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November 1 1956
You and George have now become close friends, but you want to be closer. You haven't seen Paul since the day you told him to stay out of your life but you don't really care, you're with George, that's all that matters.
"Have you noticed that Paul has been missing a lot lately?" George asks.
"Yeah, I, uh, I guess."
"I wonder where he could be."
"Well it was Halloween yesterday, maybe the ghosts got him." He laughs, you smile.
"Maybe we should just check up on him though, y'know, at his house." You shrug and follow him to Paul's house. He knocks on the door with little force and Mr. McCartney opens the door, he seems upset. "Can we talk to Paul?"
"Er, sure...yeah," he answers slowly. "Paul! Y-you're friends are here to see you." Paul shows up at the door, his eyes are red.
"Hey, uh, Paul...what's wrong?" George asks.
"Did the ghosts get ya?" you ask with a laugh. He looks up at you, tears welling in his eyes, then back down at the ground.
"Aaw, shush. What's wrong Paul?" He doesn't answer. "C'mon, you can tell us." He looks up and stares at you both, letting a tear fall.
"Me...me mum died." Paul falls to the ground, sobbing, just as your mouth falls open. He sobs into his hands just as George sits down next to him.
"What?...When? How?" he asks, stroking Paul's back.
"Y-yesterday... It was c-c....cancer." You know for sure that your face has gone pale. You had been so rude to Paul and now his mother is dead. Tears leak out of your eyes when Paul begins to cry harder so you turn and run away. You're not sure where, just somewhere else.
"________________?" George shouts. You don't look back, just keep running.
You stop in the cemetary, George said it was peaceful. You fall down onto Eleanor Rigby's grave and cry. The only sounds you can hear are the winds and your cries. How could you be so mean? So rude? All he wanted to do was talk, flirt, be your friend but all you did was push him away in the cruelest way. Another sound fills your ears. It sounds like people running. Someone begins to call your name. You look up and see Paul enter the cemetary.
"I'm gonna look for her in here," he says to somebody. Your eyes go wide and you scoot around the corner of the grave in hopes of finding a place to hide. "____________? _____________?" You stare at him for a moment then turn back around and hold your breath. "_______________? Is that you?" You look up at him then quickly look back down. "It is you." He sits down next to you. "I can tell...I can tell because of your eyes. Which by the way are red...you've been crying, what's wrong?" He pushes the hair away from your face so he can see your eyes. You look into his eyes then throw your arms around him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you shout as you begin to cry into his shoulder. He slowly puts his arms around you then gently rubs your back.
"I-it's alright...I guess. You don't need to be sorry...it's no one's fault that she dies," he says.
"No, no, not that... I'm sorry about all the rude things I said to you. I'm such a jerk, I was being stupid! I-I don't know why I told you all of those things. I guess it's that you're flirting with me and-and I just want George to flirt with me."
"Oh yeah...uh...George." He slowly lets go of you.
"Will you ever forgive me?" You wipe away your tears but they keep coming.
"Of course I'll forgive you, why wouldn't I?" You laugh as he helps you up. "C-can you forgive me? I guess...I guess I went a little overboard..."
"May-"
"Oh, sorry. May you forgive me?" You giggle, he seems so nervous.
"No, no, no, uh you're stepping on my foot... I was going to ask if you could please take it off." He looks down and quickly takes his foot off of yours.
"I'm sorry! I-I'm so stupid!" He lets go of your hand then looks away.
"No, it's okay, simple mistake." You gently grab his arm then turn him back around. He stares into your eyes and smiles. You let go of his arm and he grabs yours. You look down as you feel his hand slowly sliding down your arm to your hand. A small smile spreads across your face as you stare at his hand in yours then look up to see him smiling.
"'ey! You found her!" George yells, entering the graveyard. You smile wider, let go of Paul's hand then rush towards George. "Are you alright? You ran from us pretty quickly.
"I'm okay now." You smile at him and he smiles back. You blush then feel Paul's shoulder brush past yours. "Where're you going, Paul?" He turns his head and gives you two a small smile.
"I, uh, I just thought you two would like some alone time. I...I guess I'll go." He turns around and leaves the cemetary. You watch the back of his head fade then turn to George.
"So, I guess it's just us," you say with a smile.
"Yeah, just us." He stares up at the sun and squints. Your heart skips a beat. His accent is too perfect. A smile spreads across your face and butterflies fill your whole body as you stare down at his hand. It's so tempting.
"Erm-" You cut your eyes away from his hand. "What do you want to do?"
"Well we can leave. I guess a graveyard is a bit of a creepy place to just hang out." You have no idea what he just said, you're lost in his eyes.
"Hmm what?" He gives you a strange look but it comes with a smile. You smile shyly back.
"C'mon, let's go." He grabs your hand and leads you onto the sidewalk. You giggle then begin to blush. "You alright?" You nod.
His hand feels so soft and warm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. The butterflies flutter their wings around in your stomach and make you even more nervous. You breath in and out then repeat. There's nothing to be nervous about, he's just a person...just the most amazing person you've ever met. He asks you a question but you get choked up mid-sentence when you try to answer. You stare up at him in embarrassment then turn away.
"Are you alright?" You nod quickly. "Do you... Do you have some sort of crush on me?" Your eyes go wide. Nothing comes out of your mouth so you turn and run. "Is that a yes or no?" You don't answer and just continue to run. "You do an awful lot of running!" You look back at him but then bump into someone. You hit the ground hard.
"______________! I'm s-so sorry! I...I'm sorry!" Paul jumps up then brushes himself off. He lends you hus hand to help you up.
"Thanks, I- Have you been crying?" He quickly wipes his eyes and turns away.
"N-no..."
"Paul, you know...it's okay if you do cry. Your mother just died. You can't help it if you cry." He takes his hands away from his eyes and stares at you.
"Yeah, um...that's why I'm crying... Mum..." He's covered in tears.
"Do you want to talk?" Nothing comes out, he's just staring at you like he's wondering what to say.
"Er....no, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? It's not always good to bottle up your feelings." He just stares at his hands then shakes his head.
"No, erg, I'm alright." His eyes break away from the pavement and shoot up to meet yours. He sighs then turns and walks away.
"Wait!" you shout and run up to Paul. "What's really wrong?" You grab his hand. "I know that in the past I could just care less about you but I realize that all you wanted was to get to know me well now I want to get to know you...and help you. What's wrong?"
"Well...y'know...mum." He turns away.
"Paul...you can tell me." He doesn't turn back around to face you. "James, really." He finally turns to face you then dries his tears.
"Fine. You really want to know what's wrong?"
"Yes, please."
"You. You're the reason I'm upset, alright? You-you love George and I love you! I'd throw my life into you, slit my throat for you, I-I'd do ANYTHING for you. I love you. You're my everything. You're beautiful, much more beautiful than anyone I've ever met. But you love George and now...now mum's gone... Did I do something to make everything go wrong? Don't pay attention to George, pay attention to me."
"But-"
"No. Not but. George doesn't like you, I dunno if he ever will, but I do. I could give you all the love and attention you ever wanted."
"But, Paul, you don't understand. I doesn't work like that. I don't love you back, I'm sorry."
"Hey, ________________!" George shouts. You turn your head to look at him then quickly turn back around. He probably wants his question answered. Paul's staring at George, anger is spread across his face.
"You've got some nerve," Paul says through gritted teeth. He turns to you then back to George. He rolls his eyes then walks away.
"What was that about?"
"Beats me..."
"Oh, well...what I wanted to ask you... Erg, do you like me?" Your face turns bright pink.
"Well...um..."
"Because, if you do, I like you too. I was...I was wondering if you'd like to, y'know, be me girlfriend." A small smile spreads across your face.
"Paul lied..."
"What?"
"Erg, yes. Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Description
November 1 1956
You and George have now become close friends, but you want to be closer. You haven't seen Paul since the day you told him to stay out of your life but you don't really care, you're with George, that's all that matters.
"Have you noticed that Paul has been missing a lot lately?" George asks.
"Yeah, I, uh, I guess."
"I wonder where he could be."
"Well it was Halloween yesterday, maybe the ghosts got him." He laughs, you smile.
"Maybe we should just check up on him though, y'know, at his house." You shrug and follow him to Paul's house. He knocks on the door with little force and Mr. McCartney opens the door, he seems upset. "Can we talk to Paul?"
"Er, sure...yeah," he answers slowly. "Paul! Y-you're friends are here to see you." Paul shows up at the door, his eyes are red.
"Hey, uh, Paul...what's wrong?" George asks.
"Did the ghosts get ya?" you ask with a laugh. He looks up at you, tears welling in his eyes, then back down at the ground.
"Aaw, shush. What's wrong Paul?" He doesn't answer. "C'mon, you can tell us." He looks up and stares at you both, letting a tear fall.
"Me...me mum died." Paul falls to the ground, sobbing, just as your mouth falls open. He sobs into his hands just as George sits down next to him.
"What?...When? How?" he asks, stroking Paul's back.
"Y-yesterday... It was c-c....cancer." You know for sure that your face has gone pale. You had been so rude to Paul and now his mother is dead. Tears leak out of your eyes when Paul begins to cry harder so you turn and run away. You're not sure where, just somewhere else.
"________________?" George shouts. You don't look back, just keep running.
You stop in the cemetary, George said it was peaceful. You fall down onto Eleanor Rigby's grave and cry. The only sounds you can hear are the winds and your cries. How could you be so mean? So rude? All he wanted to do was talk, flirt, be your friend but all you did was push him away in the cruelest way. Another sound fills your ears. It sounds like people running. Someone begins to call your name. You look up and see Paul enter the cemetary.
"I'm gonna look for her in here," he says to somebody. Your eyes go wide and you scoot around the corner of the grave in hopes of finding a place to hide. "____________? _____________?" You stare at him for a moment then turn back around and hold your breath. "_______________? Is that you?" You look up at him then quickly look back down. "It is you." He sits down next to you. "I can tell...I can tell because of your eyes. Which by the way are red...you've been crying, what's wrong?" He pushes the hair away from your face so he can see your eyes. You look into his eyes then throw your arms around him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you shout as you begin to cry into his shoulder. He slowly puts his arms around you then gently rubs your back.
"I-it's alright...I guess. You don't need to be sorry...it's no one's fault that she dies," he says.
"No, no, not that... I'm sorry about all the rude things I said to you. I'm such a jerk, I was being stupid! I-I don't know why I told you all of those things. I guess it's that you're flirting with me and-and I just want George to flirt with me."
"Oh yeah...uh...George." He slowly lets go of you.
"Will you ever forgive me?" You wipe away your tears but they keep coming.
"Of course I'll forgive you, why wouldn't I?" You laugh as he helps you up. "C-can you forgive me? I guess...I guess I went a little overboard..."
"May-"
"Oh, sorry. May you forgive me?" You giggle, he seems so nervous.
"No, no, no, uh you're stepping on my foot... I was going to ask if you could please take it off." He looks down and quickly takes his foot off of yours.
"I'm sorry! I-I'm so stupid!" He lets go of your hand then looks away.
"No, it's okay, simple mistake." You gently grab his arm then turn him back around. He stares into your eyes and smiles. You let go of his arm and he grabs yours. You look down as you feel his hand slowly sliding down your arm to your hand. A small smile spreads across your face as you stare at his hand in yours then look up to see him smiling.
"'ey! You found her!" George yells, entering the graveyard. You smile wider, let go of Paul's hand then rush towards George. "Are you alright? You ran from us pretty quickly.
"I'm okay now." You smile at him and he smiles back. You blush then feel Paul's shoulder brush past yours. "Where're you going, Paul?" He turns his head and gives you two a small smile.
"I, uh, I just thought you two would like some alone time. I...I guess I'll go." He turns around and leaves the cemetary. You watch the back of his head fade then turn to George.
"So, I guess it's just us," you say with a smile.
"Yeah, just us." He stares up at the sun and squints. Your heart skips a beat. His accent is too perfect. A smile spreads across your face and butterflies fill your whole body as you stare down at his hand. It's so tempting.
"Erm-" You cut your eyes away from his hand. "What do you want to do?"
"Well we can leave. I guess a graveyard is a bit of a creepy place to just hang out." You have no idea what he just said, you're lost in his eyes.
"Hmm what?" He gives you a strange look but it comes with a smile. You smile shyly back.
"C'mon, let's go." He grabs your hand and leads you onto the sidewalk. You giggle then begin to blush. "You alright?" You nod.
His hand feels so soft and warm. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. The butterflies flutter their wings around in your stomach and make you even more nervous. You breath in and out then repeat. There's nothing to be nervous about, he's just a person...just the most amazing person you've ever met. He asks you a question but you get choked up mid-sentence when you try to answer. You stare up at him in embarrassment then turn away.
"Are you alright?" You nod quickly. "Do you... Do you have some sort of crush on me?" Your eyes go wide. Nothing comes out of your mouth so you turn and run. "Is that a yes or no?" You don't answer and just continue to run. "You do an awful lot of running!" You look back at him but then bump into someone. You hit the ground hard.
"______________! I'm s-so sorry! I...I'm sorry!" Paul jumps up then brushes himself off. He lends you hus hand to help you up.
"Thanks, I- Have you been crying?" He quickly wipes his eyes and turns away.
"N-no..."
"Paul, you know...it's okay if you do cry. Your mother just died. You can't help it if you cry." He takes his hands away from his eyes and stares at you.
"Yeah, um...that's why I'm crying... Mum..." He's covered in tears.
"Do you want to talk?" Nothing comes out, he's just staring at you like he's wondering what to say.
"Er....no, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? It's not always good to bottle up your feelings." He just stares at his hands then shakes his head.
"No, erg, I'm alright." His eyes break away from the pavement and shoot up to meet yours. He sighs then turns and walks away.
"Wait!" you shout and run up to Paul. "What's really wrong?" You grab his hand. "I know that in the past I could just care less about you but I realize that all you wanted was to get to know me well now I want to get to know you...and help you. What's wrong?"
"Well...y'know...mum." He turns away.
"Paul...you can tell me." He doesn't turn back around to face you. "James, really." He finally turns to face you then dries his tears.
"Fine. You really want to know what's wrong?"
"Yes, please."
"You. You're the reason I'm upset, alright? You-you love George and I love you! I'd throw my life into you, slit my throat for you, I-I'd do ANYTHING for you. I love you. You're my everything. You're beautiful, much more beautiful than anyone I've ever met. But you love George and now...now mum's gone... Did I do something to make everything go wrong? Don't pay attention to George, pay attention to me."
"But-"
"No. Not but. George doesn't like you, I dunno if he ever will, but I do. I could give you all the love and attention you ever wanted."
"But, Paul, you don't understand. I doesn't work like that. I don't love you back, I'm sorry."
"Hey, ________________!" George shouts. You turn your head to look at him then quickly turn back around. He probably wants his question answered. Paul's staring at George, anger is spread across his face.
"You've got some nerve," Paul says through gritted teeth. He turns to you then back to George. He rolls his eyes then walks away.
"What was that about?"
"Beats me..."
"Oh, well...what I wanted to ask you... Erg, do you like me?" Your face turns bright pink.
"Well...um..."
"Because, if you do, I like you too. I was...I was wondering if you'd like to, y'know, be me girlfriend." A small smile spreads across your face.
"Paul lied..."
"What?"
"Erg, yes. Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend."