1965

Here we go again.

Paul smiled as several girls dressed in short leather skirts and fish-net leggings approached his table. Their smiles were wide and desperate and it made him sick. He was expected to choose one of these nutcases to take him back to their place and shag? Though he usually didn't mind, Paul just wasn't in the mood tonight.

"Hi," greeted one of the girls, twirling her hair and stepping closer towards his table.

"Hello." He said flatly as he took a sip from his bottle of beer.

"My name's Elise," said another as she stepped up, lightly pushing the other woman aside.

"Elise," He nodded his head and again drank his beer.

"My name's Beth," another blonde came into the picture, holding a bottle of beer herself. Paul nodded his head once again, but didn't say a word. He simply leaned back in his chair and studied his nails. It was silent for a moment as the girls finally grasped the fact that he did not want them to be here. Slowly each one of them wandered away, back to the excitement and fun that was this club.

He would've brought the others along in hopes of lifting his spirits, but he felt like he needed to be alone. All he needed to do was ignore the stares of random people and the flashes of the cameras going on around him, pay no attention to the people screaming 'He's a Beatle!', 'Mr. McCartney!', 'I love you, Paul!', and at least try to have fun tonight. But it felt nearly impossible.

Paul didn't know how the fight even started. It was hard to believe it happened just an hour or so ago. At one moment, he was setting the table for his dinner with Jane. The next thing he knew, he was throwing the damned plate against the wall, shattering it to a million pieces. And then he ended up here, in a nightclub planning to drink away whatever anger and pain he felt.

He and Jane Asher were such a lovely couple. The 'it' couple, as the press called it. Jane was this wonderful, successful, beautiful actress and he was, well, he was a Beatle. Once this relationship started, the media went into a frenzy.

It was a shame, however, that they just couldn't bare each other at times. At one point, they were perfectly happy, wrapped in each other's arms and smiling and kissing. Then, they would be at each other's throats, screaming, cursing, wishing the other would just fall down a bloody cliff. The whole 'happy couple' look they had was, Paul realized, simply an act. Because everything Paul did, said, and wanted was wrong. Nothing satisfied her. And they couldn't agree on anything. But there was always something that made them get back together again, no matter how bad or physical the fight got. And that drove Paul insane.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Why was it that every one of these people in the club could be having such a good time while he sat there feeling like absolute crap? He missed the first time he met Jane, when everything felt like it was perfectly in place. Apparently, not everything lasts as long as you want it to.

Paul felt every eye on him as he stood up and made his way out of the club. Why was he even here in the first place? He didn't want to get wasted this time, though he was half way there, and he didn't want to find himself waking up in the morning in some strange bird's bed. So he decided to leave. But he couldn't go back to the place he shared with Jane. That would be disastrous. So where to go?

He lighted himself a ciggie as he walked down the streets of London. The stares and the screams were enough to make a man go mad, but he was used to it. After all, Beatlemania was just a daily thing for him.

He looked down at the pavement, thinking about the night's events, the look on Jane's face and, most importantly, what he was going to say tomorrow to make up for it. He was so caught up in this that he didn't even notice a woman, who was intently reading some papers, walking his way. Too much in his way that is, for she ran right smack into him.

"Ow!" He yelled out as his head knocked against hers, causing him to step backwards in order to keep from falling. She almost fell over completely, all the papers in her hands scattering around her. To make matters worse, the sidewalk was almost completely wet due to the rain just a little while ago.

"Oh my god!" She shouted as she quickly tried to pick up the papers. She looked hopelessly at one seeing as it was soaked by water. Paul started helping her pick up the papers almost immediately and noticed they were letters.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he handed her the others. "I hope they weren't important."

"They were," she said in almost an inaudible whisper.

"Were they?" he asked now feeling as though he had shattered this poor girl, according to the look on her face.

She shook her head. "It's alright. Wasn't your fault."

"But it was," Paul said. He noticed that she was looking straight into his eyes, but not a single shriek or even a sense of embarrassment and nervousness came from her. He was sure she would've recognized him by now, right?

"Don't worry about it." She shrugged, smiled and began to walk away.

"Wait!" He called.

She turned around, a confused look spread across her face. "Yeah?"

"I didn't get your name."

"Jackie." She answered simply.

"Well, Jackie, I'm Paul. Paul McCartney." He stated proudly as he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Paul."

He noticed she was beginning to walk away again and, normally, he would've let her go. But something made him want to talk to her more, get to know her. "Hold on," Paul grabbed her arm, holding her back.

She turned around once more, and Paul hoped he wasn't annoying her too much. "Yes?"

"Those letters, I really am sorry about them."

She laughed a little. "I said it was alright, didn't I?"

"Maybe I can make it up to you...." He told her.

"How so?"

He pointed to a fancy restaurant down the street. "I can buy you dinner, if you like."

She shook her head. "Oh, that's ok. You don't have to,"

"But I want to."

Jackie sighed and was about to decline the offer once more but Paul got a hold of her hand and pulled her along to the restaurant. "Hey, wait..." She began but it was too late, they were already there.

And Paul was determined to get to know this girl.

~Well, here's another one. And yes, it'll be another love story. So, I hope you liked it so far. I'm still continuing on the Ballad of George and Lori but I thought I would write another one for the fun of it. :) Comment on what you think!~