I've Just Seen A Face (Paul McCartney Love Story)

I got another visit from the lads again. It was on wednesday. "'Allo, love." John teases right when he opens the door. "Good morning, Eloise." George greeted quietly. "Good day, Elle." Ringo had already thought up of a nickname for me. "Hi boys. Breakfast?" "Sure, Elle Welle." John made faces at me. "John, just please stop." Ringo and I said at the same time. We looked at each other, and I laughed.

"I've got some crescent rolls here. Just came out of the oven." I tried to convince them. They bought some, and in between mouthfulls John said, "We've come-" Chew, chew, chew, chew. "For a briefing-" Chew, chew, chew "And your opinion-" Chew, chew."On Paul and your date." He finished, swallowing the piece of the crescent roll. "We just want your eyewitness account." Ringo reassured.

"Um, ok." I played with my curly brown hair. "Let's see, question one: Did you hold hands?" John asked jokingly, but I answered truthfully, "No." George finally said something more serious. "What did you think of Paul?" "He was very polite, nice, and very honest..." She started to explain that her father had to tag along. "Well, I see. Maybe on friday he won't be there?" Ringo shrugged. "How do you know about friday?" I ask a little surprised. "Paul tells us everything; we're like family." John says seriously, for once.

"I see..." I stare off and go into dream-land. People have friends that are so close to them that they're practically family. I didn't. My little daydream was me surrounded by friends I could call family...

"Eloise?" George was waving his palm in front of my face. "Sorry." I twirled some of my brown locks. "Well, dear, we must be on our way." John lightly flicked my cheek on his way out. "See you later, Eloise." George waved. "We'll be back after friday sometime!" Ringo added as he headed out the door.

Friday

Before I went out today, I made sure on wednesday that I told my parents. Thankfully father wasn't tagging along with us again. I didn't know where we were going for tonight, "It's a surprise!" He said. Oh yeah, Paul popped up a couple times after school and said his greetings. He even brought his buddies over one day.

I waited in my room. Fixing my dress or hair nervously. Paul also planned to pick me up at about 7:30 pm, and it was nearing that time much too slowly. As I was looking around my room, I looked at the mirror, and saw my face. I was expecting a normal girl, but I looked much different than before; mother curled my hair, she even put on some make up for me (just some lip stuff though). My outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=46876162) was not too fancy or too underdressed. I was amazed by the things my mother could do to transform me sometimes...

Knock knock knock! I almost leaped off of my bed to get the door before anyone else could. Too bad Della had the door before I did. She opened the door, barely able to reach the door handle, and stared up at Paul. She stood there for 30 seconds or so before she said, "Are you Ewee's boyfwend?" He laughed and said, "Sure, little one. Where is Elle?" "Big sissy is this way!" Della took Paul's hand and led him straight to me. "Here's your boyfwend Ewee." She handed Paul's hand to mine. I blushed so much, I could see the heat pouring from my cheeks.

"Erm, uh, thanks, Della." I fumbled with my hair with my free hand. "Don't touch your hair Eloise Diana Harisson!" Mother walked in and saw us holding hands. Seeing how she noticed this, I quickly let go. "Mother, I'm going out now. See you later."

I tried to go out the door before my mother could get out the camera and take picutres. But my attempt was futile. She grabbed my arm before I could close the door. "First date. I needat least one picture!" Mother insisted. "Afraid of cameras, love?" Paul teased. "I don't like taking pictures, honestly." I replied, and my mother had us pose for her. We linked arms, smiled, and she flashed a couple pictures.

"Can we go now?" I muttered to mom, and she nodded. "Wait, where's father?" I finally noticed that he wasnt here. Mother whispered in my ear, "I told him to go get some groceries so he wouldn't be here." She winked at me, and I walked out with Paul. "Bye, mother. Love you!" I said suddenly. She smiled sweetly, and waved good-bye to me.

"I love your family, Eloise." Paul complimented, and I answered, "Yes, they are an interesting lot." He laughed, and took me to a car, I'm assuming it's his. "Here you go." He opened the passenger door for me. I thanked him and sat down. Paul closed the door and walked around the front of the car to go to the driver's seat. "So, where are we going?" I've been trying to get it out of him all week, and he'd never tell me. "It's still a surprise." I sighed and pouted childishly. He smiled, and started the car.

While he was driving, I looked out the window to see if I could figure out where we were going. "So, you said you like music, right?" I asked to try to distract myself from my curiosity.
"Yes."
"What do you play?"
"I can play trumpet and piano, but I prefer guitar or bass guitar."
"Ooh, so are you in a band?"
"Indeed I am."
"Are George, Ringo, and John in your band?"
"Yes- wait, you know the lads?" He looked over at me when we stopped at an intersection with a red light on our side. "Yeah, they came in and introduced themselves." I try not to play with my hair, but it was an old habit I couldn't really break. "I wanted to introduce them to you. They are always a step ahead of me..." He laughed, and I did too. The light turned green, and he pushed on the gas pedal. "What do the others play?" "Well, George and John play guitar and Ringo plays drums." He explained, the boys never told me their positions, or that they were even in a band.

"We're here." Paul parked the car on the side of the road. I looked out the window to see lights, and a fancy restaurant. "You didn't!" "I did."