“I mean I’m loaded. That was one of those things I needed to tell you” she hiccupped and giggled
George snorted with laughter and looked at Paul “D’you know what the fuck she’s on about”
Paul shrugged “No, mate”
“No” Gabrielle sighed “I mean, remember the mad aunt from Windsor and that whole thing?”
“Yeah” George said cautiously
“What Aunt?” asked Paul
“The one in Windsor” Gabrielle explained “She’s me mum’s sister…. Or was or whatever the fuck that makes her now that me mum is dead. I dunno. But, she’s loaded. I’m her heir”
“Oh” Paul quirked his eyebrows up “Is she dying?”
“No” Gabrielle sighed “She sounded fine. She’s the one” hiccup “Who’s sendin me to New York.”
Paul sighed “I wish I had me an Auntie who was loaded”
“Oh” Gabrielle sputtered with high pitched laughter “No you bloody don’t. She’s been a fucking pain about me parents forever. And god, they nearly split up over it. I nearly ended up going to that posh school down south and then coming home to Mumsey and Auntie in the summers. Me Mum wasn’t having it though.”
Paul looked at George “What’s this?”
George shrugged “I dunno. It’s complicated. I guess her mum’s the only sister and the money went to this Aunt. Then Mrs. Gallagher married Mr. Gallagher and she was sort of, exiled or something”
“Oh” Paul nodded as if he understood “That’s too bad.”
“Well, when she kicks it I’m going to be fucking rich” Gabrielle sighed “I flipped out when she told me and even called a fucking lawyer”
“Good call” Paul murmured
“Yeah I know, for some reason I don’t think it’ll be as easy as just getting the money. Loads of People are probably after it. I don’t care though I-woah!” She tripped on a crack in the pavement and started forward. George caught her and she started giggling so hard she was shaking.
“I’m sorry, thank you George” she mumbled hugging him and burring her face in his shoulder”
“It’s all right” he rolled his eyes and looked at Paul. The older Beatle shook his head and turned around to take over helping her walk.
“I’m really not that sloshed” She told him earnestly “I mean, not really in that sense. Not like the time we-”
“Gabby” Paul interrupted her quickly “What d’you think about our er… hair”
She blinked for a moment and then giggled “Ooh yeah, sorry about that” she cleared her throat “I mean, you’re hair? Dead Sexy Paulie”
“Birds seem to go for it” George nodded
“Yeah if we shake them and stuff, hey?” Paul agreed
Gabrielle groaned as the reached the street on which she and George lived “Oh god, Me Auntie Pru is still here”
“Oh, that’s going to be hell on wheels” George chuckled
“who’s this?” asked Paul
“Auntie Pru. Different Aunt. The one that never got married and likes gossiping”
“Oh aye, I have one of those” Paul grinned “Tries to set you up with someone every time you see them”
“Yes.” Gabrielle sneered “Ugh, this time it was George”
“Hah” Paul laughed
“I managed to get away” George sighed
Gabrielle leaned against Paul’s side and wrapped her arms firmly around his waist “She wants me to baby-sit for thousands of kids or something like that. I’m trying to figure out how to make her forget about it”
“You’ll be pushed into it one way or another” said George
“I know” she groaned
George tapped Paul on the shoulder “Make sure she gets into her house ok, mate, yeah?”
“Yeah” Paul agreed
“Bye Gabs, see you round” said George, he saluted them and went through his fence.
Gabrielle sighed once he was gone “I can’t believe I nearly said that”
“Me either” Paul laughed “Telling him we fucked would not be a good idea”
“I don’t think it would” she shook her head and pulled away from Paul. Talking about the whole We-shagged-thingie and putting her arms round him at the same time was oddly strange.
Paul watched her pull away and walk towards her house. “Don’t be like that” he sighed
She turned around and plastered a false surprise look of her face “Like what?”
“Like that” he said and reached behind her to unlatch the gate. She leaned away from his arm, sidestepping him and sliding through the gate. Paul blew air through his teeth and shook his head.
“I’m not doing anything” she murmured and cocked her head to the side, smiling sweetly up at him.
“You know” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face “You are far too good looking for yer own good”
“So are you” she countered and turned around to go up into her house. Paul followed, closing the gate behind him and trailing after her up the porch steps.
“What’s that supposed to mean then?”
She groaned “You just are!”
He frowned “Too good looking for my own good?”
“Yes!” she fumbled through her purse, trying deftly not to look at him and trying to find her key at the same time.
Paul watched her for a bit. Pursing his lips and trying to decide what to do. What *did* she mean by that. She couldn’t mean what he did. That she wanted to shag him every time she looked at him. Because that didn’t make sense. Not at all. Pete was the good looking one the birds went after. Paul was the side kick with the nice eyes. Had that suddenly changed, he wondered.
Was it possible that she was lusting after him like he was for her?
Because that idea made him want to kiss her even more.
He had her key, she wasn’t going to find it in there. He dangled it in front of her face “Gabby” he murmured
She looked up, her brilliant green eyes looked drowsy and unfocused but they still sparkled with that certain something that was just Gabby. Her eyes went from the keys to Paul’s face. She licked her lips and said “I’m sorry. I know it’s daft. I just… I dunno… it’s weird, this”
Paul lowered the keys but his eyes never left hers.
Gabrielle was silently cursing whatever god gave him those eyes. They were far, far, far too nice looking. He was far to nice looking. And the thing that just made it worse was it was a purely physical attraction because really, she did love Paul as a really close friend and nothing more. A really close friend that induced an odd hormonal reaction in her.
“I-”
He cut her off “I’m going to kiss you” he told her
“Erm, ok” she shrugged “I think-”
He cut her off again. With his lips this time. Soft and pliable against hers. Without realizing it she clamped her hands onto his arms and pulled him closer. He tested her lips with his tongue, letting it slide along her bottom lip slowly and testingly. Gabrielle made a half whimpering sound.
This was wrong. Very very wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. This wasn’t right. Her mental self tried to pull away from Paul but her physical self clutched him closer. Paul’s tongue slid into her mouth and pulsed against hers. His hands wandered to her back and his fingers tested the edge of her sweater.
Get off him! Something was screaming in the back off her mind. She shut it out and brought her head down to allow him farther access to her mouth.
And then the door clicked as the latch was undone on the inside.
Paul gasped and jerked his head away.
“Gonna be ok, then Gabby” he said loudly
She blinked and stumbled backwards as he let go of her and pulled away. “I- yes Paul I’m going to be fine”
The door opened and light flooded the porch.
FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck…..
Her mind seemed to chant his over and over again. She squinted to see who it was since light was a new change to the dark Liverpool streets.
“Well then” Paul was saying “If you’ll be all right, I’ll just be going”
“Gabrielle?” Auntie Pru. Blast her. Or maybe thank god for her. She could have stopped them from having sex on the front porch. Would she have done that? No. That’s absurd. No. Maybe. God I’m a tart, she thought.
“Er… yes Auntie?”
“Good Lord girl, it’s nearly nine?”
“Oh yes, that is late, I’ll be going” Paul said, almost sarcastically as he turned around.
“Hang on” said Pru “Who’re you?”
“Paul” he said blandly “Paul McCartney”
“My friend” Said Gabrielle quickly, she chewed on her lips, hoping they weren’t swollen and pink from the furious snogging. She tried to look at Paul’s but that might be a bit obvious.
“McCartney?” asked Pru, realization dawning on her face “Oh you’re Jim McCartney’s son!”
“er...Yes” Paul looked traumatized as he tried to back down the steps
“My, my Gabby, That Jim McCartney is quite a looker” she giggled “And so is his son it would appear”
“Uh… Ta” muttered Paul
“I thought you were single Gabby?”
She blanched “I am! He’s my *mate*”
“Oh sure” Pru winked “I wouldn’t let this one go. He’s as cute as little Georgie Harrison” Paul snorted with laughter but covered it up with a coughing fit “In fact!” Pru said, her eyes going big “You’ve got that same bloody hair cut as him! Is no one cutting their hair these days”
“Paul and George are in the same band, Auntie Pru” Gabrielle explained “But he really needs to get home being it is so late at Nine o’clock and all”
“Yes” said Paul “I must go…” he looked at Gabrielle and smiled “Bye Gabby”
She gave him a little wave “Bye Paulie”
He nodded and backed down the steps and then practically ran once he was out of the gate.
Pru looked at Gabrielle “So” she said “Are you *sure* you’re just friends with all of these lads?”
“yes!” Gabrielle exclaimed and pushed her way into the house. She wanted to get upstairs and get to bed before anyone could tell she been out on the piss “But I’m tired” she started for the stairs
“Are you sure?” Pru called after her
“Yes!” Gabrielle said without turning around
“Really sure”
“*YES! Just mates!”