Lolita (Beatles fanfic)

Chapter 2: Sugar

"Dammit, John! I know! Just leave me in peace."

"Peace?" He chuckled to himself lowly.

"Peace, you ask for of but yet the girl next door would never be able to get peace with you constantly stalking the poor thing."

I ignored his obnoxious teasing and straightened my tie.

"I'm just saying Paul, you need to find a job soon."

"I know that."

And I did know it, but with her next door distractions were more than likely playing at my brain.

"No need to be cocky."

"No need to be in my house."

"Fine then. Goodbye, Paul. I'll be sure to say hi to your little friend before I do!"

Before I could say another word he slammed the door shut.

I raced toward the window and watched as he approached she who sat on the front steps of her house.

How dare he!

I listened from the window what he had said.

"Excuse me, do you happen to know where the park would be, miss?"

I opened the curtain a bit and he looked at me and smirked and winked.

"Yeah I was just going there actually."

"Splendid, you can walk me there."

I rolled my eyes and looked at him with complete hate and anger. How dare he do this, how dare!

I walked outside in a rush and grabbed John by the arm.

"John, we have that meeting, remember?"

"It's been cancelled, remember?"

He was doing this on purpose and it was angering me more than anything.

"Well it's been rescheduled."

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It had been a few days since I had last seen her. I decided maybe it was time for me to get a job.

But first I needed tea.

I got up from bed and grabbed a tea cup from the cabinet.

Just as I was about to start it, I realize I didn't have sugar.

"Great." I sighed.

I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair.

I need sugar.

I looked up and saw her in her window.

"Maybe she's got some."

I put on a pair of shoes and pants and walked over to her house.

I knocked on the door bell calmly before it opened.

It was her.

I had never actually seen her this close up before.

She was even more mesmerizing and beautiful than I had ever expected. I couldn't have even dreamed about how marvelous she looked.

She wasn't even like all the other girls. She wore no makeup, she wore no dresses nor skirts.

In fact her hair looked like a mess but it didn't matter, she was beautiful and so different from them all.

"What do you want?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her sudden ask.

Before I could answer her a voice from inside came from
Behind her.

"Lolita, I've told you to use your manners!"

An older woman around age 30, just like myself, pushed her out of the way and looked at me with a smile.

"I'm sorry, she has no manners when it comes to anyone."

I smiled and shook my head.

"Did you need something, sir?" She asked.

"Oh yes, I was wondering if you had any sugar?"

"Oh yes! Come on in and I'll get you some."

I stepped inside and the house was a mess.

Lots of clothes, shoes and socks were everywhere. All of which probably belonging to Lolita.

"Sorry about the mess, she never cleans up after herself!"

So I was right, it was all hers.

"Well, I'll be right back with your sugar. In the meantime you can sit down wherever you'd like."

As she disappeared through a door, I looked around and picked up a little black shoe.

"Hey, that's mine."

I dropped the shoe in sudden excitement.

"Why- I-I, yes. It was- was on the couch so I couldn't sit down."

She cracked a smile at me.

"You talk funny."

I smiled back.

"Well I'm not from here."

"Where are you from?" She plopped down on the couch and looked at me.

Her eyes mesmerized me so graciously, I almost forgot she was real.

"England."

"Really?" She asked amazed.

I nodded and sat down in front of her.

"What's your name?" She asked, sitting beside me.

"I'm Paul."

"Lolita."

"That's a very pretty name."

"I know."

I raised an eye brow at her.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Seventeen, how about you?"

"30."

"Lolita, leave that poor man alone." Her mother entered with a bag of sugar.

"I'm terribly sorry, she's filled with amazement."

The mother sat down beside me as Lolita rushed up the stairs.

"That's quite alright. The more amazed the more to know."

She laughed and nodded.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around before?"

"Oh, I'm new here, Im Paul McCartney."

I shook her hand.

"Charlotte Hays, nice to meet you."

"What is that you do, Mr. McCartney?"

"Oh please, call me Paul. I teach English literature and give piano lessons."

"Piano lessons? I've been meaning to get a teacher for Lo but haven't had the money. All these people around here charge too much."

"I'll do it! For free."

"Oh I couldn't do that to you."

"Oh please, I insist."

"Well, she does need something to do. Thank you so much!"

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