Ok I'm sorry for the confusion, I wish I'd written it earlier, but time and everything, anyway...here is the second part of the 2nd chapter...I'll start with the last paragraph...I hope it's not to confusing.
Paul leaned his head back slowly closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into another land. Where his hypocritical self sat on a plane with one of the most interesting ladies, he had ever met, or so it seemed, at that moment…
Paul jokingly strutted to his first class seat on the great PANAM Airways.
“Sit down ya twit.” John appeared right in front of him, giving his usual cheeky smile.
“Ah come off it.” I was caught up in the moment.”
“You’d think he’s gotten used to this bit of it, eh?” George appeared from the behind the curtain.
“What’s all the fussin’ about?” Ringo walked in behind George, “Gum?” He offered each a piece of gum, however, all refused.
“It’s getting to Paul, y’know, all this mess.” George answered while refusing a piece.
“Shut it, it’s not getting to me.” Paul did a horrible impersonation of George with the last three lines of his sentence.
“Pathetic, eh?” John said casually, looking around the plane. “What’s up then?” He finally fixed his eyes on Paul.
Paul tilted his head, gave a slight smile and nodded in the direction of a girl, who’s only focus was a Romance Novel.
“Wow, look at that bird, blonde, just your type, eh?” John joked.
“Yes.” Paul said immediately.
“Jane..” Ringo replied to his definite response.
Paul quickly cut him off, “is not my wife.” Unintentionally his head turn towards John. “Well she’s obviously a romantic, and I do come off as the cute/romantic Beatle, aye.
“Just be back when you’re done.” George was becoming less and less interested in Paul’s ‘affairs’.
Paul stood up, wiped the creases out of his pants and walked from his comfortable, reclining, first class seat, to the vacant coach seat, next to his next flavor of the month.
“Ello, love, I’m Paul McCartney,” he says stretching a hand out.
The unknown girl giggled. “I know who you are, obviously, but nice to meet you Mr. McCartney, I’m Melinda.” She put the book down and stared into his eyes.
“Hel- Hel- Hello Melinda.” Paul couldn’t focus on anything but her eyes. “But please, just call me Paul, really, Mr. McCartney sounds like my father.” Paul finally said dreamily.
“Well Paul, I don’t know why you are here, but it was nice to meet you. I’m sorry to say that I am not a crazed fan. But I do adore your music. It’s very soothing. Your voice especially, always makes me happy.” Melinda tried to start a conversation, with the very well-known unknown man.
Paul froze up, which was particularly unusual considering his assumed charm.
“Err, Well, right,” Melinda said, not to sure if what she was saying was making any sense to him. “I guess I’ll get going…”
“No!” Paul quickly jumped “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen eyes like yours, and trust me, I have met a lot of women.”
“How charming” Melinda smiled.
“Y’know you’re a bit like John,” Paul was trying to think of something…anything.
“John…? Lennon?” Melinda was surprised.
“Err well, yeah, he is me pal, y’know we write songs, all that bit. The whole lot of us, you know.” Paul didn’t know where he was going.
“Well, excuse me, I have to use the bathroom.” Melinda seemed a tad uncomfortable.
“Well here, let me walk you.” Paul offered kindly.
Melinda giggled and took Paul’s hand, Paul headed towards the front of the plane.
“You do know the bathroom is in the back.” Melinda was confused.
“Ah, but that one is so tiny, the front has one, it’s actually big enough to go to the bathroom in!”
Melinda couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable sense of humor. She gripped his hand a little tighter, butterflies beginning to arise, and walked off towards the curtain. Paul opened up the curtain..
“Hey!! Paul! Wha—“ John began, but was soon interrupted by Paul loud exaggerated cough. John noticed Melinda. “G’day, m’am,” John was taking his hat off and bowing in front of Paul’s mistress. “Zee bathroom is zatta way” John pointed towards the cockpit.
“I know.” Paul responded through gritted teeth.
They arrived in front of a door with a the international unisex bathroom symbol. They both looked at it.
“Well, here you are, a bit more comfortable eh?”
Melinda giggled again, but this time out of pure nervousness, “Yeah, well um, do you, um, you know err, maybe, I don’t know, want to come in with me?”
Paul laughed, sure I’d love to watch you go to the bathroom! I fancy that stuff” Paul said sarcastically. “Or do you even have to go to the bathroom?”
Soon all the blood in Melinda’s body seemed to all travel to her face, and all the butterflies in her stomach flapped rapidly. “Well, err, no. Not exactly.”
Paul winked, opened the door for her, and followed her in the bathroom.
“I suppose he’s going to be playing well tonight, eh?” George blatantly said, to whomever was listening.
“Yeah, any other good birds out there?” John was a tad jealous.
“No, I looked already, they all look disgusting.” Ringo said honestly.
“Are you sure they were disgusting? Maybe they were just disgusted.” George replied nonchalantly.
“Hahahahaha” The laugh Ringo gave, could have not been any more fake.
“Hah, good one George.” John was proud of his friend’s offensive comment.
“Do you have a smoke?” Paul asked Melinda.
“No I’m sorry, I get nervous when smoking on a plane.”
“You also get nervous when you’re about to shag me, but that didn’t stop you now did it?” Paul wanted to light the uneasy tension just created.
“Very true,” She smiled and kissed him once, which was just enough to trigger the lust, once again. Paul ran his hands through her slightly tangled hair. While his one hand was occupied doing this, his other was gently moving from her side to her back. Melinda arms wrapped around him and she moved her fingers smoothly through his moptop. They ended with one last kiss. Melinda kindly pulled away, “Your cigarette, Mr. McCartney.”
Paul took the smoke from her hands, and put it in his mouth.
“Passengers of PANAM Airways, we need to kindly ask you to take you’re seat, we will be landing in just a few short minutes.” Came the voice of the pilot.
“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you,” Paul was actually disappointed this time.
“Yeah…” Melinda replied, thinking of what she had just done.
“You’re a wonderful person, love, don’t get caught up in musicians. You’re better then that. He kissed her on the cheek and it was almost as if, nothing ever happened.
Paul jumped from shock as he heard the door slam, hearing his two mates joking down the hall, he got up and fixed himself some tea. He sat down at the table, looking towards John's room, thinking about Melinda, he chuckled and sipped his tea.
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