The bell. The bell is probably the happiest sound I heard all day. In fact, it was the only sound I was happy to hear. The sound of freedom. Well, the freedom of no school for two weeks.

I ran out of class and joined the gang. Veronica was explaining last night to Kaithlyn. She looked so embarrassed; I wouldn't blame her.

Paul was talking to John about band stuff, the usual. I believe they were planning they're next gig. I can hardly remember the last time I went to one.

We were all going to go out somewhere, but I wasn't really in the mood to go to another crazy party or whatever they were planning on doing. I really only wanted to stay on the couch all break and eat.

"Want me to walk ye home?" offers Paul.

I smile, "Why of course."

He extends out his arm, and I link mine with his. We begin walking, our steps matching every once in a while.

When we reached our destination, I pulled out my keys and he quickly snatched them out of my hand. Before I began to protest, he unlocked and opened the door for me. He handed my keys back to me and gave me a cute, goofy grin.

"Do you want to come in?" I ask.

"No, it's all right. I was goin' to go home," he says.

"Are you sure? My mum baked cookies," I say.

"Let me in," he says quickly rushing towards the kitchen. When I get to the kitchen, I see he has already found the cookies.

"Hey, save some for me," I say as I steal a cookies he was about to place in his mouth.

"Do ye want me to get ye some milk with that?" he offered.

"Well, obviously. You can't just have cookies without milk."

"Then wha' happens if yer lactose intolerant?"

"Touché."

He pours me a glass, then one for himself. I dunk my cookie inside the milk, when suddenly, the despicable thing happens. I dropped the whole cookie in the glass. It begins to sink until it hits the bottom.

I let out a small cry. I can already see the cookie begin to deteriorate the longer it sits there. I get a fork and try to scoop it out. It was pathetic, really, but it worked.

I took a separate plate with a few cookies to the couch. I turned on the telly and watched whatever show was on. Paul sat down next to me and gave me a bit of his cookie.

"Julia?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come the group's gig tomorrow?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Um... I don't know," I say.

"Please? I thought ye and George were friends now."

"We are but that's not the problem."

"Then what is the problem?" He said a little harshly.

"It's the both of you," I snap. "Whenever you're around each other it's awkward. Everyone's tense, especially the two of you. You guys barley even talk anymore. It's effecting your relationship and soon you guys won't even have one. Can you at least try to make up?"

He brushed his hand through his hair. "It's complicated," he mutters.

"Look," I say, "I know I screwed everything up but can you try? For me?"

He paused. I can tell things are racking around in his head right now. It was obvious.

"All right. I'll do it," he declares.

I embrace him in a tight hug. "Thank you," I say softly in his ear.

"Anythin' for ye," he replies.

~**~

It was Saturday night and I was getting ready for the first gig I've been to in such a long time. I was excited but a little nervous. What if George and Paul still didn't get along? What if they still hate each other? I tell my self to calm down. I'll work things out when I get there.

I had asked Kaithlyn to come with me for moral support. Just in case. I had asked Veronica as well, but she was busy tonight. I was going to meet her there because she almost always goes to wish John luck before a show. 

I step outside and shudder as a gust of wind blows in my face. It was almost January and I still hadn't gotten used to winter. I like summer, but I have to let it go.

I quickly threw on the nearest coat and headed out. It began to snow on the walk there. It was awfully cold out but I know how hot it gets in The Cavern.

I walked in and my eardrums almost shattered at the sound of screaming. You would have thought that everyone was being brutally murdered. I see all the teenage girls shouting and screaming over the boys. I hadn't realized they were this popular. It seemed like every girl in Liverpool was here.

I see John singing and Paul and George as backup vocals. They both had a smile on their face and didn't seem to be having a problem sharing a microphone.

I searched for Kaithlyn among the sea of starstruck girls. I finally spotted her dancing in the corner with a drink in her hand. I hope she wasn't planning on getting drunk again.

I squeezed through a maze of people to find my way. "Hi," I say.

"Oh, I didn't see ye there!" she exclaimed. She looked at me expectantly, like she was waiting for me to say something.

"What?"

"So what do ye think? Aren't they great?"

I listened to the play a few more songs. They really have improved since the last time I've heard them.

"They're fantastic," I say. "I really did miss coming to these."

"It wasn't as fun without ye," she says.

"Let's go dance," I say.

We get closer to the stage so we could hear them better. It was hard to hear them with everyone screaming or shouting.

~**~

They bowed down and swiftly walked off the stage. Most of the girls and even some guys were calling for an encore. I wouldn't blame them, they were absolutely brilliant.

The area around the stage began to clear, so Kaithlyn and I stayed and enjoyed the extra elbow room.

It was a few minutes before I saw the boys come out from the back. They all went to the bar and ordered a drink or two. I saw Paul start up a conversation with George. He cracked a few jokes and George laughed at them. It made me happy to see their friendship slowly piece back together.

When I thought it was the right time to go see them, I headed towards them. Kaithlyn was at my side, strolling along with me. I was nervous but I knew I shouldn't be.

"You guys were great," I say. I couldn't conceal the smile I had on my face.

"Do ye really think so?" asked George.

I nodded, "Definitely."

"I swear those girls keep getting worse," Paul says.

"Last week, one of the girls jumped on 'im and wouldn't get off. I would've loved to see what ye would have done to 'er," George laughed.

"I would have loved to see what I'd do, too."

"Nothin's better than two birds fightin' over a lad," said John, joining in on the conversation.

"Stop it, John" Kaithlyn says.

"It's true."

"Hey. Where's Pete gone?" asked Paul.

"Probably off snogging a bird." They all laughed. It was true, actually. From where I was standing, I could see him with his hands all over a girl. I chose to just ignore it and let them have their fun.

"'Ey guys, Ivan's 'aving a party and wanted to know if ye lot wanted to go," John said, taking a swig of beer.

"I'll go," I was the first to say.

"She's in, I'm in," concluded Paul.

"I'm down for it," George said.

"We'll all come, but when is it?" Asked Kaithlyn.

"I think some time next week. I'll fill ye in when I find out," answered John.

Kaithlyn took a last sip of her drink and said, "I'm bored, let's go dance." She grabbed John by the hand and dragged him to the middle of the room as everyone followed.

Paul grabbed my hand a d spun me around. I wasn't expecting it at all and tripped. Paul caught me by the waist and pulled me up.

"You're smooth now, aren't you?"

"Always have been," he replies. He gave me that cheeky smile of his and I felt myself blush.

Time began to fly by. It seemed only moments ago I had arrived and now it's almost midnight. I was dead tired, as was Paul.

He took me home like always. I was limping most of the way there because my feet were in agonizing pain.

When we reached my doorstep, I kissed him. "Thank you. Thank for that and um thank you for making an effort to become friends with George again. It really means a lot," I say.

"Ye don't 'ave to thank me. I should be thankin' ye, actually. If it weren't for ye I probably never would 'ave ever forgiven one of me best mates."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Let's not get to deep into that, shall we?"

"I agree," he says. He cupped my face in his hands ever so carefully. I wrapped my arms around him, bringing us closer together.

"Goodnight, love."

He walks away not looking back. I don't go into the house. I stay were I am and watch him walk down the side walk until he is out if view. I am having this feeling inside my chest. A feeling I am unsure of and absolutely positive of. I'm not sure if it's real or not but I don't care.

"I love you," I whisper quietly to myself.

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Hey guys! Long time no write. I'm sorry it's just school is ew but I hope this made up for it. Anskd!ffdlsl the return of paulia I love paulia hby