| To Be Desired Chapter 11 I broke the kiss for air and looked at the horses. I was a bit overwhelmed. Paul McCartney liked me! I breathed deeply and looked back at him. He was smiling. �What?� I asked smiling back. �Nothing� he said kissing me again. I ran my hands through his hair. I always wanted to do that, he had pretty hair. �Messing up my hair?� He asked jokingly, looking up. �yup� I said. He had soft hair. I was playing with his hair lol it was fun. �You having fun?� he joked. I laughed. �I used to play with my brother�s hair� I said. �He used to ask if it looked OK.� I added remembering. He put his arm around me. �There were always concert clips of you with messed up hair� I said laughing. �We used to joke around saying before you went on, the guy would be all � You�re on in 5 seconds� and mess your hair up� I said laughing. �Me with messy hair?� he asked. �Oh, yeah� I said. He shook his head and laughed. �I really don�t want to see that� he said. �Good, cos I can�t show you� I said. �well, that works out� he said. I laughed. �Doesn�t it though?� I said. I looked down at the bracelet. He looked at his watch. �We should get going� He said standing up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I untied the horses and swung up onto mine. I waited for Paul, then we rode side by side back down the trail. It was silent for a while. �So, You really think I�m sexy?� He asked. I laughed. I stood up in the stirrups and turned my face to the sky. �Paul McCartney is fucking hot!� I shouted. �Is that better?� I asked sitting down. And then I burst out laughing. He started laughing too. �Much� He said. We rode back and stopped by the barn. We swung off and tied our horses. We un-tacked them and groomed them. I put Rampage back in his stall. I leaned on the door looking at him. He was looking at me too. �You were a great horse� I said to him stroking him between the eyes. He closed them and blew out through his nose. I pat his muzzle. Paul came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. �Come on� he said. I kissed Rampage on the nose. �Goodbye� I said softly. I turned around to Paul. �Let�s go� I said. We held hands as we walked to the car. �What time is it?� I asked. �two� He said looking at his watch. �Two?!?� I said. �I know� he said. �Amazing isn�t it?� He added. I nodded. We got in the car and drove back to town. �You hungry?� he asked again. �Yeah� I said. �Great, I�m starving, What do you want?� He asked. �Pizza� I said with my fiendish giggle. �I Love Pizza� I explained. �OK, pizza it is� he said laughing. We stopped at a pizza place on the way home. He put on a baseball hat and sunglasses. �How do I look?� He asked. �So un-beately it�s scary� I said sarcastically. �That obvious?� He asked. I nodded. He threw the hat into the back seat. �OK, Let�s go� he said. Luckily there was barley anyone in there. We sat down. We had a great conversation over pizza. He told me all about his family and his life kind of, we went back and forth with stories. Some of his were very funny. �Shit� He said as he glanced at his watch. It seemed like we were only there about 30 minutes. It had actually been a little over an hour. He threw a ten on the table. Which I thought was a bit cheap until I remembered this was the sixties and was really much more than needed to be paid. We left quickly. Paul pushed the gas pedal hard. very fast. �If you kill us, I�m going to kill you� I said. He smiled and slowed down. �Wouldn�t want that to happen.� He said. We made it back not only very quickly but also in one piece. We parked behind the hotel again and walked through the entrance. We stood in the elevator and watched the dial hit every number until we came to our floor. We stepped out and Paul opened the door with his key. We walked in. All the Beatles were sitting around the couch with Brian standing in the middle with his hands behind his back. His forehead creased in thought. Everyone looked up. I could feel Paul cringe I stepped back and slid behind him. �There you are� He said walking over to him. �Yup� Paul said. �Its me...And I�m here.� He said sarcastically. I laughed then bit my lip as the silence proceeded. That was something I would have said...with a much more sarcastic tone but...he was learning lol. I played with the hem in the back of Paul�s shirt. �You�re late� Brian said. �no duh� I whispered. �Thanks for reminding us, we had no idea� I said louder stepping out from behind Paul. Brian�s eyes shot to me. �I-� Paul started. �It was my fault� I said. Brian�s eyes focused on me. �You�ve been nothing but trouble since you�ve been here� Brian said. This must be one of those fits he goes into if everything isn�t perfect. I widened my eyes and looked at him. �No-� Paul started. � Want me to leave then?� I asked. �No� Paul said quickly. I looked at Brian. �If anyone has been a problem it�s you� I said. He looked at me. �Paul is late, yeah we know, now get over it you can�t change it and standing here yelling at him is just making him later� I said pushing Paul towards his door. �You get dressed� I said �You take a chill pill� I said to Brian. �And now we sit and wait for him to come back.� I said sitting on the couch. Brian looked angry He walked to the other side of the room as Paul went back to get dressed. �What did you do?� John asked. �Hmm?� I asked. �Why were you late?� he rephrased it. I shrugged. �It wasn�t really my fault.� I said. �It wasn�t even Paul�s We just weren�t paying attention.� I said. �I didn�t even know you were going anywhere, I thought it was your day off� I added. �Day off has a different definition here� John said with bitterness. I nodded. How sad. I fiddled with the clasp on my bracelet. �What�s that?� John asked. I smiled. �It was Paul�s he gave it to me.� I said. �Why?� He asked. �When he asked me to be his girlfriend� I said smiling wider. John had this look on his face. But before I could ask what was wrong Paul came waltzing (not really waltzing but walking has absolutely no flare) out of the room buttoning his shirt. �Let�s go� He said. Everyone got up and walked out the door. I followed Paul through the door and into the elevator. He stuffed his shirt in his pants and checked his hair in the shinyish back on the elevator. �Can�t have any more pictures of me with messed up hair floating about� he said. I laughed. �no, never� I said. No one else seemed to get it. Paul grabbed my hand. Ringo and George were talking and John was staring into space. He noticed we were holding hands and looked at me. I gave him back a confused look. What was his problem? Just then the elevator dinged open and we walked down the corridor towards what I guessed was the room the press conference was being held. �what is this?� Brian asked. stopping Paul. I felt him squeeze my hand as everyone stopped. �No� Brian said. �why?� Paul asked. �There are dozens of reporters in there� He said. �With cameras� He added. �Taking pictures� He added. �That�s usually what cameras do, yes� I said. Brian looked at me. I sighed. �Am I causing you problems again?� I asked defensively. �Yes� Brian said snottily. �Terribly sorry� I said as sarcastically as I could manage. I tried to let go of Paul�s hand but he wouldn�t let go. �Why?� Paul asked. �Because they still think Jane Asher is your girlfriend.� Brian said. I shivered a bit. I forgot about her. �Well, why can�t we just tell them the truth?� Paul asked. I breathed out in relief. �Ooo� I raised my had. �I know this one� I said. �Bad publicity� I said to Paul. �The reason he didn�t want me to come in the first place, remember?� I added. �How is that bad publicity?� Paul asked. �You were engaged to her� Brian said. �Yeah, I know� Paul said sarcastically. �You can�t just do that� Brian said. �I already did� Paul said raising his voice a bit. I knew he was getting tired of this...probably more that I was. �Well, they can�t know that� Brian said. Paul looked confused and mad. �Then what am I supposed to do?� Paul asked. �Pretend we got married, Had five kids and live in a cottage in England??� Paul asked. �No� Brian said. �You have to wait� He explained. Paul shook his head �whatever.� He said. �You just can�t tell them yet.� Brian said almost pleading. Paul looked at me. I smiled. I didn�t want him to feel bad. He sighed. �Alright� He said reluctantly. �Aren�t you like really late?� I asked. Everyone started walking towards the door. I stopped. Paul turned around. �What?� he asked. �I�m going to stay here� I said. �No, Come in� He said. I shook my head. �There are too many cameras� I quoted sarcastically. �Don�t listen to him.� Paul said. �Like I would� I said. �It�s OK I�ll just stay here.� I said. �You sure?� Paul asked. I nodded. He kissed me. �Sorry� He said softly. �It�s OK� I said. He followed them back through the door. I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my elbows on them. I laid my head on my arms and sighed. This was a bit of a mess. The whole worlds gone crazy. A while later I heard the door open. �God, I hate reporters� I heard John say. �What�s wrong?� I heard as I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Paul. I took a deep breath and smiled pulling my head up. �Nothing� I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We walked down the hall to the elevator hand in hand. I bent my elbow so it was perpendicular to my body and looked at our hands together. It looked so good it may sound crazy but they did. I just kept staring at them. Paul looked at me strangely. I laughed and let our hands fall back down to our sides. We all walked into the elevator. They were all talking about some reporter who said something...I don�t know I wasn�t really listening. We made it to our suite and everyone fell onto the furniture. I sat on the floor then got back up remembering I was still in horse boots and old clothes lol. I put on black sweat shorts and a gray tank top. I put my hair into a higher ponytail bunish thing (you know where you put in a ponytail but on the last time you put the rubber band around you don�t pull the hair out all the way so yeah it�s kind of a bun). I realized that my image was blurry in the mirror. I went and got my glasses from my purse and put them on. They had thick frames, well they weren�t like the wire ones but they weren�t as thick as buddy holly�s glasses they were thin plastic framed ones...like a fake tortoiseshell frame. The lenses were somewhat rectangular not completely but you know not round lol. (yes complicated, if you don�t understand I don�t blame you). I changed my long boot socks with very short socks (just below my ankle) I normally wear. I walked towards the door and then on second thought went back and grabbed my sketchbook and pencil and took also my other supplies. I went back out to where they were lazing about watching TV. I sat down on the floor as there was nowhere else to sit. �You wear glasses?� John asked when he saw me. �Very good, John� I said slowly. �No, I didn�t know� He said. �Of course you didn�t, I�ve never worn them around you before� I said. �I wear glasses too� He said. I nodded. �I know� I said. �Like Buddy Holly� I added. He looked at me and nodded. �Why don�t you wear them?� John asked. �Because I�m shortsighted and I can read books and things without them so I usually only wear them when I need to see things far away.� I said. He nodded. �I�m short sighted too, Just more so than you� He said. I nodded and laughed. �You can�t even see the first row of seats from the stage.� I said laughing. He looked at me. �I heard you guys look at the first row and say who you think was the best looking girl after the show except for John cos he can�t see them.� I said laughing again. He glared at me. I laughed harder then bit my lip and looked down. I looked back up he was still glaring at me. �Why don�t you just wear them?� I asked. �Cos I look like a twit� He said. �Oh, But you are a twit� I replied laughing. He glared once again. �You walked right into that, you know� I said simply. �Are you really that vain, Narcissus?� I asked. �Narcissus?� He said. I nodded. �greek mythology have you not heard the story?� I asked. He shook his head. �OK� I started. �Narcissus was this really vain guy ::cough:: and all the nymphs adored him but he didn�t like them because he didn�t like how they looked. He had no love and one day he stopped to take a drink in a lake. When he bent down and saw his reflection in the water, he fell in love with it thinking it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He stayed there in love with his image in the water and pined away for it until he died. The nymphs were going to burn his body but they couldn�t find it. In it�s place was a flower which bares his name.� I finished. He shook his head. �I�m not like that!� he said. I laughed. �Sure you are� I said. �You wouldn�t let them print the pictures of you with your hair off your forehead, when you were water skiing� I said. He shrugged. I laughed. �No, Of course you aren�t like that� I said. I looked at the screen. A soccer game...or actually a football game in English. I can�t believe guys watch this crap. They are very annoying...especially when your dad is watching Football and says he�ll do something for you after the game and it goes into overtime and the way they have it five minutes left in the game turns into twenty minutes some how. Yeah. I walked to where Paul was sitting. �Are you watching this?� I asked. He shook his head. �Why?� He asked. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. I walked him to the table in the back of the room. He sat down and I sat down next to him. I held his hand and set them on the table. I adjusted them so they looked perfect. �Don�t move you�re hand.� I said softly. �OK� He said. I drew all the lines of our hands (and down our arms a bit) and my bracelet. I finished and looked at it. �Does that look right?� I asked Paul. He nodded. I started to do the shading and used my blending stick. When I finished I looked at it closely. It looked right. It kind of symbolized �us� I think. I cleaned it up with the eraser and showed it to Paul. He smiled. �I like it� he said taking it from me and looking at it. I pulled my hand away it was hot and sweaty on the palm. I wiped it on my shorts and blew on it. �It�s very good� he said turning it towards the window more, the room had bad lighting. I signed it and closed the book. �Thank you� I said. �Your welcome� He said taking my hand and pulling me up from my chair. I stood up next him and he pulled my in his lap. I put my arm around his neck and we kissed. He slid his arm around my waist where my shirt was riding up. I shivered and flinched away from his hand. It tickled. He ran his finger up and down my side. I wiggled away and started giggling. �Ticklish?� He asked with that grin. I bit my lip to stop from laughing and shook my head. �I think you are.� He said. I shook my head again. He started tickling my sides. I squirmed away and started laughing. He kept tickling me, bad him. I struggled to get away because I was laughing so much I couldn�t breathe. I squirmed away and fell off his lap onto the floor with a thud. I burst out laughing, trying to catch my breath at the same time. I pushed my head up a bit to look directly behind me to where all the Beatles were staring at us. I burst out laughing again then clamped my hand over my mouth to stop. I started laughing again and laughed until my stomach hurt. I finally stopped and stood up. Everyone was still looking at us. I giggled and waved. Paul was laughing too. They all looked back to the exciting game. Paul stood up and walked me toward the couch. He sat down next to John In the empty spot and pulled me back onto his lap. I sat sideways on him, So my back was against the armrest and My feet were next to John�s leg, with one arm around his neck. I watched the commercials... those were interesting sixties commercials it was kind of cool they were so different they were funny. It was the game that was dirt boring. I fell asleep after about 20 minutes of that. I woke up when Paul set me on my bed. I kept my arms tight around his neck. He put his hands on my lower arms and leaned down and kissed me, I kissed him back. �Go back to sleep.� He whispered pulling back. I looked at him. He kissed me on the forehead. �Goodnight� He said standing upright. �G�night� I said pulling the covers out from under me and wrapping my body around with them. I sank my head back into the pillow as I heard the door shut and I soon fell asleep. Chapter 12 Home This is copyrighted by Sarah Lucey and can not be reproduced in any way without permission. Permission may be obtained by email. |
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