Yes It Is, Chapter Ten
Title: Yes It Is
Authors: pennylane_fic, jenny_wren28 & lovely_rita_mm
Starring: The Beatles and Maggie Sue
Rating: R for language, sex, & implied drug use.
Disclaimer: We don’t own any of the Beatles, this obviously never happened, and much to the real Maggie’s disappointment, is a complete work of fiction.
So, dearest readers, turn off your mind, relax and join Maggie Sue on another one of her Beatle adventures.....
Previous updates located HERE!
Chapter Ten
Night had fallen, casting the world around her into dark. Maggie sat by the window in the living room, a cup of tea cradled in her hand. It was her only company for the moment as she stared off into space, deep in thought. The last few days had been filled with that wonderful feeling that everyone has at the beginning of relationships - the feeling of your heart fluttering, of your face muscles aching because you’ve been smiling so much, and that rare feeling that everything in the world is right, that nothing can ever sadden you again. But as Maggie sat by the window, she feared that feeling may have been wearing off for her. She loved John, there wasn’t any question about that, but problems were beginning to form in her mind.
It was on impulse and instinct that she had decided to stay with John. There was no rational thought about it. One minute she had been telling herself that all of this was just a dream, and the next she had decided to take the plunge down the rabbit hole and stay in a world that she knew she should have never been a part of. She had said yes without another thought and now she was paying for it. Her analytical, scientific mind was now at the forefront and all the little nagging worries inherent to staying were beginning to bother her.
For example, the space time continuum. Had she created a paradox by staying? Or was she always supposed to stay and if she left, would that create a paradox? There was also the problem of a new identity. She needed to create one because now she had no birth certificate, no parents, no references or even proof that she was ever born. What about Yoko? Would John leave her for Yoko? Would John even remain faithful for that matter? She wanted to believe he would, but his history proved that wouldn’t be the case; he had even cheated on Yoko. Was she prepared for that?
Then there was the issue of drugs. The marijuana she didn’t mind so much even if it wasn't her thing, other then the fact it was illegal, but she knew she wouldn’t be okay with the harder stuff. On top of that, she never wanted to be famous, but now she would be everywhere, synonymous with John and the Beatles if she stayed, just as all Beatle Girlfriends and Wives were. Goodbye privacy! Which, of course, was an issue related to her lack of identity. Would some enterprising journalist try to dig into her non-existent past?
Her career was another issue as well. If she stayed she could pretty much kiss that goodbye. She was giving up everything, absolutely everything, by staying.
Leaning back in her chair, Maggie sighed before closing her eyes. Were these things she could give up and was the outcome going to be worth the trouble in the end? Sometimes she wondered why life didn’t come with a little cheat book where it told you what you should do in situations like this. Not that many people had ever been in situation such as she had. Actually, she felt it was pretty safe to assume that NO ONE had ever been in her situation before.
As she became lost in thought, her mind wandering from issue to issue, John entered the room. She hadn’t even heard him in the midst of all her troubles until he cleared his throat at the doorway, raising an inquiring brow towards her. Turning, Maggie felt the worries that she held melt away as he flashed her a grin. Smiling back, she gathered herself together and quickly placed herself inside his waiting arms. No words were exchanged as he tipped her back for a kiss, his fingers coming to rest in her dark brown curls.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked, holding her slightly away from his body in order to look into her eyes.
Doubt would quickly cloud those beautiful features if Maggie let on to her worries and thoughts, the same ones that had been plaguing her for the past hour. She knew that she couldn’t tell him. Not yet at least. “You know,” she said, giving him her sweetest smile. “The last time I was here, I was older than you. But now, you’ve aged a few years and I’ve only aged a few days, making you the old one in this relationship.”
John laughed a little, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my old lady,” he grinned, smacking her on the bum and causing her to giggle. “Now come on, grab your handbag. We’re going to Macca’s for a little get together.”
Maggie ducked her head, watching out of the corner of her eye as John moved away, going to grab both of their coats. “Uh- perhaps Paul would rather I stayed home for the evening,” she mentioned hesitantly.
“Nonsense,” John smiled, helping her into her coat, and guiding her out the door. Maggie didn’t have the heart to protest any further.
* * *
Maggie tried her hardest to steer clear of Paul for most of the evening but seeing as how this was his house, the task was a bit difficult to achieve at times. That, added to the fact that John wanted to be by his best friend for most of the evening, made this feat an almost impossible task. So instead, Maggie tried to stay silent, blend into the walls and keep herself from irritating Paul too much. But it seemed like any time that John laid his arm over Maggie’s shoulder, or Maggie placed her hand on John’s, Paul’s eyes would hone in and see it right away. As the evening went on, his mood got darker and darker. So it was with confusion that Maggie watched Paul steer Jane over while John was off getting drink refills, and then address Maggie directly.
“Maggie, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Jane.” They had been at this party for a while now and Paul was just now begrudgingly getting around to this little introduction between girls. Maggie had a feeling he only did so because Jane wanted to know who the girl with John actually was.
“Hi,” Maggie smiled, keenly aware of the fact that Paul’s eyes were watching her every move. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Jane smiled brightly, obviously not sharing her boyfriend’s feeling for the woman in front of her. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Maggie. You must be some girl to deal with John here,” she said teasingly. “I’m glad you decided to stay here instead of returning to America. You’re all John has been talking about lately.”
“Yes,” Paul chimed in with a forced smile. “We’re all so happy you decided to stay, Maggie.”
Maggie caught Paul’s look but let it pass. She knew that if John were around, Paul would have never even dared to say something like that. He had waited purposefully for John to go get the two of them drinks before coming over here.
Jane shot Paul a look, watching as he sipped on his drink as if nothing had happened and let the awkward silence fall into place. Turning back to Maggie, Jane placed another smile on her lips, noting her boyfriend’s behavior but saving that conversation for later this evening. “I must admit,” she said with a smile, stepping a little closer to Maggie. “I’m a little jealous of the fact that you got to go in there and jam with the boys. They’ve never invited me to.”
Maggie looked at Jane, a little taken aback. “Do you play an instrument?”
Jane nodded. “Guitar,” she stated shyly. “And I sing a little too.”
Growing a little more excited over the prospect of having another girl to talk to, Maggie ignored the look that Paul shot towards Jane, probably for getting too chummy with “the enemy.” “You have to play for us,” Maggie said, looking around the room for an available instrument. Considering where they were, she knew there had to be one close by.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t,” Jane said, her eyes going a little wide.
“Couldn’t what?” Returning with the drinks, John looked at Jane curiously.
“Jane was just telling me about how she plays guitar and I was telling her that she should play a little for us.”
John smiled; the excitement that was coming from Maggie was contagious. Turning to Jane, he chuckled at her panicked look. “Go ahead, luv. Play us a tune. No one will mind.”
Jane bit her lip. “I…” but John was already off in search of a guitar. Before Jane could protest any further, one was shoved in her hands and she was guided gently to a chair so she could sit and play. Eyes stared expectantly at her, and Jane knew she had no other choice really than to play. Taking a deep breath, she strummed the guitar for a few seconds, testing it out, before launching into Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind.”
A furious blush covered her cheeks as applause broke out across the room when the finishing chords finally died down.
“She needs to play more often,” John commented to Maggie while she nodded in agreement. “But it’s always acting with that one.” He shook his head in mock disapproval. Maggie was still a bit stunned. She had never thought that Jane could be that good and she wondered why Paul hadn’t tried to get her to play more. Hell, she didn’t even know Jane knew how to play!
Before these thoughts could go any further, Patti approached her. “Maggie,” she started, a small glint in her eye. “How are you adjusting to being a Beatle Girlfriend?”
“So far it’s wonderful,” Maggie grinned. “But I’m pretty sure that’s only because none of the gatebirds have caught on yet.”
There were groans throughout the group at the mention of the gatebirds. At times, Paul seemed to be the only one that had any love for these girls. No one was quite sure how he did it.
“Well, luv,” Ringo said, tipping his coca-cola to her and giving her a wink. “Perhaps if you and John would ever leave Paul’s flat, you could get to know them.” Maggie felt a faint blush color her cheeks but John just slung an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tightly.
Smiling at the little display of affection, Patti leaned in a little closer to the couple. “You have to tell us,” Patti started, glancing at John before turning back to Maggie. “Are the rumors true?”
“What rumors?”
“Is John’s ability in bed really all it’s cracked up to be?”
John snorted into his drink while both Jane and Maureen jumped at the chance to “compare” notes on their men. “Yeah,” Maureen said. “I’ve heard that his may be more superior then the rest of this lot here…”
“Excuse me?” Ringo interjected. Maureen waved him off though with a teasing smile.
“Tell us, Maggie,” Maureen continued, “Do you have the best of this four headed monster?”
Jane shook her head. “I’m not sure if she should share that. I think John’s ego is already inflated enough. I mean, if the rumors are true and all…” she sighed dramatically.
“Wait,” George frowned. “What rumors? Are there seriously rumors going on out there about how we are in bed?”
Patti smiled, patting him on the hand before turning back to Maggie expectantly. Grinning, Maggie shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “I may have heard a few things in passing, though I cannot reveal my sources.”
Intrigued by the situation, John raised a brow. "What do you hear?"
"Let's see,” tapping her finger lightly against her chin, Maggie pretended to think critically of the subject at hand. “Paul's the best lover..." John snorted loudly, stumbling backwards as Paul reached out and hit him.
"You,” Maggie said, pointing her finger at John. “You take the longest," as John opened his mouth, about to say something, Maggie held up her hand to stop him. "George tries the hardest." Another snicker sounded from John. "And Ringo makes the ladies laugh."
The women all looked at each other in turn, trading knowing looks, before bursting out into laughter, leaving the men confused and shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"That's all rubbish, that is," John protested. "Disgusting that they would compare notes like that. "
"Well then, maybe you shouldn’t have all been fucking the same groupies should you?" Maggie retorted unabashedly before moving to Jane’s side. “Could you show me how to play that last song?” She went off with the rest of the girls, their laughter sounding through the room, leaving the men in a state of shock.
Moving over to the bar to get another drink, John stared at Maggie, watching as she played the guitar with Jane. Adoration colored his eyes as he watched her fingers move to form chords, strumming beautiful music from the instrument. She laughed softly and leaned in further to the guitar, smiling at something that Jane said. John couldn’t help but smile with her, even though she was far away. He was feeling something that he hadn’t felt in years and never had he been more thankful that Maggie had come back than he was in this moment.
Seeing John’s expression, Paul frowned and moved over to his side. He too watched the girls sitting in the corner of the room, laughing and smiling, unaware of the watchful eyes that were trained upon them. Paul couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as Maggie once more became friends with someone that was in his life first. He gritted his teeth as he watched his girlfriend and this woman hardly known by any of them get along so well. Why was he the only one who was wary of this outsider?
Pouring himself another drink, Paul swallowed, turning his eyes back to John. “You’re different around her,” he stated, going straight to the point instead of dancing around the subject. He knew from experience that if he wasn’t straightforward with John, his friend wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“What is that supposed to mean?” John sighed, preparing himself for what would most likely be another one of Paul’s sulky rants.
“You’re changing, John,” Paul hissed. “Ever since she’s come into your life you’ve become this person that I don’t even recognize anymore. You’re changing on account of a bird that popped into your life, who is a fucking fan. She’s no better then a gatebird! The fact that she doesn’t even belong here doesn’t seem to matter to you either. No, instead you’re feeding into her delusions that the two of you can become this happy couple and that she has a place in your life.”
“Why does any of this matter to you?” John asked, still staring at Maggie, with a smile on his face.
“I want my friend back. It’s the old John Lennon that I want to record with, that I want to go and listen to records with. Not the new version that you’re starting to become.”
Noting the seriousness in his voice, John turned to him and frowned. Paul bit his lip nervously, glaring into the depths of his drink. That softened John up a bit, “Hey, Paul.” Paul looked up at him, his eyes guarded. “It’s only me, alright?” John said the familiar words with a smile. The words that always made everything better between them no matter what.
They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity; finally Paul blinked and looked down. “No, John. It’s not.”
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Authors' Note: Oh No! Paul still doesn't approve of Maggie! What will Maggie Sue do??! How will John Handle it??? His Best friend or his Girlfriend???!!! But most importantly.... does Martha like Maggie? :P Find out all this and more, next week (should be Wednesday, maybe even Tuesday if you are especially good & leave pretty comments!) ;)
Thank you so much for waiting so very patiently for this story. Things are about to get...interesting for Maggie Sue as the reality of her situation sets in...
Continue to Chapter Eleven
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Authors: pennylane_fic, jenny_wren28 & lovely_rita_mm
Starring: The Beatles and Maggie Sue
Rating: R for language, sex, & implied drug use.
Disclaimer: We don’t own any of the Beatles, this obviously never happened, and much to the real Maggie’s disappointment, is a complete work of fiction.
So, dearest readers, turn off your mind, relax and join Maggie Sue on another one of her Beatle adventures.....
Previous updates located HERE!
Chapter Ten
Night had fallen, casting the world around her into dark. Maggie sat by the window in the living room, a cup of tea cradled in her hand. It was her only company for the moment as she stared off into space, deep in thought. The last few days had been filled with that wonderful feeling that everyone has at the beginning of relationships - the feeling of your heart fluttering, of your face muscles aching because you’ve been smiling so much, and that rare feeling that everything in the world is right, that nothing can ever sadden you again. But as Maggie sat by the window, she feared that feeling may have been wearing off for her. She loved John, there wasn’t any question about that, but problems were beginning to form in her mind.
It was on impulse and instinct that she had decided to stay with John. There was no rational thought about it. One minute she had been telling herself that all of this was just a dream, and the next she had decided to take the plunge down the rabbit hole and stay in a world that she knew she should have never been a part of. She had said yes without another thought and now she was paying for it. Her analytical, scientific mind was now at the forefront and all the little nagging worries inherent to staying were beginning to bother her.
For example, the space time continuum. Had she created a paradox by staying? Or was she always supposed to stay and if she left, would that create a paradox? There was also the problem of a new identity. She needed to create one because now she had no birth certificate, no parents, no references or even proof that she was ever born. What about Yoko? Would John leave her for Yoko? Would John even remain faithful for that matter? She wanted to believe he would, but his history proved that wouldn’t be the case; he had even cheated on Yoko. Was she prepared for that?
Then there was the issue of drugs. The marijuana she didn’t mind so much even if it wasn't her thing, other then the fact it was illegal, but she knew she wouldn’t be okay with the harder stuff. On top of that, she never wanted to be famous, but now she would be everywhere, synonymous with John and the Beatles if she stayed, just as all Beatle Girlfriends and Wives were. Goodbye privacy! Which, of course, was an issue related to her lack of identity. Would some enterprising journalist try to dig into her non-existent past?
Her career was another issue as well. If she stayed she could pretty much kiss that goodbye. She was giving up everything, absolutely everything, by staying.
Leaning back in her chair, Maggie sighed before closing her eyes. Were these things she could give up and was the outcome going to be worth the trouble in the end? Sometimes she wondered why life didn’t come with a little cheat book where it told you what you should do in situations like this. Not that many people had ever been in situation such as she had. Actually, she felt it was pretty safe to assume that NO ONE had ever been in her situation before.
As she became lost in thought, her mind wandering from issue to issue, John entered the room. She hadn’t even heard him in the midst of all her troubles until he cleared his throat at the doorway, raising an inquiring brow towards her. Turning, Maggie felt the worries that she held melt away as he flashed her a grin. Smiling back, she gathered herself together and quickly placed herself inside his waiting arms. No words were exchanged as he tipped her back for a kiss, his fingers coming to rest in her dark brown curls.
“What were you thinking about?” he asked, holding her slightly away from his body in order to look into her eyes.
Doubt would quickly cloud those beautiful features if Maggie let on to her worries and thoughts, the same ones that had been plaguing her for the past hour. She knew that she couldn’t tell him. Not yet at least. “You know,” she said, giving him her sweetest smile. “The last time I was here, I was older than you. But now, you’ve aged a few years and I’ve only aged a few days, making you the old one in this relationship.”
John laughed a little, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my old lady,” he grinned, smacking her on the bum and causing her to giggle. “Now come on, grab your handbag. We’re going to Macca’s for a little get together.”
Maggie ducked her head, watching out of the corner of her eye as John moved away, going to grab both of their coats. “Uh- perhaps Paul would rather I stayed home for the evening,” she mentioned hesitantly.
“Nonsense,” John smiled, helping her into her coat, and guiding her out the door. Maggie didn’t have the heart to protest any further.
* * *
Maggie tried her hardest to steer clear of Paul for most of the evening but seeing as how this was his house, the task was a bit difficult to achieve at times. That, added to the fact that John wanted to be by his best friend for most of the evening, made this feat an almost impossible task. So instead, Maggie tried to stay silent, blend into the walls and keep herself from irritating Paul too much. But it seemed like any time that John laid his arm over Maggie’s shoulder, or Maggie placed her hand on John’s, Paul’s eyes would hone in and see it right away. As the evening went on, his mood got darker and darker. So it was with confusion that Maggie watched Paul steer Jane over while John was off getting drink refills, and then address Maggie directly.
“Maggie, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Jane.” They had been at this party for a while now and Paul was just now begrudgingly getting around to this little introduction between girls. Maggie had a feeling he only did so because Jane wanted to know who the girl with John actually was.
“Hi,” Maggie smiled, keenly aware of the fact that Paul’s eyes were watching her every move. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Jane smiled brightly, obviously not sharing her boyfriend’s feeling for the woman in front of her. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Maggie. You must be some girl to deal with John here,” she said teasingly. “I’m glad you decided to stay here instead of returning to America. You’re all John has been talking about lately.”
“Yes,” Paul chimed in with a forced smile. “We’re all so happy you decided to stay, Maggie.”
Maggie caught Paul’s look but let it pass. She knew that if John were around, Paul would have never even dared to say something like that. He had waited purposefully for John to go get the two of them drinks before coming over here.
Jane shot Paul a look, watching as he sipped on his drink as if nothing had happened and let the awkward silence fall into place. Turning back to Maggie, Jane placed another smile on her lips, noting her boyfriend’s behavior but saving that conversation for later this evening. “I must admit,” she said with a smile, stepping a little closer to Maggie. “I’m a little jealous of the fact that you got to go in there and jam with the boys. They’ve never invited me to.”
Maggie looked at Jane, a little taken aback. “Do you play an instrument?”
Jane nodded. “Guitar,” she stated shyly. “And I sing a little too.”
Growing a little more excited over the prospect of having another girl to talk to, Maggie ignored the look that Paul shot towards Jane, probably for getting too chummy with “the enemy.” “You have to play for us,” Maggie said, looking around the room for an available instrument. Considering where they were, she knew there had to be one close by.
“Oh, no. I couldn’t,” Jane said, her eyes going a little wide.
“Couldn’t what?” Returning with the drinks, John looked at Jane curiously.
“Jane was just telling me about how she plays guitar and I was telling her that she should play a little for us.”
John smiled; the excitement that was coming from Maggie was contagious. Turning to Jane, he chuckled at her panicked look. “Go ahead, luv. Play us a tune. No one will mind.”
Jane bit her lip. “I…” but John was already off in search of a guitar. Before Jane could protest any further, one was shoved in her hands and she was guided gently to a chair so she could sit and play. Eyes stared expectantly at her, and Jane knew she had no other choice really than to play. Taking a deep breath, she strummed the guitar for a few seconds, testing it out, before launching into Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind.”
A furious blush covered her cheeks as applause broke out across the room when the finishing chords finally died down.
“She needs to play more often,” John commented to Maggie while she nodded in agreement. “But it’s always acting with that one.” He shook his head in mock disapproval. Maggie was still a bit stunned. She had never thought that Jane could be that good and she wondered why Paul hadn’t tried to get her to play more. Hell, she didn’t even know Jane knew how to play!
Before these thoughts could go any further, Patti approached her. “Maggie,” she started, a small glint in her eye. “How are you adjusting to being a Beatle Girlfriend?”
“So far it’s wonderful,” Maggie grinned. “But I’m pretty sure that’s only because none of the gatebirds have caught on yet.”
There were groans throughout the group at the mention of the gatebirds. At times, Paul seemed to be the only one that had any love for these girls. No one was quite sure how he did it.
“Well, luv,” Ringo said, tipping his coca-cola to her and giving her a wink. “Perhaps if you and John would ever leave Paul’s flat, you could get to know them.” Maggie felt a faint blush color her cheeks but John just slung an arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tightly.
Smiling at the little display of affection, Patti leaned in a little closer to the couple. “You have to tell us,” Patti started, glancing at John before turning back to Maggie. “Are the rumors true?”
“What rumors?”
“Is John’s ability in bed really all it’s cracked up to be?”
John snorted into his drink while both Jane and Maureen jumped at the chance to “compare” notes on their men. “Yeah,” Maureen said. “I’ve heard that his may be more superior then the rest of this lot here…”
“Excuse me?” Ringo interjected. Maureen waved him off though with a teasing smile.
“Tell us, Maggie,” Maureen continued, “Do you have the best of this four headed monster?”
Jane shook her head. “I’m not sure if she should share that. I think John’s ego is already inflated enough. I mean, if the rumors are true and all…” she sighed dramatically.
“Wait,” George frowned. “What rumors? Are there seriously rumors going on out there about how we are in bed?”
Patti smiled, patting him on the hand before turning back to Maggie expectantly. Grinning, Maggie shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “I may have heard a few things in passing, though I cannot reveal my sources.”
Intrigued by the situation, John raised a brow. "What do you hear?"
"Let's see,” tapping her finger lightly against her chin, Maggie pretended to think critically of the subject at hand. “Paul's the best lover..." John snorted loudly, stumbling backwards as Paul reached out and hit him.
"You,” Maggie said, pointing her finger at John. “You take the longest," as John opened his mouth, about to say something, Maggie held up her hand to stop him. "George tries the hardest." Another snicker sounded from John. "And Ringo makes the ladies laugh."
The women all looked at each other in turn, trading knowing looks, before bursting out into laughter, leaving the men confused and shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"That's all rubbish, that is," John protested. "Disgusting that they would compare notes like that. "
"Well then, maybe you shouldn’t have all been fucking the same groupies should you?" Maggie retorted unabashedly before moving to Jane’s side. “Could you show me how to play that last song?” She went off with the rest of the girls, their laughter sounding through the room, leaving the men in a state of shock.
Moving over to the bar to get another drink, John stared at Maggie, watching as she played the guitar with Jane. Adoration colored his eyes as he watched her fingers move to form chords, strumming beautiful music from the instrument. She laughed softly and leaned in further to the guitar, smiling at something that Jane said. John couldn’t help but smile with her, even though she was far away. He was feeling something that he hadn’t felt in years and never had he been more thankful that Maggie had come back than he was in this moment.
Seeing John’s expression, Paul frowned and moved over to his side. He too watched the girls sitting in the corner of the room, laughing and smiling, unaware of the watchful eyes that were trained upon them. Paul couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as Maggie once more became friends with someone that was in his life first. He gritted his teeth as he watched his girlfriend and this woman hardly known by any of them get along so well. Why was he the only one who was wary of this outsider?
Pouring himself another drink, Paul swallowed, turning his eyes back to John. “You’re different around her,” he stated, going straight to the point instead of dancing around the subject. He knew from experience that if he wasn’t straightforward with John, his friend wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“What is that supposed to mean?” John sighed, preparing himself for what would most likely be another one of Paul’s sulky rants.
“You’re changing, John,” Paul hissed. “Ever since she’s come into your life you’ve become this person that I don’t even recognize anymore. You’re changing on account of a bird that popped into your life, who is a fucking fan. She’s no better then a gatebird! The fact that she doesn’t even belong here doesn’t seem to matter to you either. No, instead you’re feeding into her delusions that the two of you can become this happy couple and that she has a place in your life.”
“Why does any of this matter to you?” John asked, still staring at Maggie, with a smile on his face.
“I want my friend back. It’s the old John Lennon that I want to record with, that I want to go and listen to records with. Not the new version that you’re starting to become.”
Noting the seriousness in his voice, John turned to him and frowned. Paul bit his lip nervously, glaring into the depths of his drink. That softened John up a bit, “Hey, Paul.” Paul looked up at him, his eyes guarded. “It’s only me, alright?” John said the familiar words with a smile. The words that always made everything better between them no matter what.
They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity; finally Paul blinked and looked down. “No, John. It’s not.”
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Authors' Note: Oh No! Paul still doesn't approve of Maggie! What will Maggie Sue do??! How will John Handle it??? His Best friend or his Girlfriend???!!! But most importantly.... does Martha like Maggie? :P Find out all this and more, next week (should be Wednesday, maybe even Tuesday if you are especially good & leave pretty comments!) ;)
Thank you so much for waiting so very patiently for this story. Things are about to get...interesting for Maggie Sue as the reality of her situation sets in...
Continue to Chapter Eleven
Want your own bound and printed copy of Yes It Is (and associated short stories) and Tomorrow Never Knows? You can get them from Lulu.com. You can also download a .pdf from Lulu for FREE!!
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