We Always Want What We Can't Have 8

Halfway home, I forced her to jump on my back. She kept insisting she wasn't tired and that she didn't need to but when she finally got on she fell asleep. What a sleepy head. My back was hunched over. Her legs were around my waist, I held onto them so she wouldn't fall off. Both of her arms were wrapped tightly around my chest but one of them fell and hung by my side. Before she fell asleep, she placed her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. Then she was out. The camera she used to take pictures of me (which I next used to take pictures of her) was dangling from her fingertips. I prayed that it wouldn't plumit to the ground and break. The picture was in the hand that was still holding onto me. One of the shirts was wrapped around her to keep her warm while she slept. She had forced mt to put on the other one after we were done taking pictures because it was getting cold. When she stirred in her sleep my heart skipped a beat. She was mine...all mine. Sometimes she'd mutter my name and smile. Everything was perfect.
It was nearly dark when we got home. When we got to the door, I took one hand away from her body to quietly knock, then quickly held her again, hoping she wouldn't fall. My dad answered, he look astonished. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off with a 'shh' then asked him to move aside. Gladly, he stepped to the side to let me in. "What's going on?" he asked as he closed the door.
"I said shh.." I said, placing Deiliah gently on the couch. She cradled her camera in her arms. "Don't be so loud." I straitened my back from it's hunch and moaned when the bones in my back cracked.
"Alright just...tell me what's going on. Where's your car?"
"Uhhmm..." My eyes fell to the ground. I had forgotten about the car... "Well, when I went to go see her... I-I wanted to see her real, real bad, you know.. Anyways, about one or more hours away from her house the signs said the roads were closed... So..I just got out of my car and walked to her.."
"So you just left your car in the middle of the road?"
"Yes?... But, dad, it was for a really good cause, really!" I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was losing trust in me.
"God... So tell me why you came home carrying her on your back." I swallowed hard. The hard part was here.
"Well...long story short...can Delilah live her? Please?" His jaw fell open. "Dad, please! Please, dad, please! It's all I'll ever ask of you again!!" I fell to the ground in front of him on my knees. My hands which were pressed together began shaking back and forth.
"Well..." Don't say no. Don't say no. Please, whatever you say, don't say no. "I don't know... Her parents-"
"Her parents-....don't mind. They're fine with it. Please, dad. She can stay in my room with me. She won't take up too much room, I swear."
"Erm..alright. Okay. If it's fine with her parents, it's fine with me." Instantly, I jumped up from the floor and jumped on top of my father, hugging him. I kept saying thank you repeatedly but thank you just wasn't enough. I turned back to Delilah and frowned. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping..I couldn't wake her up even if it was to tell her the amazing news. Also, she was so tired from all of the walking and crying she had done.. Sleepy head deserved a nap.
I checked my watch and patted my dad's back. "Thanks, again. Really! I-I got to go..to the Cavern." I started up the stairs in a hurry, meeting Michael halfway up. "Delilah's gonna be living here!" His eyes widened and his face turned pale.
"What?" he squeeked. He sounded..worried.
"Yeah, it's gonna be just amazing. Brilliant!" When I slapped his back he felt limp, much less lively than before. I shrugged it off then ran to my room to grab my Hofner.
When I rushed back down the stairs I found Michael slouched in the chair staring at Delilah, who was still asleep. His face was still as white as a ghost. Instead of running out of the door, I stopped to walk over to Michael. "Um..Mike?" I said walking over to him. His blood shot eyes slowly turned from to Delilah to me.
"Yeah?" he squeeked. My sweaty palms tightened my grip on the neck of my Hofner. I had never seen him looking like that.
"A-are you okay?" He nodded quickly then turned his eyes to the ground. What was his problem?... I walked up to Delilah and crouched at the side of the couch. With a smile, I leaned over and pecked her cheek. "Bye.." I whispered. I stood up and sighed. "C-can you tell her I said bye? I'm off to the Cavern."
"Yeah...sure..."
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When I woke up I found myself laying on the McCartney's couch. My hand felt cramped from holding my camera. Slowly, I let it go then sat up. A nervous looking Michael was staring at me. My eyes searched my body to check if I was wearing anything unusual. I still had on my yellow flowered dress and Paul's t-shirt from our first night together.
"Michael?" I asked slowly. "Are you okay?" He shot up from he seat then began to pace the living room floor.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm FINE!" Maybe it was anger, not nerves...or both.
"S-sorry..you just look so nervous." I stared around the room and found no trace of Paul. "Where's Paul?"
"Oh...him... He-he went to the Cavern. It's a club he plays at." My heart leaped. Paul was playing? Right at that very moment? My chance had finally come. I reached foward and grabbed Michael's hand. His face instantly turned from milky white to a bright pink.
"Can we go? Oh please, can you take me there?" I pleaded.
"Um...uh..sure, sure." I jumped up and hugged him.
"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you!" A smile finally cracked onto his face. "There you go. Now you're fine."
Michael went upstairs to grab a coat but came down with two. He handed the second one to me. I said thank you and took it kindly. When I took off Paul's shirt, Michael covered his eyes which made me laugh. He was nice to be around. Maybe all of the McCartneys are gentlmen... I thought as he kindly opened the door for me. The air outside was cold causing Michael's face to turn back to a slightly pale color.
"So..Paul tells me you're moving in.." Michael said, starting small talk. My heart began to beat fast. Our relationship seemed to be moving so fast but I really liked it that way. I had never been in a relationship that serious before.
"Yeah..I-I am." All I could do was smile.
"Oh.. S-so you're gonna be there when I wake up... When I go to bed? All day?" He was acting weird.. Slowly, I nodded. After that we didn't speak until we got into the Cavern.
It was the same way it was before when Penny and I had been there before. Loud, smelly, and air tight. It felt..great. I smiled at Michael then grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a table. He slammed down into his seat with a thump. Why was he so..mad? I bit down on my lip, wondering why he seemed so different than he was this morning. Then Paul's voice rang through my ears.
"And now a song by Little Richard..Long Tall Sally!" The audience erupted into screams, everyone was cheering them on. My eyes peered around at everyone, most of them seemed to be teenage girls. They all started screaming as Paul began to sing. Just like Elvis. I stood on the very tips of my toes to see over everyone's heads. When Paul saw me his eyes lit up but he played it off with a wink. His voice was so..amazing. There music was like nothing I had ever hear before.
"Oh, Michael!" I shouted over all of the noise. His eyes met mine. Now he seemed sad. "Michael..do you want to go to the bar to get something to drink? Maybe?" He sighed then stood up sluggishly and followed me to the bar. We sat down on two bar stools and Michael quickly ordered a beer. I was too preoccupied by the boys on the stage to even care about getting a drink. Their music...was mind blowing.
"Hey, Michael." I turned to see a tall blond with huge breasts and a shorter red head standing next to her. "Is she with you?" the blond asked. Michael's eyes slowly moved from his drink to me.
"No.. She's with Paul, she just wanted to come so I brought her."
"Oh." The two girls walked over to me, their eyes full of anger. "You're with Paul?" They laughed. "You're so...posh." The blond turned to her friend and whispered, "seems like a stuck up b*tch to me, you know?" The red head agreed. I felt my eyebrows tilt in confusion. I hadn't even said anything...
"Hey, hey, hey," Michael said. "Think before you speak, she's a very nice bird."
"Oh, sorry, Mikey," the red head giggled. The blond sat down next to me.
"Don't you realize Paul is mine?" she whispered. I stuttered in confusion. Was this how every girl here was? "If you try to take him away from me I will kill you. Got it?" My eyes shot up from her perfect brown eyes to Paul's. He was staring at me, worried. "Don't look at him." My eyes shot back to hers. "Don't talk about him. Don't even think about him. And if you even..." By this point, she was coming closer and I was backing up into Michael's lap, afraid that she'd hurt me if she came any closer. "If you even think about having sex with him!" The music suddenly stopped with a screech.
"What're you doing?!" Paul growled. I looked up to the stage, he was staring at us. All of the talking and screaming had stopped. Everyone was staring at us.
"Paul, she's trying to steal you from me! Who does she think she is?" Her perfect blond hair fell in front of her face. She pushed it away angrily.
"She's my girlfriend, that's who she is!" I almost fell hard onto the floor. His girlfriend? "Now look 'ere, Tiffany, I'm sick and tired of you messing with me and my brother. I'm NOT gonna take it anymore, especially since you're going after my girlfriend now."
"But, Paul!" She groaned then stormed out of the club. "I'll get you one day James Paul McCartney!!" she screamed on the way out. The red head followed her. I slowly turned my head back to Michael.
"A-are all girls like this?" I asked slowly.
"Well, um..some."
"We're going to take a break now," the boys with the hooked nose said. "But we'll be back once we've cooled Macca off with a beer." The audience cheered and the boys left the stage. Paul galloped over to me, keeping his friends close behind.
"Delilah!" he said, wrapping me into a hug. "You finally woke up, sleepy head!" I smiled shyly. The other boys were all staring at us.
"You're..you're really good." Paul smiled and picked at his bass, which he was still holding.
"Thanks... Well, um, Delilah, this George, John, and Pete." He gestured to each of his friends as he said their name. I waved to each of them with the same shy smile. "Guys, this is Delilah."
"Hi, Delilah," they all said in harmony. I smiled and softly said "h-hi guys..."
"So.." Pete said. "You got the posh bird. Good goin' Paul." Paul smiled as Pete smacked his back.
"Yeah..um..can me and my..posh bird be alone for a second?" Each boy quickly took their own seat at the bar away from us.
"Wow...that's the first time either of us have ever said that.." I said with a small laugh.
"Said what?" he said with a bright smile.
"...girlfriend. That I'm your girlfriend." I stared down at the ground. His hand touched my chin softly. He lifted my head so our eyes met.
"Well..you are my girlfriend. O-only if you want to be though!" I laughed. He was so cute when he second guessed himself.
"Of course I want to be your girlfriend, boyfriend." We smiled at each other.
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We swung our hands back and forth as we walked home. Michael had gone home after we began playing again after our break, saying he was tired. The others stayed to get drunk. She looked gorgeous with the wind blowing through her hair, just amazing. Instead of referring to each other with our real names we kept saying boyfriend and girlfriend. I never knew how much difference one little word could make. She still had the whole world in her eyes...
It was about two when we got home. We were both jumping around the sidewalk singing Long Tall Sally. She couldn't stop laughing. When I stopped to just stare at her and listen to her beautiful laughs she stopped too. She stared at me.
"Something wrong?" Delilah asked.
"No..." I laughed. I was just wishing I could hear her laugh again. "I love your laugh. Just...thought you should know." She rolled her shining blue eyes.
"I don't like it at all. Not one bit."
"Come on..what?"
"It's stupid..really. Have you seen me when I laugh? I close one eye and cackle like an idiot!" I felt offended when she said that about herself.
"What? No, no, it's so sexy. The way you laugh..it's so sexy. You know, YOU'RE so sexy." Her eyelids fluttered a couple times.
"No.." she whispered.
"Yes.." I whispered back. "Are you tired, sleepy head?" She shrugged.
"Kind of..I guess." I smiled and held her hand tightly. With a wink, I said, "then come on in to your new home!" We both laughed as I pulled her inside.
I noticed Delilah's camera and picture still laying on the couch. She rushed over to collect them.
"D*mn..." she whispered. "Next time when you have a show...tell me. I'll take pictures." She held up her camera with a smile. All I could do was watch her walk up those stairs, she looked like a perfect angel. After taking a deep breath, I ran up after her.
Slowly, I creaked open the door to see her attempting to unzip her dress. I smiled as she turned and said, "I was wondering if I could borrow another one of those comfy shirts of yours." First, I walked over to her and helped her unzip her dress, then I tossed her a shirt out of one of my drawers. Just as I was about to close it I noticed my Brigitte Bardot pictures. I stole a glance at Delilah, who was staring around my room, then turned back to Brigitte.
"One second.." I whispered. Then I collected the stack of pictures and walked to Michael's room. He answered the door drowsily after I knocked.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"These are for you." I handed him the pictures. It made me laugh to see his eyes widen like that.
"What?" he whispered, stunned. "For me?"
"Yeah, you."
"W-why?" I glanced back at my open door and thought about what was waiting for me inside.
"I don't need Brigitte anymore."