"It was the kiss, wasn't it?" I express my thoughts or theory.
"Courtney-." he begins but I interrupt.
"You're all worried about your girlfriend finding out, am I correct? You probably regret it." I barge in.
"Courtney, you and me, it's just that-." he starts.
"No, don't say it. I've heard it enough times for a lifetime, believe me. I already know what's going to come out your mouth: how I'm just not her, how I don't have a car, or money, a wealthy background and how I'm not popular or hell famous. You know what, Paul? I really thought you wouldn't be like the others who were so concerned about image and what other people thought! Just go back to your actress girlfriend who's so much prettier than me, and richer and more well liked. I don't matter, so why don't we just forget about all of this, and I'll figure out somewhere else to go so we don't have to keep going through this." I remark and he takes another footstep.
"I-I should just leave." I state quietly and I lift my foot to move.
"Why do you keep running away, huh?" he inquires and I turn to sit on the couch.
"Because nobody wants me." I confess and he treads over to take a seat next to me.
"That's not true." he appears to disagree and I lay my arms to rest on my legs and I stare at the floor.
"Pretty much. My parents don't want me, I find a guy with potential and he turns out like all of the others who end up hurting me, and then us." I try to find a way to go about it and I look to his expressionless face.
"Really why have you been ignoring me, Paul?" I again ask him the question he hasn't answered for me.
"You want my answer, huh? Okay here it is," he begins and I take a deep breath in anticipation of hearing it. "Ever since we kissed earlier I've been thinking about it, possibly doubting it too, but most of all I've been trying to convince myself that I don't have feelings for you. That it won't be good if I get involved with you, that you're younger than me, and that we should just stay friends. But I've realized that I haven't gotten anywhere with it. You're all I can think about." he confesses.
"Look at me." he tells me after I had looked away and I do as he says and his hand goes to cradle my cheek.
He quick leans in to press his lips against mine out of nowhere and I'm caught off guard, but I kiss him back, and he pulls away to end the spontaneous peck.
"Our kiss earlier wasn't a mistake or something I regret, and neither was this one." he tells me as our eyes are on each other, and confusion fills my mind.
"But Jane." I object and he runs the tips of his fingers over my cheek lightly.
"We got into another row when I brought her home earlier, and we're both sick of the constant fighting between us, so we decided to see other people." he explains and my eyebrows raise in shock.
"I know, I'm getting used to it myself." he states with a grin and I continue to work at processing at all of this.
"Lets just see where this goes, okay?" he alludes to us and I give him a nod.
"I'm sorry about what I said." I apologize and he exhales a breath.
"It's alright, love. It wasn't right of me, or let alone kind, to ignore you without giving you a reason and also for leading you on." he also apologizes and I nod my head up and down.
He kisses me again and I appreciate the sweet peck.
"Come and sleep with me, this sofa is rock hard." he suggests with a happy tone and he takes my hand to lead me to his room and we both get into his cozy bed.
He pulls the blankets and sheet over us as I lay inside by the wall, and he is on the outside and I open my eyes after shutting them for a second to find his hazels set on me.
"Are ya tired?" he questions as light from the window peers in through the open curtains to illuminate his friendly features.
"No, not really."
"Neither am I." he adds on and I decide to finally tell him about my little secret.
"Paul?"
"Yes, dear?" he responds and I take a deep breath while I almost lose myself in his deep, almost brown eyes.
"You know how the other day you found me sitting on the sidewalk crying and really confused?" I find a way to kind of go about telling him.
"Mmhmm, that story I never got to hear all of." he answers.
"Paul, I'm not from here."
"I know, you're from the U.S." he comments and I shake my head.
"You're not?" he questions with a surprised, and almost hurt look.
"No, I am, but I'm not from this time. I time traveled here." I nervously tell him and he first has a confused look on his face, but then he grins.
"Nice one, Court. You should be a comedian." I realize that he thinks I'm joking, and I sigh.
"Paul, I'm telling the truth." I respond.
"Yeah, sure you are. Time travel isn't real, darling, it can't happen." he replies and I groan.
"I'm not kidding or joking, I really did time travel here!" I exclaim in a serious tone and the amused look fades from his face.
"I'm from 2012, forty nine years in the future. I was born in 1993, and I'm a third generation Beatles fan." I tell him and his brow furrows.
"Who's the prime minister in 2012?" he questions and I remember back to hearing about it in the news and a social studies class of mine from high school.
"David Cameron." I answer his question.
"Who's the president?"
"A Democrat named Barack Obama, who you seem to really like." I reply and he looks even more confused.
"I like him? But I've never even heard of him until now." he replies with a bewildered look.
"Your future self does." I explain and his confused look doesn't fade.
"My future self? What am I like? Did the beatles make it big? Did I get rich and famous around the world?" he asks frantically.
"I can't tell you, I'm sorry." I say softly and I caress his cheek for a second.
"Why not?"
"Because it would mess everything up, and I shouldn't even be here in the first place. I've already changed things. You and Jane weren't supposed to split..." I reply and he puts a finger to my lips.
"No, don't say that," he interrupts my trailing off. "I love you being here, if it isn't obvious, and Jane and I were bound to have it happen anyways." he tells me and a small smile appears on his lips.
His finger leaves my lips and he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
"Time traveling, huh?" he inquires.
"Yeah, I'm pretty confused myself."
"How?" he asks and I shrug.
"I have no idea, how it happened, how I'm here, or why I'm here." I reply and he combs my long hair off of my shoulder.
"Maybe you're meant to be with me." he voices his opinion and we both smile.
"Maybe." I kind of agree with what he has to say.
"So you believe me?"
"Yeah, as hard as it is to, and even though I don't understand it at all. I believe you." he responds and I grin at him.
The smile leaves my face and he brushes his thumb over my cheek as I look away from him.
"What is it?"
"What if I just magically disappear one day, back to the future where I belong?" I think aloud with a sad look.
"Lets not worry about that right now, I won't let you go anywhere." he responds and he wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest.
"Don't worry about it, darling." he whispers against my hair and I inhale his musky scent and I calm down.
"So people in the next century still listen to The Beatles, huh? We must've made it pretty big then." he states a quiet minute later and I laugh into his chest and he chuckles too.
"Oh just go to sleep, mr. big shot." I tell him and I feel his lips kiss my hair lightly.
"Goodnight to you too, darling." he replies and I relax in his arms.
"Paul, what about the stuff with Robbie?" I interrupt the silent air a few minutes later and he pulls away to look at me.
"Tomorrow's another day, the only thing we need to be worrying about is you and I getting some rest," he begins in a playful tone and then his face becomes hard. "We can sort it all out tomorrow, Court. I promise you something will be done about it, don't you worry."
"Thanks, Paul." I reply and he nods with a smile and I lay my head back down on the soft pillow.
I get woke up the next morning by Paul moving in the bed and I groan and I hear his muffled laugh in response.
"You jerk, you woke me up." I tease him and I playfully hit his shoulder and I yawn.
"Yeah well you're hogging up the whole bed, Court, and the blankets too."
"Ah I'm sorry," I apologize to him. "but maybe you shouldn't be waking me up early in the morning." I add on after noticing the early time on his clock.
"I'm just kidding love, and just go back to sleep. I don't have to get up and be around for a couple of more hours." he tells me and I close my eyes and nod at his words.
I begin to drift off to sleep next to him as we share warmth in his cramped bed and Robbie's menacing face appears in my mind and I instantly wake up from my not so sleep, and Paul moves next to me.
"Hey, what is it?" he questions with a worried look and I breathe a sigh of relief seeing his face.
"Bad dream about Robbie." I admit and he wraps his arms around me in a hug and I put mine around his middle.
"It's alright, I'm right here, and Robbie is far away from here I'm sure," he rubs my back while saying. "I'm not gonna let anything happen." he reassures me and I nod into his t shirted chest.
I exhale a deep breath and I hear the smoke alarm go off downstairs and Paul chuckles.
"I reckon the lads aren't have a lot of luck cooking something, do you think we should go give 'em a hand?" he states and we decide to go downstairs and we find John and Ringo in a cloud of smoke in the kitchen and I can't help but to laugh at the funny sight of them.
We found out that they tried to make some kind of pancakes, but they weren't paying much attention to them, and they ended up burnt. We helped them clean it all up and then we decided on just toast with jam and peanut butter for our simple breakfast.
"Do you guys have to go to the studio today, or play a show?" I ask as we sit on chairs, or the couch with our empty plates and full bellies after finishing our pieces of toast and I set my plate on the coffee table.
"A show actually, around three o'clock. Wanna come with?" George answers.
"Yeah, if it's okay with all of you. I have to pick up my paycheck at the diner, so I can get a ticket and some food." I reply and I look to Paul who nods at my words.
"Oh, you don't work today?" Ringo questions and I shake my head side to side and Paul and I travel into the kitchen with our dishes.
"I want to come with you when you get your check, you know." Paul announces and I set the dish in the sink after rinsing it quickly.
"Alright." I reply and he winks at me with a small smile before going over to the open jam jar and peanut butter one too who somebody left out, and he screws the tops back to return them to their spots in the fridge and the pantry.
Paul and I both shower before getting dressed and he drives us to the diner as its nearing late morning, and he follows after me into the diner. Lets hope Robbie isn't here, or that I don't see anything of him. From what Paul has had to say about him, I'm scared about what he would say or more importantly do to the creep if we ran into him.