Paul's asleep. He spent the night in tears, but was finally able to settle down enough to fall into a something of a slumber.
I smile down at him as I play with his hair. I've found that it's quite funny to watch him sleep. He, apparently, finds the sheets to be too itchy and uncomfortable, often mumbling about it in the midst of his soft snoring.
I don't think I've seen him this peaceful since I've known him.
I continue to play with his hair, twirling a strand around my finger before returning it to its rightful position behind his ear. I try to focus my attention on him, but my mind keeps bouncing back to...other things.
Am I starting to have feelings for him?
And if I am...is it wrong to love somebody who's nearly sixteen years my senior?
Does anyone know of any good recipes that call for fresh vegetables? I love fresh vegetables—especially broccoli and radishes—but I can't stand when they're cooked and warm and blehhh (except, of course, for potatos and corn 😂).
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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...
