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John was struggling to open the drawer in the kitchen that held his colored pencils.
"THIS STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT." He yelled, but then his eyes bulged. His Aunt Mimi closed her book and faced John with a glare of a vulture. John pivoted a foot and turned around with a nervous smile.
"What did you just say John Winston Lennon?" She said sternly.
"I said...this stupid plunking peace and bits." John stammered with a half grin.
" that even supposed to MEAN?" She spurted out.
John looked down and kept quiet.
"That's what I thought. Now go to room!" She pointed at the stairs.
John looked at the clock and it read 9:24. He didn't feel like fighting with her. He let go of his tight grip of the knob. The drawer burst open and Mimi looked at the mess on the floor. John picked up the mess and took his colored pencils and took them to his room. He didn't know what to draw this time. He absently kindly sketched a basic face and slowly started drawing George, though he couldn't get his cheek bones just right. John had a growing crush on George. He hoped he didn't know, it would be quite embarrassing if he found out, but he wanted to tell him. In his mind he doubted he would feel the same way. How could he love John? There didn't seem to be anything to love about him. He didn't feel worthy of his love. He turned his head lamely to the clock and it had only been 10 minutes. He wasn't even close to being tired. John got up from his shaky bed and tip toed to the hall.  He picked up the phone and he tried to dial the phone as quietly as possible. John accidently pressed a button too hard and Mimi yelled,
"John, what are you doing using the phone?" She called from downstairs.
"I bumped into it accidently...uh because I need to use the loo."
Aunt Mimi rolled her eyes and continued into her book.
John tried to dial again.
"Harrison." He whispered.
"We'll connect." The lady said.
"Hello?" The other end of the line answered. It was George's mum.
"Oh hello Mrs. Harrison." he said in the most pleasant voice.
"Oh, hello John, how 're yeh?"
"I'm alright and you?"
"I'm fine; do you want me to get Georgie?" John heard in the background. "Muuum." He whined.
"Okay, do you want me to George?" She asked again.
"Yes, please." He giggled to himself. He actually liked to hear him be called Georgie, his own Georgie.
"'Ello?." He answered thick scouscer accent.
"Hey George, I was just wondering if you would come over, Mimi sent me to me room." He explained.
George smiled to himself and his head was blowing with excitement. He had a crush on John since he first saw him on the bus. He absolutely adored the way he carried himself out, with the Teddy boy style, his guitar playing, and his raggedy voice.
"George?" John stopped his trance.
"Yeah," he looked side by side and whispered in the phone.
"Just need to sneak out, I'll be there in a few minutes."
"And George, bring me a beer." He asked.
"Alright, bye." He left to the kitchen. The fridge held only one bear. "Eh, enough." He thought with a shrug.
"G'night" he waved upstairs.
"G"night George." His parents called from the couch. He quickly ran upstairs, but then remembered his brother was in town to visit.
Fuck. How was he supposed to leave? He decided to pretend to sleep. He got in bed quietly and watched to see if his brother was awake. He wasn't. He opened the window and grabbed the beer and slowly slid down the side of the house. He almost fell, but Peter didn't hear a thing.
He started to take the walk to John's house. He suddenly saw a police man walking around. He turned around to his direction and George hid in a bush. He tried to be as quiet as possible. The man sped his way.
"I know some kid is here." He looked around the area.
"Go home kid, and there won't be trouble." He yelled.
George stayed quiet and waited until his footsteps to go away. He sighed and tried to pick the twigs in his hair.
He made it to John's house and he needed a way to get his attention. He picked up a pebble and threw it at the window. No one came so he decided to climb up. The tree that leaned on the house was perfect to reach his room.
"Rapunzel, Repunzel open yer fucking window." He said to himself. George got to his window and could only see a little. He knocked on his window. John got up and looked at the window. He saw the top of someone's head and he realized it was George. He opened the window and smiled.
"May I help you?" He leaned out.
"Just let me in." He pleaded.
"Where's my beer?"
"Below me." John turned around and heard walking.
"John? What is that noise?"
George got scared and slipped down to the ground. He landed in a bush.
"George!" He called.
John heard George groan in pain. He climbed down the tree and attended him.
"Are you alright?" He moved the hair from his face. George had some cuts and twigs once again in his hair.
"John?" His aunt yelled. She was coming upstairs.
"I'll be right back, it's alright." He smoothed the guitarist's hair. John climbed up the tree again and jumped on his bed. He picked up a pencil then started to doodle.
"I've called you, what is that noise?" She held her book in her hands.
"Oh, some bird flew by and hit the window."
Mimi raised her eyebrow and left to her room downstairs.
"Just go to sleep." After she left John ran down to George.
"Where does it hurt?" He lifted him.
"Everywhere." George chuckled.
"Grab my shoulders and don't forget my beer." George latched his thin body onto John and smiled to himself. John carried the scent of smoke and some sort of food. John piggybacked him up the tree while George rested his head on John. He didn't want to let go, but John was already up his room. His room was dimly lit and his bed was covered with paper and pencils. John grabbed the disturbance on his bed and set them on his desk. He laid the crippled one on his bed.
John left to the hallway and came back with a little box. He opened the small box which held band aids, rubbing alcohol, and gauzes. John rubbed some medicine on a gauze and rubbed some on George's hand.
"Quite the fall." He put on a band aid. Then he worked on his face.
"I got scared." George liked being nursed by John and John liked to care for George, he really wished he could tell him how he felt.
"Look at yer hair!" John exclaimed when George shifted.
"There are are twigs and shit." He took one out.
"C'mere." He lifted him up and set a pillow behind him.
John took out a comb to comb out the twigs in his hair.
"Christ, you have lots of hair, me comb got stuck." He tried to pull it out.
"It's not my fault."
John threw the little twigs outside and closed the window. George looked at John's drawings.
"Who's this?" George pointed at the picture John drew.
John forgot to put away the drawing.
"Oh well I needed something to practice." He looked away.
"I like, you're really good." George picked up other drawings.
John opened the beer George brought him.
"This isn't enough to get drunk." He took a swing and passed it to George who drank some too. He laid down on John's bed and played with pillow. They talked for a bit and finished the beer.
John through their whole conversation decided to tell George today...or maybe tomorrow, but he needed to confess to him. But how would he do it?
"Yeah?" He was facing the wall.
"Yesterday, I saw this guy getting beat up."
"Was he alright?"
"I don't know, but he was queer." John gulped.
"They beat him because he was queer, harsh." George accidently said. He got nervous for a second and now he was certain John would think he was queer.
"So you wouldn't hate me..." he turned around.
George got up and faced John.
John regretted what he said.
"I mean queers." He quickly blurted out.
"John are ye a queer?" George hoped he would say yes.
John didn't say anything and continued to draw. He thought George would forget the question. But he didn't. He saw John's face turn scarlet red and John licked his lips. George got up and stood behind John. He turned his chair around and looked right into his eyes which cried out with embarrassment. George made a bold move and slowly reached down and got dead close to his face. John didn't push him away or anything so he touched his lips slowly with his lips. John was completely stunned and didn't move. George kissed him gently and was scared at what John would do after he finished.
"Yes." He finally answered his question.
George broke the kiss and looked at him again. John still looked shocked so he backed away.
"I'll just...leave."
John bounced up and ran to grab him, but he tripped, so he grabbed by his waist.
"No,no,no, please don't leave me, please, George I love you, I want you, don't leave me, I need you, oh please, don't go." John pleaded.
George had never seen him like that, all vulnerable.
"Did you love me, when you first met me too?"
"Yes, I felt like such a poof when I started to love you, but I couldn't help myself."
"I felt the same way…"
John smiled a little and threw him on the bed. He hovered over him and kissed him. This time he was the active one. George was the first one to fall sleep in the comfort of John's chest.
Another J/G.
Sorry if there are any mistakes, i'm tired, and it's not one of my best stories, but I decided to submit it anyways.
I do not own John nor George.
Happy Belated Birthday George!
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CookieMonster9877 Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2012
AWWWWWWWW.... that was so good. I have warm fuzzy feels.
johnpaulgeorgeringo7 Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2012  Student Writer
thanks so much for reading! (:
allysonpotter97 Featured By Owner May 6, 2012   Writer
Awwww! How cute! ^_^ I love them together! And I love how you made John admit he was gay before George this time. Usually, in most fanfictions, George is the first one, but I liked how you made it John first this time!! =D
johnpaulgeorgeringo7 Featured By Owner May 6, 2012  Student Writer
I'm glad you liked it!
thanks for reading (:
allysonpotter97 Featured By Owner May 6, 2012   Writer
You're welcome! I really hope you do another one!!!
ImagineAppleScruffs Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Awww... :love:

johnpaulgeorgeringo7 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
thanks for reading :)
ImagineAppleScruffs Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
No problem! It was delightful! :)

Indigomaiden Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012
johnpaulgeorgeringo7 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
:D thanks for reading.
guitarlife1141 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
wow it's great! I love it! :) you did a great job!
johnpaulgeorgeringo7 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
thanks so much :D
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