"I've been waiting for you," Paul said.
Many things were running through my head. Did he know that I was going to come back to him? Was this all planned? Standing there with my mouth agape, I studied his eyes for answers.
Seeing my shock and confusion he qualified his statement "I've been waiting for you to stop talking to George. So I could dance with you"
I suddenly felt foolish. I thought he was talking about waiting for me to come back to him. I was so flustered I didn't know what to say, so I mustered an "Oh".
We danced a couple more seconds in silence until I finally had the courage to speak again. I looked into his eyes and said, "I am glad you asked me to dance."
He just grinned and pulled me a little closer. I rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed to the music. His hand was lazily stroking the small of my back, and my mind was centered on thoughts of him and him alone.
When the song ended I didn't want to let go of him, but I reluctantly pulled away from him. "Thank you for the dance, Paul" I said, my eyes imploring him to ask me for another dance.
"Would you�" he got out before being shoved out of the way by John Lennon.
"Move over Macca, I want to dance with the American bird" he said, grabbing me and pulling me towards the center of the dance floor. As I was being pulled away, I gave and apologetic look to Paul. He just shrugged and smiled, before moving away to where I couldn't see him.
My first instinct was to be mad at John for pulling me away from Paul, but soon he had me in hysterics and I forgave him. It was a fast song we were dancing to, and just let me say he was not the best dancer. However, he made up for it my dancing around like a fool.
"What's your name again? I didn't quite catch it in the car, or I could just keep calling you that American bird if you want" he said, jumping around in front of me.
"It's Anne with an E" I replied, laughing at his antics.
"Ooh, with an E! Are sure it's not with an A? So how do you pronounce your name Enne?" He said my name coming out sounding like the letter n.
"No, no the E is at the end A-N-N-E"
"Oh, I knew that, luv. I was just kidding you," He said winking at me and continuing his ridiculous dancing.
I was having so much fun dancing with him, I almost regretted when the song ended. I instantly looked for Paul, but I couldn't see him.
"So you like our Paulie, eh," asked John, drawing my attention back to him.
I blushed and hesitantly nodded. "Is it that obvious?" I asked sheepishly.
"No, it's just that he was staring at you the whole time we were dancing." He said pointing behind me. I turned and saw that indeed Paul was looking in this direction. When he noticed I was looking back at him, he turned back to the guy he was talking to.
"He was?" I said, smiling in pleasure.
"Yeah, and I bet if I don't let you go, he is going to give me an right yelling at." He said pushing me towards Paul.
I walked uneasily towards Paul who was now talking to George. As I approached them, they turned their attention towards me.
"Hello Anne. I see you've danced with Lennon and Macca here, now it's my turn" George said approaching me.
"No you don't, Harrison" Paul said, stepping in front of him and taking my hand. I wouldn't have minded dancing with George, but I was extremely happy that Paul wanted to dance with me again.
Paul led me out onto the dance floor, this time we were dancing to a fast song.
"You just couldn't wait to get your hands on me again, could you?" I asked him, smiling beguilingly at him.
"What about you, you tart? You were staring at me from across the room when you were dancing with me best mate, no doubt." He said smiling cheekily at me.
"I beg to differ. John told me you were staring at me the entire time we were dancing."
"I wasn't staring at you, I was staring at John. Now that is a nice looking bloke," he replied, smiling in a way that I knew he was joking.
Our banter was very comfortable, like we had been doing it forever. We danced and talked for three more songs, until we came to an uncomfortable topic.
"So, do you have any boyfriends waiting for you back in America?" he asked slyly.
"Um�No, not exactly" I replied as truthfully as I could. There was a guy that I dated occasionally back home, but in this time, he wasn't even born yet.
"That's gear," he said, smiling at me.
I was lost in his smile, but then I remembered that he did have a girlfriend. He had asked if I had a boyfriend, but he had not even mentioned his girlfriend.
"How about you?" I asked him.
He feigned ignorance "What do you mean, what about me?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked more plainly.
He hesitated, and I knew I was either about to be lied to, or given a big excuse.
"Um. Yeah, I do have a girlfriend. Her name is Dot, and she is really nice. But, I've been thinking about breaking up with her." He said looking at me to see how I was taking his excuse.
I was not buying it. "Why do you want to break up with her?" I asked, giving him my don't bullshit me face.
He visibly swallowed, and I almost laughed at his expression. "Well like I said she's really sweet and pretty and all, but that's it. It's like I can't really talk to her about real things, you know?"
Actually, I did, but I couldn't let him off that easy. "Well then, why haven't you broken up with her yet?"
"I don't know, I just don't want to hurt her," he said sincerely.
I almost gave into his pleading looks right then, but if he thought that I was okay with him walking over other girls like that, then what would he do to me?
"Your gonna hurt her more if you just string her along."
I could tell he did not like how this conversation was going. Just then, George walked by and I stopped him.
"Well I usually don't dance the entire night with guys who have girlfriends, so I'll just dance with George here," I said, pulling on George and walking away from Paul.
