Ask Me Why Chapter 1

October 20 1956
A young Teddy boy wanna be peers around the corner of his seat and stares at you. You look up from your book and stare back at him. His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn a bright red, then he turns back around. You roll your eyes then stare back down at your book. You can feel his eyes back on you but don't look up this time. The bus comes to a sudden halt and your head hits the seat in front of you. You moan as you rub your head and look up to see a young scruffy boy board the bus.
Your eyes light up and a smile spreads across your face. He's-he's beautiful. He's got serious brown eyes and an amazing smile. He stops at the other young boys seat for a moment but frowns and keeps walking when he notices he's already sitting with someone. You become happier when you realize he's coming your way. You quickly move your stuff out of your seat in hopes of him sitting down next to you.
"Is this seat taken?" he asks, pointing down at your seat. You blush and shake your head. He sits down and looks around the bus curiously. You bite your lip and continue to stare at him. He tries hard not to notice. "So, erg... Where'd you get your accent from?" you ask. He's got such a thick accent, it's cute.
"Er, Liverpool," he replies with a smile. You smile back and blush again.
"I'm from Blackpool!" His head turns back around, an irritated smile is spread across his face. He's annoyed but you continue to talk. "I moved to Liverpool when I was eight. That's why I'm going to the Liverpool Institute for Girls!" Another small smile but this time with a thumbs up. "My name's _____________, by the way."
"I'm George Harrison."
"Oh, my last name is _____________!" You just know that you sound stupid so you decide it's best to shut your mouth.
The bus stops again and the driver shouts for all of the girls to get off. You grab your bag and stand up. George quickly stands up as well to let you out.
"That's right, Georgie," the other young boy says, "ladies first." You make a face at him and his laughter stops when he looks up and sees you. His face turns red again as he turns around. A couple girls giggle and wink at him.
"Bye James," one of the girls say. James looks back at you then to the girl.
"Uh, people call me Paul now. It's me middle name."
"Oh-" She turns to her friends and giggles. "Paul." He nods and slicks his hair back.
"Pfft, oh Paul, stop trying to act like you're something special," the boy next to Paul says.
"Oh, Michael, you shut up!" The girl stops in the middle of the aisle to yell at Michael. You sigh and tap your fingers on your leg inpatiently. "He's a lot more special than you!"
"Girls!" the bus driver shouts. "Get off the bus!" The girl makes a face then hurries off the bus. You follow the line of girls off the bus then stare back up at the window where George is sitting. You sigh then spin around.
"Oh, Ja-Paul McCartney...isn't he dreamy?" the girl says, staring up at the sky. The girls around her agree. "What about you? What do you think?"
"Who, um...me?" you ask, looking around for a different person she could be talking to.
"Yeah. I don't think we've met, I'm Eleanor."
"Nice name. So, whatcha think about Paul? Dreamy, huh? He's just so handsome!"
"Well..actually...he seems a little annoying." All of the girls gasp. "And, and that other boy, George, now he's handsome."
"G-George?! That boy with the gaunt face? You've GOT to be joking!"
"Me? YOU'VE got to be joking! Have you seen Paul? He's got those baby cheeks that-"
"That make him irresistible!" Eleanor turns on her heel with her posse following her. You sigh then take out one of your notebooks. This is going to be a long day.
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Back on the bus. The bus driver seems irritated as Eleanor and the gang hop on. You sit in the same seat as this morning but instead of taking out a book you wait for George to board the bus. A few more girls climb aboard then the bus drives foward. You stare longingly out the window, waiting for George Harrison to grace your presence.
When the bus nears the boy's high school you can see George and Paul leaning against the school's walls talking. Your face lights up when George laughs. He's so handsome when he laughs. The bus stops and opens it's doors, ready to welcome the boys on. You scoot as close as possible to the window so George can have enough room when he sits down. With a smile, you brush the hair out of your face. A couple older guys get on before George but you can tell when he does because of his boyish laughter. You smile up at him when he sits down in the seat next to yours. Wait. Next to yours? You smile fades quickly as George invites Michael to sit with him. Paul hops on the bus happily but frowns when he reaches his friends.
"Hey, uh, George, I thought we were gonna sit together," Paul says, obviously confused. "That's Michael, my brother, not me."
"Yeah, I know," George says with a smile. "Why don't you go sit down next to _____________?" He points to you. Paul's head turns from George to you. His eyes go wide and his cheeks turn a bright red. He looks back at George and stutters.
"C'mon, kid, sit down! We don't have all day!" the bus driver shouts. Paul quickly gets pushed into the seat next to you by Michael. His face gets brighter and brighter as his body stiffens. He starts fiddling with an invisible object in his hands. You sigh then turn your head to stare out the window.
"M-my name's Paul." You turn your head to see him staring nervously into your eyes.
"I know, I heard people talking to you this morning." His face gets redder. His eyes dart away from yours and stare down at the seat.
"Oh...I'm so stupid!" His eyes seem to search around the bus for something but he just can't find it. "Y'know, you've got-...never mind..."
"_____________," Michael says, leaning across the aisle to talk to you. "What my dear brother means to say is that he thinks you've got beautiful eyes. That's all he's talked about today, your eyes."
"Michael shut up." George and Michael burst into laughter as Paul starts to sweat. "So, um....how old are ya?"
"Thirteen." He looks up with a smirk smacked across his face.
"Huh, really? Well I'm fourteen." He seems to take pride in being a year older than you. "Somethin' wrong?"
"Didn't your mother teach you to be less conceited?" you shout.
"Well...me muther hasn't been able to do much lately, so I would think teaching me isn't one of those things she can do."
"What do you mean?"
"Well...me mum...she's very sick."
"Oh." You start to feel guilty about yelling at him. You stare back out the window and say nothing. You grip the bus seat tightly, it's too awkward for you to handle. The bus stops and George stands up to get off.
"Bye George!" you shout, it just slips out. He looks back at you over his shoulder and smiles. "I-I'll see you tomorrow!" Paul glances over at you and frowns at the smile on your face. Then he eyes George suspiciously. The next stop, a couple houses away, is yours.
"Hey, you live right next to me," Paul says. "Wh-why haven't I noticed you before?"
"Well I just moved into this house recently." He smiles and lets you out of the seat. When you step off the bus you notice that they both (Paul and Michael) followed you.
"It's best if we just get off with you. I mean, we live right there." You turn to walk to your house as you listen to the two boy's footsteps fade away. Soon, a pair of feet stops walking so the other one does too. You hear a sigh.
"God, she's beautiful," Paul says.