After hanging up with Linda (who, admittedly, isn't a big threat like I thought she'd be), I hurry out of the house and go over to Paul's.
For once, his door is locked. I have no idea whether to take it as a good or bad sign, so I begin to pound on the door with my fists.
Much to my relief, Paul opens the door minutes later, looking completely unharmed.
"Oh thank God! Thank God!" I throw myself at him. Startled, he stumbles back, but wraps his arms around me comfortingly.
"What's wrong?!" he demands. I hadn't even realized I'd been crying, until I pull away from his hold and notice tear stains on his shirt.
"N-Nothing. N-Nothing's wrong."
"Este—"
"Shut up. Just shut up, okay?" I press my lips to his, silencing him. "I love you. I love you s-so much."
Almost contemplated making Linda become a villain, but nah. She's my favorite of the wives.
PS: there's a pattern to these stories! See if you can figure it out ;) (I know one of you knows because I've told you sooooo don't spoil it for everyone else ;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...
