October 11, Sunday. Wimpole Street. 3:45pm

[jamesmacca]

I was sitting in my room, door locked with a towel stuck underneath the door. Wait. I wasn't sitting. I could see the ceiling. Was I sitting on the wall? No, no that's impossible. Unless I put glue on my ass. Very strong glue. Oh shit, I hope I'm wearing pants otherwise I was never moving, or I'd rip off my skin

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[pattieboyd64]

I was home alone, had absolutely nothing to do. God only knew what George was up to, and every one of my friends I felt like going out with was busy (and in my boredom I managed to concoct a rather elaborate conspiracy for this particular coincidence, which I'm certainly hoping will never escape the confines of my own mind, thanks). My luck, eh? So when the phone rang, I bolted across the room, saying a quick prayer that it was for me and not Mary Bee, and whoever it was would be up for either a club or a long chat.

"Hello?"

[jamesmacca]

Oh shit someone answered.

"Hello?" I asked, not knowing who it was. If it was Pattie, I'd give myself a dollar. "Who ...is this?"

[pattieboyd64]

I raised an eyebrow. "This...is Pattie," I said slowly. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite--wait a minute.

Oh, my god. "Paul?" If I was right, that would be incredible.

[jamesmacca]

"Pattie? Pattie who?" I had to figure out this mystery. Who the hell was Pattie and why was she calling me?

"How do you know my name?" Oh god. Was this some kind of secret agent trying to find out if I'm high? Play it strait, Paul. Act sober.

[pattieboyd64]

I glared at the wall, getting annoyed. "You're the one who called me. And that's Pattie Boyd."

"How do you know my name?" So--I was right? Well then. This...was odd. How was I supposed to answer that like a sane person? "Um. I've known you for seven months and you're a global phenomenon, that's how I know."

Really, what the hell was wrong with him?

[jamesmacca]

"Pattie Boy--? Oh, oh!" I started laughing hysterically. Oh my god, this was so funny. I couldn't stop laughing. "Shit, Pattie, I'm sorry. So, how are you?" I covered my mouth, still snickering.

[pattieboyd64]

"I'm okay, if a bit bored...you?" I said, still confused. I wondered vaguely if he was drunk...but for some reason I didn't think that was it. Maybe he was just being strange.

[jamesmacca]

"Bored, huh? Well, why don't I keep you company? You can come over here...wait...no...could I come over there?" I could bring pot, too. Oh it'd be great. As long as I didn't get caught.

[pattieboyd64]

So, within the space of eight seconds, I think my night suddenly got a whole lot more interesting. Something in my stomach stirred slightly and I grinned slowly. "Yeah? Yeah, that would be great. You know where I live? The Ovington Mews place?"

[jamesmacca]

"Yeah, wasn't I there with George once?" Shit I had no idea. Oh well, I'd just have to wing it. "See you in few minutes. Or hours. Not sure.” And with that, I hung up.

Fuck! Why didn't I ask for directions?

[pattieboyd64]

I looked down at the phone in my hand, trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. I wondered if he had the sense to call me back if he got lost.

Somehow I doubted it.

[jamesmacca]

I don't know how I got into my car; I don't know how I turned it on; I don't know how I made it onto the street; I don't know how long I was driving.

I don't know how I did it, but I was there. Getting out of the car at Pattie's place.

Holy shit.

Am I Jesus?

[pattieboyd64]

For about ten minutes or so I lay across the couch, wondering not only how he was going to get here but what exactly would happen when (if) he did. I mean...I knew what I was thinking (er...hoping), but maybe it really would just be...hanging out. I could live with either of those.

And then I heard a car pull in that sounded scarily like George's, and for a moment my heart stopped--but, then I remembered that they both had Aston Martins. I opened the door to check, though, just in case, and...yes, that was Paul McCartney. I grinned at him as he approached me. "Hey."

[jamesmacca]

I blinked. My high was fading, good thing I brought weed. "Hey Pattie." I walked over to her, things becoming much easier. "So you're bored, huh?"

[pattieboyd64]

"Very. Haven't had a night on my own in so long, I can't even figure out what to do now that I have one." I hoped that sentence made sense. "But, er...what've you been up to?" I asked lamely, suddenly unsure of what I was supposed to be doing now he was here.

[jamesmacca]

I smiled brightly. "Oh, just having a laugh. Would you like to join?" I couldn't help my grin.

"Lead me inside?"