No More Lonely Nights- 7

ALLIE: I got home tonight and I could tell just from the stony silence I was met with from my mother that she was mad. She needed to get over it. The way things were looking, Paul and I weren't exactly going to quit talking any time soon, nor was I going to not pursue friendships with John and George and Ringo. I was sixteen. When would my mother ever accept the fact that I was growing up?

"I take it you were at that club with that boy," Mother said sharply, not even looking up from her needlepoint. "I don't know why your father always lets you do whatever you want. You know how I feel about you socializing with the lads here. I can hardly wait to get you back to America next year for college. Hallelujah they skipped you a level and you graduate next spring. I can't bear the thought of-"

"Mother, please," I said dryly. "Can't you just stop it? Things like this sort of just happen. It's a word called inevitable. Or maybe fate, destiny, things like that. I'm sorry you don't like what Dad does, but if he thinks it's ok-"

"He'd think it was okay no matter what it was!" Mother threw down her needlepoint. "I have too much to worry about with Marion and the wedding to be concerned with this, Alexandra Elizabeth Morgan! Just do whatever you want. I wash my hands of the whole affair. Your father can deal with it." She stalked out of the room and slammed the door to the kitchen.

I sighed and headed for my bedroom. My mother had always been difficult, but lately with the wedding and being here, she's especially so. No matter… I can steer clear of her, what with school and all during the week.

I took off my dress and tossed it into my basket for dirty laundry and draped my coat across the back of the chair at my vanity table. I pulled on my nightgown and threw myself on the bed then switched off the light. How very difficult mothers can be…

My dreams were a bit more vivid than usual, and I recall most of them being filled with visions of a certain English boy with an adorable smile and the biggest, brightest green eyes you can imagine. No wonder I woke up smiling the next morning.


PAUL: Here I am, back at my apartment, all alone, as usual. I sighed and stared out the window, watching the occasional automobile pass by on the street below and a gentle winter rain fall against the glass. My thoughts began wandering beyond these four walls, and I found myself unable to keep visions of a certain American girl with lovely blue eyes and an amazing personality out of my mind.

"Paul, really, you've known her three days," I chided myself, closing the curtains and walking to my bedroom. "Really…"

I unbuttoned my shirt and added it to the growing pile of laundry in the corner. I hate washing clothes, even though it is of course a necessary part of our lives (though I suppose I could wear unclean laundry, but that wouldn't exactly be pleasant). I added my socks and pants to the pile next and laid down across the bed. I didn't even bother pulling the blankets over myself. It was too warm in the apartment. I wished the landlord wouldn't run the furnace so much, but I couldn't do a thing about that.

I hated being alone all the time. John had Cynthia, and Ringo and George still lived at home, but me… no, I'm here by myself. I know it was my choice to leave home and attempt to gain some independence, but I hadn't realized independence would be this lonely.

My mind was too cluttered to sleep, yet I was overcome by a strange, strong sense of fatigue the moment I stretched out on my bed. This had been a crazy week. Shows, performing, avoiding crazy fans… and meeting Allie. Meeting her was the highlight of my week. Now that she was in my life, perhaps she would help break the cycle of monotony that plagued me. I could only hope so.