asleep in the car I don't know how or when but I did. I woke up at the sound of the door clicking open I opened and eye to look and see who it was. It was Paul.
"Christy! What are you doing in a car all the way down here?"
I sat up sleepily. "I don't know..." I mumbled.
"Well here, come on!" Paul offered his hand and pulled me out of the car. "Things didn't go so well with John then?"
I shook my head. "I can't really blame him though... I just shouldn't have said anything..."
"Oh, well you can come stay with me if you like." Paul smiled kindly.
"Thanks. It's probably better anyway Cynthia might not have liked me being there."
"Who's Cynthia?"
"Um... John's wife?..."
"John isn't married...?"
"What do you mean he isn't married?! He's married to Cynthia Powell and he has a son named Julian!" I exclaimed.
"Christy I don't know what you're talking about." Paul frowned slightly and shook his head.
"Oh just nevermind!" I huffed. I followed Paul to his car and he opened the door for me.
"Are you hungry? I bet you haven't eaten and neither have I." He grinned.
"Yes actually, I'm starved." I giggled and Paul's grin widened.
We drove to a little cafe and ordered pancakes. We were enjoying a nice little chat and the delicious food when suddenly there were a few flashes and some shouting and screaming. Paul quickly grabbed my wrist and we rushed out of the cafe to the car. The girls quickly caught up and started beating on the car still screaming.
"This job is suicidal! This is absolutely crazy!" I shouted over the noise.
Paul laughed a little. "You're telling me!" We were finally able to drive away and were finally safe and sound in the peaceful quietness.
I stayed with Paul just hanging out for the next couple of days. Until we received a call from John.
Paul's POV
"Hello?" I answered the phone casually.
"What the heck are you doing that girl?!" John shouted.
"What? How did you find out about that?!"
"It's all over the paper! You nit wit!"
"What?! How?!"
"I don't know?! Maybe a bloody camera caught you two at the cafe?! She's a looney Paul!"
"She is not!" I became angry and hung up the phone with a slam.
"Who was that?" Christy walked in the room smiling.
"It was John! Apparently somebody got our picture and he's not happy that you're here." I sat down on the couch boiling a bit. Christy sat down next to me and put a comforting arm around me.
"I'm sure everything will be fine... John just doesn't like me very much..." she sighed sadly. "I'm more so surprised that you didn't get a call from Jane first!" She chuckled a bit.
"Um... who's Jane?..."
"Who's Jane?! What is going on here?! No Cynthia! No Jane!" She exclaimed. "This can't be right!" She waved arms around and then dropped them in her lap again.
"What are you talking about?" I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Am I supposed to have a girlfriend or something?"
"Uh... just forget it... I'll start getting dinner ready..." she got up and walked away with a look of reap thought on her face.
"Then the phone rang again and I saw her peek her head out the door as I answered it.
"Hello?" I said a little agitated.
"What are you doing with my girlfriend?!" "-watch it Tom! That's Paul McCartney!-" I heard in the background.
"Excuse me?!"
"That's me girlfriend in your picture!" The man said angrily, man, he was most likely still a kid...
"Hold on please." I put a hand over the mouth piece. "Christy do you have a boyfriend?!" I shouted into the kitchen.
"Tom?!" She stuck her head out in the door way with a look mixed with sadness and complete joy.