"Hey Mum, I'm going to visit Pauline," I called through the house.

  "Okay, Sadie," she responded. "That's fine." I waltzed out the front door with 'Pauline's' plate of brownies in my hand and his present tucked under my arm. I stood at the bus stop at the end of my street and waited for a bus to drive by. A practical tin can pulled up and Juanita, my favorite bus driver waved at me through the dirty window.

  "Hi Sadie," Juanita smiled. "Where to?"

  "Hi Nita." I replied. "I'd like to go to Penny Lane." Juanita nodded and started the rustbucket the city had her drive. They soon arrived close to the rows of shops bustling with people.

  "Thanks Nita!" I chimed as I handed her a brownie wrapped in a paper towel and dropping my fare into the collection jar. I jumped off the last two steps of the bus and started off to Paul's.

  I passed the barber shop and a cafe on my regular route. I found myelf in front of a set of row houses, looking up into Paul's bedroom window.

  "Paulie," I sang into his open window.

  "Whatttt Sades?" He groaned. He hated when I called him Paulie or referred to him as Pauline to my parents. I loved his pet names for me, however.

  "Happy Birthday, ya git," I teased.

  "You call me that, but you brought me brownies and a pressie," he refuted.

  "Jus' lemme in James," I bossed. His face went tomato red in eithed anger or embarrassment.

  "Fine." He puffed, trudging downstairs to open the door.

  "Hey Sadie," He smiled down at me.

  "Hi birthday boy," I grinned, holding a brownie to his plump lips. He bashfully took a bite and tasted it.

  "I love your brownies Sadie," he cooed, then taking another bite. "Come inside luv." My heart flutters whenever he calls me that. We walked up to his bedroom and he tossed his headphones to the side.

  I handed him his present and he took it. He tore into the paper and saw a Little Richard record.

  "How did you find this?" He gasped, pulling me into a big hug.

  "Vacation in America." I explained while low on air. "I can't breathe Paulie." He let me go and blushed. I took his face in my hand and rubbed his cheek with my thumb. He looked at me in ways he's never done before. Longing. He leaned in and his lips brushed my cheek. He kissed my face until he found my lips. He kissed me and I kissed back. He licked my bottom lip and I gasped. He took the opportunity to dart his tongue in my mouth. He soon leaned away and looked at me through his beautiful eyelashes. I wish I had his lashes.

  "Best. Birthday. Ever." He breathed. I grabbed a brownie and took a bite.

A\N: I wrote this for Paul's birthday and six months later I published it. Procrastination has been taken to a new level.