Linda's POV

We all got sent home early. Why, I don't know. It was in math and they had sent us all home. But walking past the cafeteria, I wasn't curious anymore. God, it smells worse then the horse stalls back home.

I rode my bicycle over to the small apartment complex I lived in for the time being. I believed in greenness and also didn't want to sit on a bus with 50 or so people that I didn't know. I checked my messages as they flooded through from finally having WiFi as I turned on some Netflix. I got a new text from a number I didn't recognize. (Ok I don't know about y'all, but I get these all the time)

"Hey, Paul, I got a new phone, so just wanted to let you know this is John."

My heart flipped. Unless this was some other person across the universe, this was John. John Lennon. Paul's best friend. Oh my God!!!

Me: Um, sorry, this isn't Paul McCartney, I'm afraid. I'm Linda Eastman, the exchange student. We have arithmetic together.

John: oh sorry to bother you I can barely see the screen, but im pretty much used to typing pauks number

John: *oaul

John: *paul damn ksyboard and my blind af-ness

Me: pauk?!? Lol

John: *koyboard

John: don of a bitch I cant type

John: fuck it i need glasses

Me: any chance you could, maybe, give me pauks number? 😂😜 (btw idk if you guys know anyone like this but I'm one of those people that totally overuse emojis 😁)

John: lmao sure its *number here bc I lack creativity to actually create one*

Me: thanks, john

I couldn't believe it. I now have Paul McCartney's number. Thoughts raced through my head as I started a new message. And a new contact; 'pauk mchotnesscartney 😘😍😍😍😍😘'

Paul's POV

Son of a bitch, it smelled awful. When I got home, it was just Mike and I. Not any surprise of course, knowing Dad was God knows where. I just went to my room and started playing guitar chords, just letting my mind drift of in A minor. My thoughts got interrupted by hearing my phone notification go off. I checked it wondering who this unknown number was.

"Hey, there cutie. Remember me? It's Linda 😋"

My heart skipped a beat. Maybe fate really does want us together.

I was about to text her back then I got a FaceTime request (ok I don't have an iPhone so I don't know how they work, I'm judt going off of what my phone does so pardon me if it's inaccurate af) from Jane. I almost threw my phone up in the air when it popped up. A picture of me and her popped up as my phone vibrated and playing Big Bopper's 'Chantilly Lace', so you can imagine how this startled me. Considering I wanted to survive till the next sunrise, I answered her.

Should I feel guilty about thinking about another girl the whole time I was talking with Jane? Because I don't regret it a single bit. But how can I be in love with someone while someone else is in love with me?