"You know, I still don't know a whole lot about you, Court. How about we tell the other more about ourselves?" Paul suggests and I nod while he places the paper over on the counter and he grabs his Coke to drink from.
"Like what?" I question and he shrugs with an unsure look.
"Were you ever in any sports?" he questions and I nod.
"Softball and Volleyball." I reply and he looks confused, but then realization comes over his face and he nods to himself, he's so corky and funny.
"Did you ever do choir or orchestra?" he inquires and I shake my head.
"Nope, I can't even hold a note and I'm doomed with instruments." I reply with a slightly embarrassed look as I tell this to somebody who's the complete opposite of how I describe myself.
"Ah come on, I bet that's not true." he disagrees and I shake my head with a smirk and look to the kitchen floor for a split second.
"No, it's completely true." I reassure him and I take a swig from my Coke.
He kept on asking me more things about myself and I participated too asking him questions that he gladly answered for me, and before I knew it we were laughing about something or other. We were completely in stitches, close to crying, and my head found a place on his shoulder and the ecstatic smiles on our faces fell to allow for serious looks as we look into the others glimmering eyes. His hand moved to my chin where he lifted my face to his and our lips met in a kiss that wasn't just some peck as it lasted longer than that, and it had more meaning than that. We parted after a long moment that felt longer than it probably was and we share smiles and his hand drops from my raised chin and the front door opens.
I hear an abundance of voices pile in along with laughs and ruffling of clothes and shoes thudding to the floor as they're being taken off.
"Oh hey there, Macca." John walks into the kitchen with the simple greeting and he goes for the fridge.
Paul excused himself to use the bathroom while John raided the fridge and the other two occupied the living room. I hopped off of the hard counter to venture up the stairs into Paul's empty bedroom and I quickly brush my hair that I'm adjusting to and I toss on a sweater that was one of Cynthia's old ones since its getting a bit cold. I let out a breath with a pleased smile on my face as I exit his bedroom and make my way to the staircase. I stop to look over the arrangement of a few photos on the plain walls and the loud knocking against the wooden door travels up the steps where I am.
"Paul, somebody's at the door for you!" John calls out after answering the knocking.
"Hey, where's Court, and who's at the door?" I hardly hear Paul's response after some shuffling of footsteps.
"I dunno, mate. It's Jane, by the way, she said that it's important she speak to you." John replies and my brow falls slightly as my eyes are set on a well drawn picture of Paul from the Hamburg days and after a minute I recognize Klaus Voorman's signature at the bottom in his scrawling.
"Jane, hi." Paul's soft voice floats up the steps while I stand close to the railing, but not in anybody's view.
"Jane, I dunno," Paul utters after I hear an inaudible female voice. "I thought you had your mind made up, and I just can't change mine all of a sudden because you've changed yours!" he exclaims in a tense voice and my eyes leave the photos and I walk closer to the staircase, but I don't think it's safe for me to go down there right now.
I again hear Jane's shy voice that I can't make out as I lean against the hallway wall and I bite on my nail, I wonder what's going on. Is it good or bad? Boy was I about to find out.
"I just can't go back to you, Jane. I'm kind of with somebody else now." Paul states and I exhale a breath.
"You're already with somebody after one day?" her voice rises and I glance to the floor. "She's that American staying with you, whatever her bloody name is, am I right?" she finishes her sentence and I consider walking back to Paul's room so I won't have to her this, but my feet won't move. Once again I'm not feeling so welcome here, I hate this feeling.
"And so what if I am with her? What problem do you have with her?" he retorts.
"Paul, you haven't even known her a week!" Jane replies and I sigh and turn to stand against the wall with my back to it.
I lift my feet and walk back into Paul's room where I sit on his bed not wanting to hear any more of that conversation and the bang of the door shutting is what I hear soon after I took my place on his bed. I let out a sigh and pick at my fingernails and then I look to the two gorgeous bracelets Paul got for me, and I smile at the sight of them. The silence that's flooded my ears is interrupted my footsteps gaining on the staircase and Paul's not even fully shut door opens and he himself just stands there in the doorway with a blank expression on his face.
"Hey, love. What're you doing up here?" he questions in a cheery tone that I know he's faking.
I ignore his casual question as I stare at my nails and he sighs and comes over to me to sit next to me at the end of his bed and he attempts to drape his arm over me. I shrug his arm off and I move farther away from him.
"What was that for?" he questions in a tone far from happy and I lift my eyes to meet his pair.
"So... about you and Jane, are you back together?" I question and i watch as he registers what I said and his facial expression changes.
"Courtney-." he starts but I don't allow him to finish.
"What's going on, Paul?" I question in a fed up tone and he exhales a breath.
"I reckon you must of heard what went on, that's not hard to figure out. She came by to ask to get back together with me, and before you say anything more I'll tell you how it ended: I told her that I don't want to get back together with her, because I'm with you." he confesses and his eyes trail to me as he speaks the last sentence.
I don't really know what to say in return to him. "Thank you." I reply with a genuine smile and he nods with a new grin and he moves over to me and i let him wrap his arm around me.
"I didn't see any point in going back to her anyways, because I knew the fighting would return and I just didn't enjoy being in the relationship." he states in quiet voice while my head lays on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, you don't need to be, darling. It's not your fault." he replies and we pull away from the short hug for him to give me a peck.
I smile at him which he returns and he takes my hand and I glance to our l joined hands.
"I think lunch is sounding pretty good to me right about now, how about you, love?" he questions and I nod my head.
"Yeah, me too." I agree and we stand up and we walk back downstairs and into the empty kitchen and he lets go of my hand to search in the fridge for something while I retreat to the counter to sip at my Coke.
"How does macaroni and cheese sound to you?" he suggests and I smile, it's my favorite.
"That sounds great, want help making it?" I reply.
"Sure." he answers and so I leap off the counter to my feet to aid him.
He grabbed the box of elbow macaroni from the pantry to get that boiling on the stove while I found the block of cheese in the fridge and I started to grate it. I stopped when Paul told me I had plenty enough in order for it to be some cheesy macaroni, so I got the cold stick of butter from the fridge to cut a few cubes and then I got the milk too.
"Alright, I think these are done." Paul announces as he strains the boiled pasta and he tosses all of it back into the pan and he adds the butter.
I slowly add the cheese and the butter while he stirs and then I add not a whole lot of milk. He added the seasonings while I got out bowls and drinking glasses for us to fill with milk.
"So.. you said that you like to do art and that you have taken classes in high school and stuff, do you ever draw people then?" Paul questions as he spoons the cheesy, delicious looking macaroni into our two bowls while I drink from my Coke that's beginning to run low.
"No, I've never been good at portraits or anything like that, but I've always liked painting, pottery and photography especially." I reply and he sets the pan on a cooled burner and we take our bowls of food to go sit at the kitchen table together.
"Oh really? Us lads love to take pictures. We should get you a camera one of these times when we go to town." he suggests and I smile at the idea while I stir my hot food.
"Yeah, I'd really like to do that." I comment and he flashes me a smile before starting on his food.
We chat more about music, art, food and their concert coming up in short of two hours while we filled our stomachs with the gooey macaroni that definitely hit the spot. We washed the dishes we dirtied afterwards and then we lounged on the couch watching some tv show before another car came to pick all of us up.
Once again when we arrived they headed to their dressing room backstage right away while I went to find the concessions where I bought some licorice and a Pepsi for the concert, after purchasing my ticket of course. I wandered around the fairly small theatre, ballroom or whatever this place technically is while I sipped at my Pepsi and glanced to the posters on the walls about this concert, other ones, upcoming musicals and that kind of thing. I went back into the auditorium part to hear them rehearse and then I found my okay seat and i got to see the Beatles in concert for the second time. It was just as great as the first time.
Like last time I waited around for the four to finish changing and doing whatever in their dressing room as I continue to nurse my Pepsi as I sit on a bench in the front entrance. I sigh and glance to the dark doors that not even ten minutes ago had dozens of girls and some adults pushing through them to leave the finished concert. I hear the opening of doors along with a cluster of footsteps as well as faded laughter and Paul comes to get me and we pile into the car to return home for our early dinner of pizza and then we went on to play some board games, I'm having such a great time in this time with the four of them.
AN: I hope you're liking these parts, I'd love to hear what you think of them!