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I just stared out the window as I watched him try to start the car up. That was the first time I was ever glad that old thing didn't start up in time. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and ignored Daniel and Peter's question's. I opened the passenger's seat door and sat myself next to him. This time I wasn't going to be afraid of him.
"What do you think you're doing?" my dad asked.
"I'm going with you. I WON'T let you hurt him so I'm going to monitor you." He rolled his eyes and then got the car started. He looked at my arm and smirked.
"You deserved that." I followed his eyes and covered the cut. I ignored the pain that was seering through my body as I touched it.
We said nothing, or tried to say nothing, through the rest of the long torturous car ride. If he ever randomly threw me a question I'd just nod or shake my head. The ride was long, it felt like years as we stopped to get gas then started again the stopped and started again. I watched the trees and cars go by and I wished I was in one of those other cars.

Finally. It was over. We were in Germany. I didn't know how long the trip took but I knew it was long. My dad started asking everyone everywhere if they knew where Paul McCartney was. They were all pointing him in the right direction and we started getting closer and closer. My stomach lurched when the club got in eye sight. I started sweating buckets and I couldn't believe my bad luck when I saw my dad steaming when he walked into the building.
He took no time to push through the crowds of people and start screaming at him. At first I was happy Paul couldn't hear him over the music only that wasn't enough for my dad, to yell and not be heard. To my suprise, he jumped up onstage and shoved Paul. The chord from his bass fell out of the amp and his microphone fell over. John and George stood next to Paul and started yelling at my father to leave the stage. John took at punch at him when he wouldn't leave and he started puching them back. I got nervous and upset so I slipped into the shadows in the back of the room. I watched Paul onstage as he picked the microphone up and set his bass down, away from the fight. He looked out into the audience and spotted me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Paul stepped off stage and every girl threw themselves at his body but he managed to slip past them. He stepped into the shadows with me and his sparkling eyes became more clear.
"Hey, Jade, what're you doing here?" he asked with a smile.
"Well, erg..." I looked at my dad and he followed my gaze.
"Oh, is that your father?" I slowly nodded my head. "Oh, um.....that's okay. Not everyone's a fan." Paul noticed that my father's behavior embarrassed me. "D-do you want to go out? Y'know, get something to eat?"
"But what about..."
"No, they wouldn't mind." He gave me a wink and led me out of the club. I noticed a girl following him, Dot. She grabbed his hand and he held tight. I looked up at Paul, who was smiling, and tears filled in my eyes. That was another reason I tagged along, I thought that I might've had a chance to win over Paul's love, but Dot had gotten there first.
I stared closely at their hands and noticed something. Dot had a ring on her finger, they were engaged. I tried harder to hold them back but realised I couldn't.
"You know, Paul, I'm not that hungry..." I turned the other direction and started walking away.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I started getting choked up and I turned red. I was glad he couldn't see me crying. I listened to their footsteps fad and new ones beginning. I looked back and saw my dad coming, blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you, very much." I said, choking up again.
"What are you talking about?"
"Thanks for not stopping me from coming with you...You know what I found out? Paul and his girlfriend...they're...they're engaged." He laughed at me.
"You deserved it. You deserve everything that has ever come to you." I had never cried more in my life.

I continued to cry for hours and hours when we got to the hotel he had checked us into at the last minute. Suprisingly, it was the same one the Beatles were checked into.
"C'mon guys, just listen!" I pressed my ear up to the thin walls and heard Paul speaking.
"Nah, I think we'll go out for drinks instead of listening to that piece of sh*t you call music again," John said. I made a face at him even though he couldn't see me.
"Fine, see if I care," Paul said. I heard the other three boys leave and close the door behind them. Paul sighed.
"Piece of sh*t my a*s," he muttered. Then I heard the distinct sound of a guitar being strummed.
As I write this letter, send my love to you
remember that I'll always be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together,
keep all my love forever, P.S. I love you, you, you, you
Then he broke into something, something beautiful that I had never heard before. It made me stop and think about all the other things I called 'beautiful' and if they deserved that title. It also made me realise there was another half to Paul. There was more than the eneregtic guy bouncing about onstage, he had a soft gentle side to him. I had only known that side for a minute or two and I was already falling for it.
I kept my ear pressed against the wall after the music had stopped, I wanted to know what he was doing. The door opened, then closed, I heard his footsteps in the hall. For some reason I kept my ear against the wall, I didn't want to let go.
"Hey, uh, sorry about the-" I looked up and saw Paul. "Jade?" I quickly took my ear off the wall and started to sweat. He knew I was listening to him. What would happen now?
"I....uh I was just...." I couldn't say I wasn't, he knew I was, but I also couldn't say I was.
"No, you don't have to explain, it's alright. Did....did you, uh, did you like it?"
"Yes, it was very beautiful." I thought we were going to have a moment, a special moment, until he laughed.
"Thanks....John wasn't much help." I looked at the floor with disapointment written all over me. "Hey, what's that cut on my arm?" He walked up to me and held my arm.
"Oh...it's-it's nothing."
"Well it sure looks like something." I winced when he started softly poking at it. "I'm sorry.... May I ask you how you got a cut that deep?" I just shrugged, hoping he would accept that. He did. "Would you mind if I try to fix it up a bit?" I looked at him curiously. "Me mum was a nurse."
"Was? Has she gotten a new job?"
"Well..." He looked down at the ground. "Me mum...me mum sort of died."
"Oh....I'm so sorry. My mum passed away too.... When I was fourteen." His eyes shot up from the floor to mine.
"Really? My mum did too." He smiled weakly and grabbed my hand. "C'mon, I might have something for that cut of yours." He gently pulled me out in the hall and into his room. I couldn't believe it, he was actually holding my hand. His hand felt warm, it made me pleasent inside. "Are you okay?" I looked up and saw Paul looking at me with a smile. "Your face is really red!"
"Oh." I looked at the ground and laughed at myself. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay. Stay right here." He sat me down on what I assumed was his bed. He started digging through his stuff and pulled out a bag. I watched him take out a paper towel and pour a small bit of rubbing alcohol on it. I couldn't help but sigh, he looked so handsome and serious. "Now I'm not gonna lie, this is going to hurt quite a bit." He placed the towel onto my cut and I squeeled in pain. "Shh, shh, I'm sorry. Shh, it's gonna be okay." He concentrated hard on the cut. "Okay, it's looking better." He took out a big bandage and stuck it on my cut softly. Then he kissed it. "I hope it feels better." He turned around and started packing his small amount of medical tools.
"It is now," I whispered, but he didn't hear me.
"So, why did you come down here?" Paul asked.
"Well my dad...."
"Oh, well why'd he come?"
"Oh...." I shrugged. "I-I'm not sure." He nodded, showing me he understood. I saw his eyes on his guitar.
"Can I tell you something?" I nodded with a smile. "You have to promise you won't tell the other guys."
"I promise," I whispered.
"I think I'm the only one fit for show biz. I don't think the other guys will make it." I laughed.
"Really? We-well that's interesting!" He joined in and laughed with me.
"I can really tell you things, can't I?"
"Yeah, you can."
"You can tell me things, too. Like how'd you get that cut?" Paul softly slid his hand over the bandage he kissed. "Will you tell me?"
I though about it, I thought hard. I hadn't planned on telling anyone, not even Mary. But I felt like I could trust him, like he was the only one I could trust.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well....I...I was misbehaving and my dad taught me one of his lessons."
"Wh-what?! By cutting you?!" I nodded with tears filling in my eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He put his arms around me and wrapped me in a hug. "I'll kill that b*stard for you." I giggled, but sobbed into his shirt.
"You're a great friend, Paul. I can really trust you, can't I?"
"Yeah, you can. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

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I just stared out the window as I watched him try to start the car up. That was the first time I was ever glad that old thing didn't start up in time. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and ignored Daniel and Peter's question's. I opened the passenger's seat door and sat myself next to him. This time I wasn't going to be afraid of him.
"What do you think you're doing?" my dad asked.
"I'm going with you. I WON'T let you hurt him so I'm going to monitor you." He rolled his eyes and then got the car started. He looked at my arm and smirked.
"You deserved that." I followed his eyes and covered the cut. I ignored the pain that was seering through my body as I touched it.
We said nothing, or tried to say nothing, through the rest of the long torturous car ride. If he ever randomly threw me a question I'd just nod or shake my head. The ride was long, it felt like years as we stopped to get gas then started again the stopped and started again. I watched the trees and cars go by and I wished I was in one of those other cars.

Finally. It was over. We were in Germany. I didn't know how long the trip took but I knew it was long. My dad started asking everyone everywhere if they knew where Paul McCartney was. They were all pointing him in the right direction and we started getting closer and closer. My stomach lurched when the club got in eye sight. I started sweating buckets and I couldn't believe my bad luck when I saw my dad steaming when he walked into the building.
He took no time to push through the crowds of people and start screaming at him. At first I was happy Paul couldn't hear him over the music only that wasn't enough for my dad, to yell and not be heard. To my suprise, he jumped up onstage and shoved Paul. The chord from his bass fell out of the amp and his microphone fell over. John and George stood next to Paul and started yelling at my father to leave the stage. John took at punch at him when he wouldn't leave and he started puching them back. I got nervous and upset so I slipped into the shadows in the back of the room. I watched Paul onstage as he picked the microphone up and set his bass down, away from the fight. He looked out into the audience and spotted me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Paul stepped off stage and every girl threw themselves at his body but he managed to slip past them. He stepped into the shadows with me and his sparkling eyes became more clear.
"Hey, Jade, what're you doing here?" he asked with a smile.
"Well, erg..." I looked at my dad and he followed my gaze.
"Oh, is that your father?" I slowly nodded my head. "Oh, um.....that's okay. Not everyone's a fan." Paul noticed that my father's behavior embarrassed me. "D-do you want to go out? Y'know, get something to eat?"
"But what about..."
"No, they wouldn't mind." He gave me a wink and led me out of the club. I noticed a girl following him, Dot. She grabbed his hand and he held tight. I looked up at Paul, who was smiling, and tears filled in my eyes. That was another reason I tagged along, I thought that I might've had a chance to win over Paul's love, but Dot had gotten there first.
I stared closely at their hands and noticed something. Dot had a ring on her finger, they were engaged. I tried harder to hold them back but realised I couldn't.
"You know, Paul, I'm not that hungry..." I turned the other direction and started walking away.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I started getting choked up and I turned red. I was glad he couldn't see me crying. I listened to their footsteps fad and new ones beginning. I looked back and saw my dad coming, blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you, very much." I said, choking up again.
"What are you talking about?"
"Thanks for not stopping me from coming with you...You know what I found out? Paul and his girlfriend...they're...they're engaged." He laughed at me.
"You deserved it. You deserve everything that has ever come to you." I had never cried more in my life.

I continued to cry for hours and hours when we got to the hotel he had checked us into at the last minute. Suprisingly, it was the same one the Beatles were checked into.
"C'mon guys, just listen!" I pressed my ear up to the thin walls and heard Paul speaking.
"Nah, I think we'll go out for drinks instead of listening to that piece of sh*t you call music again," John said. I made a face at him even though he couldn't see me.
"Fine, see if I care," Paul said. I heard the other three boys leave and close the door behind them. Paul sighed.
"Piece of sh*t my a*s," he muttered. Then I heard the distinct sound of a guitar being strummed.
As I write this letter, send my love to you
remember that I'll always be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together,
keep all my love forever, P.S. I love you, you, you, you
Then he broke into something, something beautiful that I had never heard before. It made me stop and think about all the other things I called 'beautiful' and if they deserved that title. It also made me realise there was another half to Paul. There was more than the eneregtic guy bouncing about onstage, he had a soft gentle side to him. I had only known that side for a minute or two and I was already falling for it.
I kept my ear pressed against the wall after the music had stopped, I wanted to know what he was doing. The door opened, then closed, I heard his footsteps in the hall. For some reason I kept my ear against the wall, I didn't want to let go.
"Hey, uh, sorry about the-" I looked up and saw Paul. "Jade?" I quickly took my ear off the wall and started to sweat. He knew I was listening to him. What would happen now?
"I....uh I was just...." I couldn't say I wasn't, he knew I was, but I also couldn't say I was.
"No, you don't have to explain, it's alright. Did....did you, uh, did you like it?"
"Yes, it was very beautiful." I thought we were going to have a moment, a special moment, until he laughed.
"Thanks....John wasn't much help." I looked at the floor with disapointment written all over me. "Hey, what's that cut on my arm?" He walked up to me and held my arm.
"Oh...it's-it's nothing."
"Well it sure looks like something." I winced when he started softly poking at it. "I'm sorry.... May I ask you how you got a cut that deep?" I just shrugged, hoping he would accept that. He did. "Would you mind if I try to fix it up a bit?" I looked at him curiously. "Me mum was a nurse."
"Was? Has she gotten a new job?"
"Well..." He looked down at the ground. "Me mum...me mum sort of died."
"Oh....I'm so sorry. My mum passed away too.... When I was fourteen." His eyes shot up from the floor to mine.
"Really? My mum did too." He smiled weakly and grabbed my hand. "C'mon, I might have something for that cut of yours." He gently pulled me out in the hall and into his room. I couldn't believe it, he was actually holding my hand. His hand felt warm, it made me pleasent inside. "Are you okay?" I looked up and saw Paul looking at me with a smile. "Your face is really red!"
"Oh." I looked at the ground and laughed at myself. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay. Stay right here." He sat me down on what I assumed was his bed. He started digging through his stuff and pulled out a bag. I watched him take out a paper towel and pour a small bit of rubbing alcohol on it. I couldn't help but sigh, he looked so handsome and serious. "Now I'm not gonna lie, this is going to hurt quite a bit." He placed the towel onto my cut and I squeeled in pain. "Shh, shh, I'm sorry. Shh, it's gonna be okay." He concentrated hard on the cut. "Okay, it's looking better." He took out a big bandage and stuck it on my cut softly. Then he kissed it. "I hope it feels better." He turned around and started packing his small amount of medical tools.
"It is now," I whispered, but he didn't hear me.
"So, why did you come down here?" Paul asked.
"Well my dad...."
"Oh, well why'd he come?"
"Oh...." I shrugged. "I-I'm not sure." He nodded, showing me he understood. I saw his eyes on his guitar.
"Can I tell you something?" I nodded with a smile. "You have to promise you won't tell the other guys."
"I promise," I whispered.
"I think I'm the only one fit for show biz. I don't think the other guys will make it." I laughed.
"Really? We-well that's interesting!" He joined in and laughed with me.
"I can really tell you things, can't I?"
"Yeah, you can."
"You can tell me things, too. Like how'd you get that cut?" Paul softly slid his hand over the bandage he kissed. "Will you tell me?"
I though about it, I thought hard. I hadn't planned on telling anyone, not even Mary. But I felt like I could trust him, like he was the only one I could trust.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Well....I...I was misbehaving and my dad taught me one of his lessons."
"Wh-what?! By cutting you?!" I nodded with tears filling in my eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He put his arms around me and wrapped me in a hug. "I'll kill that b*stard for you." I giggled, but sobbed into his shirt.
"You're a great friend, Paul. I can really trust you, can't I?"
"Yeah, you can. I won't tell anyone. I promise."