We've been back at my house for a few hours. Since he's been cleared, Paul has begun packing up his stuff so he can go home.
As I watch Paul repack his things, a thought keeps nagging at my mind. Nervousness takes over me, to the point where I have to ask the question, or else it'll eat me alive.
"Paul?"
"Yes, dear?" He shoots me a quizzical look.
"Would you...would you, um, wanna do anything for...your birthday?"
Have I ever shown you guys the picture of me in New Orleans? I went there over winter break and we got a picture with a jazz band that was playing When The Saints Go Marching In. It was pretty damn cool 😊
If not, I'll upload it next chapter!
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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...
