AN: Hi there, I'm so sorry that its been so long since I wrote another part! Ideas weren't really coming to me for a second part and I meant to write it this past weekend but I had some stuff going on, but here I finally got to it! Thanks for the reviews you left on the previous chapter, I hope this one wont disappoint :) Enjoy!
I look back to my cup of tea and remember my situation back home, I don't miss my home and my parents I can tell you that. I sigh and take a gulp from my no longer scorching tea and bring my attention back to Paul and John who are chatting away.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but where's the bathroom?" I ask the two englishmen.
"It's down the hall and the last door on your right." Paul tells me and I nod before standing up from the couch and finding my way to the bathroom.
I quickly use the toilet in the small bathroom before washing my hands and drying them. I exit the bathroom to hear John and Paul's current conversation.
"What're we gonna do with her while we play the show this afternoon?" John asks Paul.
"She can just come with us and we'll buy her a ticket." Paul replies and John lets out a sigh.
"We can't be supporting this lass and paying for everything for her. Hell we don't even know her, all I know is that you found this lass on your walk home! She could be some druggie or psycho for all we know!" John responds and I stop in the middle of the hallway, out of sight kind of.
"John she's a nice girl and she needs somewhere to stay. She's scared and confused, she needs somebody and I'd just like to support her until she gets back on her feet." Paul responds and I walk in and they both turn to face me, i watch as the realization hits Paul's face.
"Love-." he starts.
"I don't have to stay here, I can find another place to stay." I state even though really the last thing I want to do is to leave this inviting flat of theirs with my favorite band and Paul who makes me feel safe, but if I'm not welcome then what's the point?
I don't even have another place to stay, no money from this time, knowing of this town or anybody here.
"No love, you're welcome to stay here." Paul tells me and John stays silent.
"I don't want to stay here and be some nuisance to all of you. I'd rather just leave now than be a bother to you." I state boldly and I cross my arms over my chest and let out a sigh, I just want to be wanted by somebody.
"Court, we want you to stay here, really we do. I don't mind chipping in some money for clothes for you and some other things, we just need to be able to trust you love."
"You can trust me." I inform him and he nods before John goes into the kitchen for something or other.
I sigh and push my hair away from my eyes, I'm so confused with what's going on and stress is getting to me.
"Hey, it's alright." Paul says as he stands up and walks over to me before giving me a hug, one I really need.
"It's okay Court, you have a bed to sleep in here and meals to eat. We'll find you some clothes and you'll just have to come with us to a show of ours this afternoon in an hour. Don't worry about a thing love, don't cry darling." his soft, comforting voice speaks and I nod into his shirt as his arms are around me and his chin rests on the crown of my head.
"I'm sorry, I feel like a bother." I admit.
"Don't apologize, Court. You're not a bother at all and I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to. I can already tell that you're a nice girl and that we'll get along well." he continues to console me and I just nod, I don't know what to say to his generosity.
"Thank you Paul, it really means a lot." I mumble into his chest and I feel his hand lightly rub my back before we pull away.
"Of course, love." he adds with warm smile and I return with a small smile.
"Are you hungry?" he asks and I nod my head before I follow him into the now empty kitchen and we end up making ham and cheese sandwiches with our beverages of milk.
"Hey lads, Courtney and I are going to visit one of those boutiques in town, we'll be back shortly. Alright?" Paul calls up the stairs after we finish our lunch and we put our shoes back on.
I hear a variation of 'bye' or 'whatever' before I follow Paul out the door and along the sidewalk.
Not much is said during the short walk into what I assume to a part of the town with stores and I follow Paul to a clothes one. He had worn shades on this cloudy day and we walk in and find the racks for my age and all.
"Um do you think you'll be okay if I just go look in the men's? You should be fine I think with just a few outfits love and maybe a pair of shoes." Paul tells me and I nod my head and he gives me a smile before we part our own ways.
I'm still really confused as to how I'm here, but I'm not thinking that this is a dream anymore because everything is far too real. I look at all the dresses, skirts, shirts and other garments on the racks in this area for girls my age. I skim through the different outfits and check the size on the tags before I find a few that I like and I walk over to the dressing rooms to try them on.
I finally settle on a black dress with long sleeves that reaches past my knees, a long sleeved maroon shirt, two pairs of nice looking jeans, another shirt and a black skirt. I find a bra and a pack of underwear quick as well. I carry them as I travel over to where the shoes are and I remove my beat up tennis shoes to try on a pair of black flats. After finding my size and grabbing a pack of like socks to wear with them I find Paul over in the men's and he turns around to face me with a smile.
"Hey love, how'd the clothes search go?" Paul questions and I gesture to the small pile of clothes I hold.
"Ah well good, I'm glad you found some ya like and that fit. Lets go pay for them then." he states and I follow his tall figure as we walk over to the cashier and he pays.
"Thank you, I appreciate it." I tell him as we exit the store with my bag of clothes in hand.
"You're welcome, love." he comments and I follow him back to his apartment and I go into their downstairs bathroom to change into an outfit.
The clothes Paul was nice enough to buy for me certainly are different from the normal clothes I would wear back home in 2012. I'd basically be wearing jeans and a t shirt or occasionally a nice blouse back home, my casual style. I've worn a dress or a skirt before of course, but not such things that are so fancy and girly like these outfits, hmm. The fashion is much different from where I'm from 49 years in the future, everything looks different, people look different and act different. The world is distinct in this time, I've always had the desire to live back in the 60's. I never thought it'd actually happen, this will be a big adjustment for me I know.
I sigh and look at myself in the mirror after I had changed into the fancy red shirt with a few buttons going from the collar down. I look myself up and down to examine the long, black skirt that doesn't look all too bad on me.
I open the previously closed bathroom door to ask Paul something.
"Hey Paul, is it okay if I was to take a shower quick?" I call to him.
"Yeah love, you can go right ahead! There should be a towel in there and shampoo and soap already in the shower." he answers.
"Alright, thanks!"
"You're welcome, Court!" he responds with this sudden nickname for me, one that I've never been given, I like it.
I shut the door and strip off my new clothes to place in the shopping bag and I set those aside and my dirty clothes I wore earlier before turning the shower on. I find a towel and washcloth to place on the closed toilet and luckily I find regular shampoo and body wash, not those kind that are specifically for men with the cologne in the body wash.
I take a quick shower and get all dried off before I found a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain, black t shirt that were placed on the blue rug in front of the door. I shrug my shoulders at the odd discovery and change into them before I exit the bathroom with wet hair and the dirty towel and washcloth in hand.
"Um Paul, where should I put these?" I ask him when I find him sitting on the couch with his guitar on his lap.
"Just on the top of the washer down in the laundry room by the loo. You know you look nice in those clothes of mine, I was a bit worried they'd be too big on you." he tells me.
"Thanks." I comment and I blush on the way to the laundry room, hmm so I'm wearing his clothes huh?
"I just thought I'd lend you those for until we leave for the show and for pajamas as well." he informs me when I walk back into the living room.
"Oh thanks, they're really comfy." I state and he flashes me a smile and I smile back at him.
We talk a tad more for the next 10 minutes until I went to change into the black skirt, red blouse and flats in order for me to accompany them to the show. I find my brush and comb my wet hair. I have no idea for what the hairstyles for women of this time wear really, so I just braided a piece of my bang along the right side of my head. Where the braid attaches to the rest of my hair kind of, not loose. That'll have to do, I think before I put on some lotion and exit the bathroom to leave the guys' apartment for some car outside waiting for them, for us. I pile in next to then and I find myself in the back, sat beside Paul. He smiles and I smile back, ah I love his bright smile.
We soon arrive at the cinema where they're playing and we all get dropped off in back and we go through the door there to find the stage and the large auditorium where row after row of seats is, what a large place.
"Court, do you just wanna wander around for a bit until we're dressed?" Paul questions and I turn back to face him and I answer with 'sure' and he nods his dark haired head before retreating to a hall behind the stage.
I sigh and find a seat up on the very top, near the double doors that lead out into the front whereabouts of the building; concession and all. I sit down and prop up my legs up on the seat in front or me and gaze at the empty stage. I'm going to see the beatles in concert, I realize and I smile to myself at the thought. Being a fan of them, and more if you're one after they disbanded, you can only dream about seeing them in concert. I look to my lap and fiddle with my pale fingers and I rest my head back on the cushioned seat and shut my eyes.
It feels so great and it's such a relief to be escaping my troubled life that I don't enjoy back home, yet I still don't know what to make of all of this. There's no way it's a dream, even though i sometimes do daydream in class, my mind could not make everything seem so livid. However this is happening or whatever the reason may be: I'm thankful for it.
I didn't want to walk home from school to face my empty home that both of my 2 parents no longer inhabit. The papers for their divorce were finalized yesterday and my dad moved out last night. I've been left to stay with my mother whom I don't get along with. I'm so mad at her for ruining my parents' marriage. It was solely her fault, considering she cheated. Can they even tell I'm gone, I wonder to myself. You can't forget dreaded school that I hate to attend, I don't even want to think about my horrible grades. That's another reason why I didn't want to face my parents and endure being yelled at.
I get brought of my thoughts by hearing footsteps so I open my eyes to notice Paul walking out onto the wood stage. I look over his sharp suit that I think he looks great in, as he walks over to an amp to plug in his Hofner violin bass, oh his famous bass. I set my elbow on the arm rest and place my chin in my palm.
"Courtney, where are you love?" Paul calls out as his left hand is against his forehead to attempt to shield from the bright, stage lights.
"I'm up here." I yell back and I wave my arms in the air until he spots me and nods his head.
"Aha there ya are, what're you doing up there darling?" he bellows out and I think to say: 'just chillin' but that's an American slang he wouldn't understand.
"I'm just watching from up here, these seats are kind of comfy!" I answer back and he nods with his grin.
"Ah, well will you tell me what you think after you hear our rehearsal of a few songs?" Paul asks me.
"Yeah sure!" I reply and he nods before turning to face John and the others who enter on stage.
I'm going to see the beatles in concert, I never thought this would really happen, it always seemed impossible. Now it's possible and it is happening, I can't even fathom the thought of what I'm about to witness.
AN: What'd ya think?