I gasp and try to hush my sister, but by the look on Paul's face, I can tell that he heard.
Apparently, my mother heard too.
"So, how old are you exactly, Paul?"
"Thirty eight, ma'am. My thirty ninth is in about a month."
"So almost sixteen years, then."
"Mum—"
"You know, I'm not much older than you." She raises an eyebrow at Paul, who looks like he wants to die.
"Mum, you act like we're dating or something!" I exclaim.
"Well, aren't you?"
"No, Mum. We're just friends—" I stop myself with a gasp.
Did I seriously just—
Stupid! Fucking stupid!
I immediately look over at Paul, silently begging him to understand that I just fucked up. Big time.
It's useless.
He has the most crestfallen expression on his face that I've ever seen.
I'm listening to Don't Stop Believin' and I fuckin lose my shit whenever this comes on omfg
My school: *puts on an '80s concert*
Stage: lol nope *collapses*
It's forever a joke at my school now and it's fucking great :'D
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
