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"C'mon, fellas," he said with a rush of panic surging through him. "I didn't know she was your sister!"
"You kissed her, and now you're gonna die, pretty boy!"
The thugs had Paul cornered in an ally, wearing ugly sneers on their faces with their hands curled tight into fists. There was at least five of them and they all had one thing on their minds - they wanted to beat Paul McCartney into a bloody pulp.
Paul tried to back up some more, but he hit the concrete wall and there was nowhere else to go. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and he never felt so afraid in his life.
"It was just a kiss," he protest. "She liked i
Distractions, Distractions.... Paul walked around, straightening out the pillows on the couch and the blankets draped over them. John watched him from his perch on the armrest, amused. "You really think it's that bad in here, huh?" he remarked, taking a pull on the cigarette in his hand.
"It's filthy!" Paul looked up at him, pausing for a moment in the middle of dusting the coffee table. "Why didn't you let me clean this before?"
"Because I knew you'd go crazy at it." John raised an eyebrow as he knelt down to pull fur from under the couch. "Let it go, Paul."
"Yeah, that isn't going to happen." Paul laughed. He stood up and walked primly to the garbage, dropping it
Read my diaryJohn Lennon was spending time at Paul McCartney's place. They were both giving the last arrangements for a new song they just wrote, when Paul said: "I need to take a bath. I feel dirty. Just wait for me I may spend some time 'cause I also need to clean my face with facials and "
John interrupted the younger boy and laughed a little: "It's ok, Macca. I get it. Take all the time you need."
As Paul locked himself in the bathroom, the older Beatle decided to prepare a little prank for his best friend and band mate by hiding one of his treasured objects. What could he hide? John opened the little drawer from Paul's nightstand and saw
You Are My MorningScotland, 1967
The early morning sun poked its head up with rays of sunshine. Birds were chirping for the new day. And Paul was half awake on top of John in the barn. He broke into a lazy smile once he felt the sudden rise and fall of his lover's chest heave up and down. He knew he never wanted to get up from this position. It was his idea for them to make love last night in the barn with the animals. The horses didn't mind. They were all facing the other direction in their stalls. And John was so gentle and so warm. Not once did Paul feel unsafe with him. John wouldn't hurt him on purpose.
When the rooster crowed, John's body went still fo
OuchAfter they kissed each other good morning, George immediately noticed the split on the bottom half of Paul's lip. He blinked a few times and gently took his partner's jaw with one hand, stroking the side of his chin with his thumb.
"How the hell did this happen to you, Paulie?" he asked with slight fear and confusion in his voice.
"Mm, what?" Paul said, but already knew what he was talking about.
"Damn it, your lip," George growled. "It's all puffy and swollen up!"
"I fell in the middle of the night," Paul replied lamely. "I wanted a glass of water in the kitchen and tripped over Martha's dog dish, hitting my lip on the counter."
Boyhood BoredomAunt Mimi was sitting in a lawnchair outside with a book in her hands, reading. Her pesky ten-year-old nephew was standing right behind her holding a water balloon high above his head.
"Drop that on me, John, and you won't live to see another day," the cold-blooded aunt said in a soft, but firm tone of voice.
John scowled and lowered the balloon down to his stomach. "How did you know I was even there?" he stepped around in front of her with his face all pinched up.
"I have eyes on the back of my head," Aunt Mimi answered. She didn't smile. She flipped a page in her book and kept reading.
"I'm bored. There's nothing to do!" John began toss
Yesterday Paul stared morosely out the window. The month was here. The month were he'd look out the window and see the burnt, golden leaves gently swirling against a warm, yet chilly background. The month that held not one, but two grievances for him now.
He was curled on his favourite chair, leaning against the windowsill. Linda had taken the kids out for some Halloween cheer, alone because he just didn't feel up to it. He was lucky she understood why.
He sighed as some leaves swirled past the window, dancing their subtle steps in harmony with each other in that wild way that nothing could ever copy. Two leaves, always following each o
I've Just Seen A Face He sighed, sprawled on the couch. He reached out for a fluffy pillow, cuddling it under his stomach.
I didn't stop playing. The poignant sounds of the piano that normally cheered him up now just seemed to irritate him, especially whenever I screwed something up from my anxiety.
After the seventh time I did, he finally lifted his head. "Can you just stop?" he snapped.
I did for a minute, caught off guard. My fingers jumped, breaking the complete rhythm of the notes as easily as a mistake on the keys themselves. "You never usually want the sound of a piano to stop." I said hesitantly. I set my fingers against the keys, but didn't play.
MononucleosisP.O.V. John Lennon
I was at home with my lovely Paul, he was feeling sick, and that’s why he was lying on bed, watching TV.
“Do you need something, love?” I asked as the good boyfriend I am.
“Just a cup of tea, please. Don’t make contact with it, wear plastic gloves.”
“Mmmm, sure Macca.”
I went to the kitchen to serve him the tea. Why did he want me to wear gloves, anyway? I didn’t even know we had plastic gloves here. My conclusion was that I have a crazy boyfriend (who has a boyfriend who’s crazy in love with him)
I brought him the cup to the bed, “Here’s your tea
I Got YouCentral Park
"I don't think I can do this," Paul murmured. He was sitting on the park bench watching John tie his left roller skate. "What happens if I crash?"
"You won't, don't worry," John said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I'll make sure to hold your hand the entire time, okay?"
Paul chuckled. "That would make us look queer!"
John gazed up with his eyebrows raised, not replying. Paul's smile disappeared. He soon got really pissed and tried to swift kick John, missing completely.
"We're not, you know," Paul mumbled.
"Not what?" John said looking calm and innocent.
"Queer." Paul cleared his throat and nervously scratch
I'm Down Chp. 5Paul looked carefully at him again, but he looked like he'd calmed down a bit. He stared out the window, trying to process his own emotions. Was he scared of doctors? Of course not. Scared? Nah.
But maybe nervous. Maybe.
John stopped the car in front of the walk-in clinic, but neither made a move to get out. Paul nearly started biting his pinkie again, but John's warning glare was enough to keep his hand down. He gulped and smiled uneasily at him. "Ready?"
"You're the one getting tested," John pointed out. He smiled reassuringly and kissed his hand. "Whenever you're ready to go, babe."
Paul smiled and said, "Can I get one last kiss be
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 1 "Are you guys ready to start?" Paul said irritably. His normally-sparkling dark doe-eyes were now sparking with irritation as George and John coordinated something on the guitars.
"Almost." John answered, distracted.
"No need to get jealous, Paul." George laughed, looking up at him. Paul rolled his eyes, sitting down to tune the bass a bit. He was glad George and Ringo had accepted them as a couple, but the teasing wasn't always the lightest.
Ringo blinked his baby blue eyes. His vision was starting to blur, and he heard a quiet ringing in his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, ignoring the scratches from the drumsticks in his hand.
She Loves You Paul rolled over. He couldn't fall asleep, no matter how many songs he sung or how many times he counted the stars he could see out his window.
He knew why. John wasn't with him. Just that day, their parents had found out about their queer relationship. And now, his father didn't want John anywhere near his son.
Paul frowned in the dark. He'd had the worst fight of his life with his father today. His eyes drifted towards the phone, so tempting. But he didn't know if he was even allowed to phone or not.
Screw that, he finally decided. He slipped out of bed, padding silently over to the phone. He slowly tugged it off, spinning the dials
Therapy Session pt 2Betsy took a deep breath and said in a high, shaky voice, "Let's not panic." Her hand flew to her mouth and Paul was still smiling on the couch.
He didn't panic. He felt great. He began to watch his oddball therapist get up from her leather chair and walk over to the smashed tape recorder on the carpet floor. While she picked up the broken pieces, his smile vanished once he realized what he done.
"Oh gosh," Paul whispered. "Please forgive me, Betsy..." He started to get up from the couch to go help her with the mess, but she shot him a glare that said Stay away from me you crazy bastard. He swallowed hard and sat back down.
"I can get you
While My Guitar Gently Weeps Chp.2I grinned back at him. "See? Just that took my mind off everything."
He laughed and leaned back, keeping my hand. "Good. Oh, and I'm staying here overnight."
I was touched. "For me? Rings, you don't have to do that. You spend enough time in the hospital already."
"It's fine. I want to make sure you're okay." He shrugged, but I could tell he was proud.
I smiled gently at him, then yawned. He chuckled and leaned forward again. "Tired, dear?"
"Yeah." I said. "Surprisingly."
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep, love. I'll still be here."
I yawned again. "Good. Have a good sleep, Rings...."
Snow is Obviously More Important Than The BeatlesDebbie's mother closed the window to try to stop the drone of screaming reaching their hotel room.
"These children never stop screaming." she chuckled at her husband who was sitting with his new camera, shining it.
Debbie kept on eating her breakfast which consisted of cornflakes and fruit. She didn't understand why they were people yelling outside their hotel.
"Get dressed, we're going to see the Beatles*." her father patted her back.
She looked at him confused and kept on eating. Her mother brushed her short light brown hair. She then took her to her room and got her warmly dressed.
"You're going with daddy, okay? I'll be there later.
Valentine's Day FunJohn woke up to a murky morning. The clouds looked doleful, and the wind was shaking the trees. He assumed it was late, but it was pretty early. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to fall asleep again, but he couldn't, so he just stared at the ceiling thinking about sleep. Suddenly he jolted up and realized he had done nothing and it was Valentine's Day. John grabbed his Buddy Holly glasses and started to make his bed. He jumped in the shower, and took his time. He wanted to feel and look good for today, just for George.
Christ, how much he loved that man; he thought while washing his hair. He loved him oh so much, and John only felt l
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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