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Chapter Seven: The Dropout And The Angel
"You want to try out for a sport team?" George Martin, the Abbey Road PE teacher asked still shocked at the request.
“Yes, yes I’ve said so two times already.” John said impatiently.
“What team?” Mr.Martin quickly regained his composure enough to ask.
“Whatever team, just a sport team. Doesn’t matter which one.” John answered, his lips twisted and his eyebrows raised in annoyance.
Mr.Martin gave John a strange look and the Teddy Boy scoffed, sport can’t be that hard.
“Ok so we can rule out Shot Put, Discus and any other sport that involves an incredibly dangerous object you can hurt someone with.” Mr. Martin tutted as he wrote down the names under ‘Sports Mr. Lennon is never, never aloud to even try again’.
“In all honesty I think those people shouldn’t have been in my way when I was sporting.” John defended.
“They were miles away.” Mr. Martin argued.
“Hey all I’m saying is they should have been more miles away.” John held his hands up as a sign of surrender.
“Let’s try running, the only person you can hurt in this sport is yourself.” Mr. Martin suggested quickly as John was inching towards the pole vaulting, he didn’t need Lennon taking someones eyes out.
As it turns out John was actually quite good at running. He looked out of place among the jocks but he could run as well as any of them.
He’d win Paul back and he’d change himself completely if he had to, he’d make Paul see he wasn’t just a Teddy Boy who took him for granted. John planned to impress Paul with his new upstanding hobby: running.
A week after John was let into the running team he was doing laps around the oval, he was fast and ahead most of the other runners but he lost his footing as his gaze focused on Paul, who was sitting on the edge of the white bleachers staring at him, next to him sat the date Paul had casually called lame but John didn’t take much time looking or thinking about him.
Paul’s face was the only thing John could see, only thing he could focus on and when running that wasn’t the best idea.
John fell on the ground with a loud grunt. His ankles hurt and his head throbbed as he heard footsteps running towards him.
"John, Johnny are you ok?" A worried voice asked.
Despite the pain in John’s head the Teddy Boy smiled.
“Am now.” He turned his smile towards Paul and the younger boy sighed happily.
“I’ll help you up.” Paul offered, already taking on of John’s arms and pulling him up, John held Paul’s shoulder to steady himself and Paul smiled at the contact.
Once again the whole world seemed irrelevant and not worth a damn thought as they stared at each other, The both of them lost in their world completely made up of the other.
"Wanna leave?" John asked.
“What about your running?” Paul teased.
“Only joined for you and now you’re here, I say I’ve won so far, I think now’s a good time as any for a second change anyhow.” John said, his eyes pleading and hopeful as his mouth was set in a cool grin.
“Fine.” Paul answered as if he had been contemplating for hours. “Let’s go.”
They linked arms and walked away with each other happily.
“I’m so happy you agreed to go out with me.” John smiled.
“I’m getting deja vu.” Paul replied, his voice shining with content.
“I like it.” John nodded.
His hand snaked across the table towards Paul’s, once their hands were linked they threaded their fingers together and smiled.
"Hey look it’s Johnny and his da-your new friend." A voice that sounded all to familiar echoed in John’s ears and he groaned.
“Lennon what are you doing with my new friend?” George’s voice caused John to slam his head on the table.
“Nothing now.” John muttered causing Paul to giggle at his pain.
George and Ringo sat themselves down firmly next to their respected friends.
Ringo stole John’s food while George hissed in Paul’s ear about how rotten John was.
It couldn’t much worse really. But as fate decided whenever those four (John, Paul, George and Ringo) were together something always could.
"Look! It’s John and Paul! Isn’t that romantic!" Klaus’ voice seemed to screech.
“Calm down crazy.” Keith warned as his hands hovered over his ears.
“I told you! I told you!” Mick screeched in Keith’s covered ears.
“And its George and Starr.” Eric teased.
“Who would have thought that was going to happen.” Bob said, sarcasm dripping from his mouth.
Thu Rebels crowded around the table on Paul and George’s side. Mick ordered food on John’s tab and Eric wouldn’t stop grinning at George. Klaus cooed at Paul, clapping out how cute He was and Keith sat down on Paul’s other side and stole the his new friends food.
John knew without a doubt despite how much their groups claimed to hate each other, when The Rebels were about John’s Quarrymen weren’t far behind.
‘Speak of the devil.’ John muttered when he heard the door open.
"Look at John’s hot date." Pete teased with a hoot and a wink.
“Looks like Rings grew some balls.” Brian grinned, his voice booming with laughter.
“Such a sweet scene.” Astrid, Stu’s long time girlfriend, observed sincerely.
“Good on ya Johnny.” Stu sneered jokingly with a hint of pride.
Within a second The Quarrymen were crowding the table too.
The voices of the two gangs merged, they talked and laughed and it seemed to them that they were the only ones there. They paid no mind to any of the other occupants in the diner.
"Let’s leave." John whispered.
Paul looked to his left and sighed sadly as he saw Keith eating all his food, with one last look at what seemed to be a delicious sandwich Paul slipped away with John.
"I can’t believe you made that stupid bet." George hissed and Ringo.
“I’ll win, stop ya worrying.” Ringo assured angrily.
“You can’t even bloody sing you dolt.” George gritted out.
“Are you saying I’m not gonna win?!”
“That’s exactly what time saying!”
“I can’t believe you-“
“You’re an idiot!”
George and Ringo continued to fight and yell until they were both standing out of their seats, they glared at each other and both stomped towards the exit-still arguing all the way.
"This is lame, wanna go Astrid?" Stu asked. As he said Astrid’s name Stu’s voice was loving, his eyes locked onto hers and she nodded.
Pete left soon after, seeing a cute girl he walked over and before any time at all. He left, with a cute Burnett on his arm.
"Let’s go." Keith said as he finished Paul’s food.
“But I’m not done.” Mick protested as all the food he ordered on John’s account arrived.
“We’ll eat at my place.” Keith groaned as if he was talking to a child.
“Fine.” Mick pouted.
“I’ll go with you.” Brian announced as he got his coat off the back of his chair.
“Whatever.” Keith shrugged as he dragged Mick away from the food.
"I think thats our cue to go." Eric sighed. Bob nodded and stood up out of his chair.
“You coming Klaus?” Eric asked.
“No I’m fine.” Klaus replied, hiding the sadness in his voice. “I’m gonna stay here for a while, you guys go on ahead.”
Bob and Eric looked at each other before shrugging and leaving.
Klaus look down at the table and sighed, He hit himself on the head and kicked the leg of the table slightly.
"What’s wrong dear?" Mona Best asked. A nice caring woman who worked at the diner, although she was Pete Best’s mother both gangs liked her. She shared no traits with her son and was incredibly kind to both The Quarrymen and The Rebels.
"My parents kicked me out." Klaus sighed. The sadness in his voice heartbreaking. "They said they couldn’t support me if I wasn’t going to school."
“Oh dear.” Mona bit her lip, She eventually smiled and placed a hand on Klaus’ arm in a comforting way.
“I’ll make up a bed in the back room and You can sleep there for the night.”
Klaus jumped up and hugged the older woman fiercely.
“Thank you! Thank you!” The German repeated until his voice was hoarse.
Klaus walked into the back room of the diner and smiled to himself.
“Mrs Best is so nice.” He said quietly. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as nice as her.” He continued fondly.
Klaus, too caught up in his thoughts, didn’t notice the bedding Mona had put out. He walked forward without looking and his feet got caught in the blanket, the handsome young boy yelped in surprise as he went tumbling to the ground.
His head hit the ground and all was black.
Until it went white.
"You know I’ve never met someone who could trip over a thin blanket, I mean it was basically just air. You totally just tripped over air just then."
A soft, soothing American voice penetrated Klaus’ ears and for a second he swore it was Bob but then he realised the voice was clearly female. His head snapped up, and standing right in front of him was a woman.
The woman was beautiful. Her face wore no makeup, her lips were set in a loving, kind smile. Welcoming to all Klaus was sure. Her hair was blond, the best kind of blond, very beautiful. Her face was thin and her eyes kind.
Klaus admired her with wide eyes.
White surrounded her, as did it him, in fact the whole room was white.
"Well you seem confused." The blond woman smiled.
“Where I am?” He asked.
“Somewhere.” The woman waved her hand. “Anyway it doesn’t matter, we’re here to talk about you.”
Klaus’ lips twisted and his forehand wrinkled in confusion.
Klaus wrung his hands together and bit his lip waiting for the woman to continue, to explain further.
"Go. Back. To. School." The beautiful blond emphasised every word, she stared at Klaus and he stared back.
Go back to school? He couldn’t now, it was too late, he’d already told the principle-
"Nothings ever too late." The woman said softly, her childlike tone gone and replaced with wisdom that looked beyond her apparent 20 or so years. "The things that are important go by quickly, memories are best experienced together. Go back to school. It’ll be quick but worth it."
All her words made sense in Klaus’ ears. He reached out towards what he was convinced was an angel but drew his hand back, He smiled and nodded at her words.
The blond smiled happily, the childlike shine back to her face and that was the last thing Klaus saw before he woke up in the back room.
“I’m going back to school.” The young German resolved determinedly.
“I’m going back to school!” Klaus announced to Keith the next day.
“What changed your mind?” Keith asked, His eyes wide with interest and happiness for his friend.
“An Angel told me to.” Klaus says happily as if it was totally normal.Keith groaned and slapped his head
Chapter Six: Hopelessly Devoted To You
Paul knew all that talk about his mother and his aunt, all the things he learnt about John, Paul knew it wasn’t lie.
It couldn’t have been, Paul reckoned himself a better judge of character than that.
"Someone have a cigarette." Paul asked, his face clouded and his eyes glazed.
Bob leaned over and handed Paul a cigarette with an amused face. Angel like, delicate looking Paul didn’t seem like the smoking type.
George watched as Paul lit the ciggy and took a buff before blowing it out like a pro, the act made George laugh and it seemed so out of character for the seemingly clean cut boy.
"No wonder Johnny liked you." George laughed. "You’re just perfect ain’t you." George sneered jokingly.
“Only a little.” Paul joked back, his voice clearly testing to see if the joke was welcomed.
George laughed and slapped Paul’s shoulder with a grin.
"I like you McCartney."
"Hey Rebels! Hey Get ya arses to the fucking window!" A voice called out from outside.
"Jesus Fuck-what the hell are they doing here?" George snapped.
“Dunno. But Rings wants ya.” Mick told George as he lifted the window up, he rushed to the window as soon as he heard Brian’s voice.
“Well we already knew that.” Eric rolled his eyes.
George glared at the man before walking to the window, standing beside Mick as he leant against the window.
George pursed his lips angrily when he saw John staring up at the window with those same hopeful eyes He had on when he saw Paul the other day.
"And it looks like Lennon wants Paul." George growled.
“Oh?” Paul began to stand up, his face red and his hands clenched by his side.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go down there and tell him you’re not interested.” George quickly offered. Before Paul could respond George was already half way out the window.
"Fuck off Lennon." George crossed his arms and stood in front of the taller boy.
“Why?” John asked putting on a tough front.
“Because Paul ain’t interested.”
“Yes he is, I know I fucked up but Paul still-“
“You can’t steal my new friend!”
"Oi Georgie." Ringo called from his car wanting to avoid a fight between the object of his affection and his best friend. "Wanna come for a ride?"
George turned his body to Ringo and sneered. Ringo felt his face drop but then his heart started beating like a drum when the scouse lad began making his way over to the car.
"You fuckers can go find another way home." George stated casually as he got into Ringo’s car.
“Oh and Lennon? Stay away from Paul.”
With that Ringo sped off. He gave John a thumbs up and even though John was anger he couldn’t stop himself from enjoying his friends happiness.
As the remaining Quarrymen muttered swears and began walking off in their separate directions home John gave Klaus’ house one last glance. He stared at that window and upon seeing Paul there he turned his body around and stood with his feet plastered on the concrete not moving on inch.
The only thing John could think of was how amazing Paul looked with the light from inside the house flushing his face, it reminded John of all the times he had stared at it during that holiday and he felt happy. Just when John felt stupid enough to call out Paul pulled himself from the window, he disappeared from John’s view.
Guilty, John walked away.
“So handsome Georgie.” Ringo said softly. Intense honesty radiated from his Liverpool voice as he ran his hand across George’s cheek gently.
“Kiss me You idiot.” George grinned.
Ringo put both his arms either side of George’s head, the older boy leaned down and George licked his lips in anticipation.
"Hey fags." A voice called smugly.
Ringo growled and looked to his side.
A grey car rolled up next to Ringo’s black Chevy Impala. The boy at the wheel-18, black curly hair and a clear, handsome face made ugly by his smugness.
"Best." Ringo gritted. "The Fuck do you want?"
“I knew you were a queer Richy but little Harrison? I didn’t know you’d stoop so low.” Pete Best sneered. He laughed and his goons, who were in his car with him equally as smug and ugly, laughed curely along with him.
“Fuck off!” Ringo yelled. He leaped off George and made a move to jump out the car to beat Pete but George snatched his arm and pulled him back.
“He’s not worth it you fucking fool.” George hissed.
"The brats right Starkey, listen to your whore." Pete stuck up his nose at George as if the thin lad was nothing.
"FUCK OFF!" George snapped angrily, He kicked the cars dash to stop himself from jumping out the car as Ringo had previously tried to do.
"What a mouth." One of Pete Best’s girlfriend Cynthia whistled mockingly.
"Fuck off." Ringo warned.
“Or what?” Pete asked.
“I’ll beat your arse.”
“Fuck oath I will, I’ll cripple ya.”
“Let’s settle this an easier way.” Pete suggested.
“Aww, doesn’t Petey want to get his hair all dirty?” Ringo cooed mockingly.
“I’ll sing, you’ll sing. Lets let the ladies, the good people decide who is better and whoever loses-well, let’s just say it won’t be a pleasant final year for you.” Pete grinned.
"Rings." George called out in warning. "Don’t fucking do it, you can’t even-"
"You’re on arsehole." George laughed.
"Fuck me sideways." George groaned. He slammed his head on the steering wheel and groaned louder until the laughs of ‘The Hurricanes’ couldn’t be heard as they drove away.
“George gonna be back?” Paul asked Keith.
“Not likely.” He answered while lighting a smoke.
“I need some air.” The newest member of the Rebels announced.
“Don’t stay out too long.” Klaus advised with a smile.
Paul walked outside, his strides lazy and uneven as his gaze was unfocused on the ground. His mind almost hazing his view in a way, John filled his eyes and it pissed Paul off to no end.
"Fuck him." Paul said with no venom, his voice not meaning the words.
He sat down in front of a water fountain like structure.
‘Of course someone like Klaus would have something like this outside their bloody house.’ Paul thought. It was big and beautiful, fit Klaus’ mind perfectly Paul mused with a smile.
He stared down into the water, looming over his reflection with his head tilted. Paul blinked rapidly as he was sure he almost saw John Lennon’s face appeared instead of his own.
"Goddamn it." Paul muttered. He splashed away John’s face and sighed heavily.
"I knew what I met the fucker-I knew my heart wasn’t the first to get broken but I sorta thought I was different." Paul stood up and gave his reflection a lopsided smile. "Sounds stupid now."
But it didn’t.
Because it wasn’t.
“So you like sport?” Paul asked with no interest at all.
“Love it, I’m real good you know what I’m sayin’” Paul’s ‘date’ responded with a mouthful of food.
“Well I’m awake and I can speak English so yes I do know what you’re saying.” Paul bit out.
His date laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard and to be honest Paul didn’t even remember his name.
Mick had decided the best way to help Paul get over John was to see other guys.
George had agreed, asked a show of hands who else agreed and that was that. The Rebels had decided and it didn’t matter what Paul wanted because they wanted the best for him even if it was making him go on a shitty date with the world’s most boring guy.
John walked in to his favorite diner in Blackpool. He walked in like he owned the place and everyone stared as he strode past, he winked at the waitresses and chuckled as they blushed.
John felt cool again, in charge but that feeling soon faded as he rounded a corner and saw Paul sitting with some chump. The guy he sat with didn’t take his eyes off Paul but Paul seemed amazingly uninterested. The look on his face would have made John laugh if he wasn’t so jealous.
Paul did a double take when he saw John out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me." Paul said quickly. He almost fell out of his seat as he sprinted away from the terrible date that was taking place.
"John." Paul greeted as he walked up to stand beside John almost cautiously, testing his ground in a way.
“Paulie.” John greeted, His smile to big for his poor attempt at being casual.
“Don’t put on an act just fucking talk to me.” Paul saw though it, as usual.
“Whats up with him?” John nodded at Paul’s date.
“Mick thought it would be a good idea.” Paul explained.
“He looks lame.” John insulted.
“He is.” Paul agreed.
They smiled at each other for the first time in what seemed like years.
"Whats he do?" John asked.
“Look at those arm, they’re like fucking rocks.”
“He’s sporty, only part of him I like really.” Paul said lazily. “I should be getting back, I can’t just leave I promised Mick I’d-“
“It’s ok.” John reassured. “But-listen Paul I’m-its hard for me to say-you know-“
“I know.” Paul interrupted. His voice filled with an understanding for John no one else had ever had before. “I know you’re sorry.”
Paul’s made John believe all was forgiven and maybe it was but John couldn’t take any chances, he’d make Paul fall for him all over again if he had to.
He was, fully and without fail, completely and hopelessly devoted to James Paul McCartney.
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Chapter Five: A Fated Reunion
“What was his name Johnny Boy?” Brian asked with a sly grin, He nudged John again while the other boys laughed.
“I told you, it doesn’t matter. I ain’t ever gonna see him again.” John gritted out.
“It matters cos this blokes got you down He has.” Ringo said while giving John a knowing look.
“Has he?” John sneered knowing it was true.
“Course he has, look at you!” Ringo exclaimed as if the pain in John’s heart was visible on his face. And maybe it was, John didn’t see it but Ringo could see the things that mattered, the things others didn’t.
“Fuck off.” John muttered.
John’s friends laughed, whistled and hooted. Nudged John and winked at him as well as each other. John could no longer hear their voices as his mind was filled with how Paul would react to all that, John was sure he’d been throwing a fit and giving each one of his friend looks that could kill.
He would have laughed but he knew better around his friends.
"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me." George dragged out.
“That’s so romantic.” Klaus clasped his hands over his chest and his eyes seemed to shine.
“Pretty fucking weird too.” Keith deadpanned with no real interest.
“Not weird. Its an amazing coincidence.” Mick nodded, his lips were pursed and his head tilted slightly in thought.
“Yeah.” Eric laughed sincerely. “What do you think Bobby?” Eric directed all attention towards Bob.
Silence overtook the shock as they all stared at Bob who was still writing on his paper, his back hunched and his eyebrows knitted in deep thought.
"Back to Paul." Keith muttered as Bob made no move to enter the conversation.
"Ok yeah, yeah back to Paul." George coughed, straightened his back, cracked his knuckles then he smiled at Paul with a very ‘Paul’ smile.
“JOHN LENNON?!” The thin scouse finally exploded.
The Rebels, even Bob, all looked at George. Their faces were either blank or amused.
All expected this reaction really.
"OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU COULD HAVE MET AND SHAGGED, DID IT HAVE TO BE LENNON?!" George ran his bony fingers through his soft, black hair and sighed deeply.
Other students stared at George but he payed them no mind.
"Done?" Eric asked. His face was full of amusement and his eyes the same. His right hand laid lazily at his side and his left hand tapped his thigh rapidly, Eric laughed softly at his friends anger.
George held up one finger.
The Rebels held their breath, all still amused but awaiting their de facto leaders next move.
Paul fit in perfectly with the group, he sat next to Mick and if he was wearing the same black leather jacket than he’d look like he’d been sitting there for years.
"Ok." George breathed out.
The Rebels laughed, They looked at each other and Paul felt his face relax.
"BUT REALLY?! JOHN LENNON?! JESUS CHRIST!"
"This might go on for a bit." Keith whispered.
"I’m sorry." Paul apologised on instinct. "I mean well I guess I am, if only for the fact it’s gotten you so worked up." Paul smiled at George and even though George knew it was fake, tailored for the purpose of making him shut up but still George felt himself be charmed.
"Does he know you’re here?" Klaus asked.
“No.” Paul answered. He paused then sighed sadly. “He thinks I’m on the other side of the bloody country.”
George clenched his hands and pursed his lips, his eye twitched slightly before he sighed.
Paul didn’t seem so bad, he seemed sweet and nice. Lennon was the problem. John Lennon was neither sweet nor nice, He was sure to break the charming, Angel faced McCartney’s heart if he ever found out the boy was at the school.
That gave George an idea.
"I think a reunion is in order, don’t you?" George smiled at his gang.)
They gave each other confused glances but nodded along. They liked Paul and at any mention of John He seemed to light up so meeting him would make him so happy, they wanted Paul happy. They all nodded.
"Let’s go then." George announced.
Mick held Paul’s shoulders and, with Klaus, walked him in the direction where they knew The Quarrymen would be with Keith and Eric trailing behind lazily.
"Lennon will break his heart you know." Bob said as he stood up.
“It’ll teach Paul not to get involved with him, it’s the only way.” George assured.
"Hey lookie over there!" Ringo whistled.
“What Rings?” Pete asked, his hands shielded over his ears. Wether Ringo knew it or not Pete found his voice loud and annoying (ok so Ringo knew it, Pete told him a number of times but that only made the big nosed comedian yell louder when in the presence of the blond scouse).
“There’s Georgie.” Ringo grinned.
“And his little gang.” John grimaced.
“Looks like they got a new member.” Stu observed.
“Harrison doesn’t just let people into his group.” Scoffed John.
“Nope, there’s definitely another guy there.” Brian chimed in.
John rolled his eyes but put on his glasses to inspect the fresh meat before the eventual meeting.
It only took a second for John to rip his glasses off and begin desperately straightening out his clothes. His grin large and his eye hopeful.
Only one person could ever look like that, only one person could ever draw such a reaction from John Winston Lennon and he was walking that way.
"What’s up?" Stu whispered eyeing John with confusion and shock.
John didn’t seem to hear him as he stared straight ahead.
"Lennon." George greeted as he and his group finally reached the Quarrymen.
“Georgie.” Ringo winked.
George ignored him, but a smile could be seen playing at his lips, as he stared at John.
The Quarrymen directed their attention to the new member.
Average height, thin face, very girly looking face (Pete observed dryly). His cheeks were a faint red and he kept staring at John, the Quarrymen would have laughed at the boy if it wasn’t for the fact John was staring back.
"Hey Johnny." Paul greeted. His smile seemed to be getting bigger by the second.
“Paulie!” John finally exclaimed. He nearly made a move to run and hug the boy but from the confused and almost amused looks he got from his friends he decided against it.
“I mean, hey babe. What are you doing here?”
“Babe?” Paul lifted one eyebrow and laughed. “What? John-I-what?”
“Listen if you want me, It’s gotta wait after school.” John grinned.
That damn grin, Paul narrowed his eyes.
"What?" Paul snapped.
“You know how I do baby, come on.” John laughed.
Paul traced John’s group behind him slowly with his Hazel eyes. They were laughing proudly and nudging John like he had just scored a goal at football.
"I thought I did." Paul seethed.
“Aw come on.” John winked.
“Fuck off Lennon.” Paul snapped. Why was John acting like a fucking twat? Why wasn’t he even acknowledging Paul? Sure he didn’t expect John to fall on his knees and cry with happiness but some acknowledgment of the relationship they shared would have been nice. He-John Lennon was just a popular tit would saw Paul as another goal.
Paul turned on his heel and stomped away, he didn’t see the way John’s fell and shoulders fell at his departure.
George did however.
John looked sad, ashamed, guilty and heartbroken himself.
‘Didn’t see that one coming.’ George thought to himself.
"Hey Paul! Wait!" Klaus called. He took off running, the young German artist was soon followed by Mick and Eric.
“Come on Harrison.” Keith nudged George’s thin shoulder as he and Bob began walking after their friends.
"Who was that?" Brian asked as George stalked after his group.
“No one.” John replied, depression seeping into his voice at an alarming rate.
Ringo and Stu shared a look between them as john’s gaze was still fixated on the spot were Paul once stood.
"Don’t be too sad." Klaus comforted.
“I’m not sad. I’m pissed.” Paul corrected.
“Oh well don’t be too-“
“Klaus this isn’t helping.” Paul sighed.
“I’m having a sleepover at my place tonight, you should come. Get your mind off Lennon. We’ll be playing music that’ll help.” Klaus suggested.
“Yeah you should.” Keith agreed. “It’ll be boring with just Mick prattling on about all the birds he’a slept with. We need someone new.”
“Fuck off dude.” Mick pouted.
Paul felt laughter bubble up his throat.
"Fine, yeah I’ll go." Paul smiled.
He couldn’t get his mind off how John acted but Klaus was right, music would indeed help.
“You ok honey?” Julia Lennon asked her son as he walked into her house and flopped onto the couch with a huff.
“I’m shit.” John mumbled into the cushion.
“What’s wrong?” The red haired woman asked. Her voice filled with nothing but concern for the boy she considered her whole world.
“I don’t want to talk about it at the moment.” John flipped himself forward and sat on the couch properly and stared at the ground intently.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at Mimi’s? She’ll worry you know.” Julia gave her son a mock harsh look in an attempt to change the subject.
“She won’t understand.” John groaned. “You will. You always do.”
“Then will you tell me?” Julia asked, the infamous Lennon temper bubbling up quickly.
"LENNON! WE’RE ‘ERE!"
"That’s shotten I have to go." John quickly explained upon seeing his mothers shocked face.
“Ok.” Julia nodded. Her beautiful face twisted in confusion. “Just don’t go around being an idiot, ok?”
“Mum.” John grinned. “There’s someone I fancy involved, now why would I go about acting foolish if my love life is at stake.” John laughed merrily as he walked out of the house.
"God give me strength." Julia muttered with a small but comically concerned smile.
“So how was your first day at Abbey Road?” Mick asked Paul as they all settled in Klaus’ room.
The Rebels all stared at Mick like he was an idiot.
"Oh." Mick slumped his body comically.
"Great." Paul rolled his eyes sarcastically.
“Its the first day and I’ve already gotten my heart broken and I’ve already got a mountain of homework.”
“See that’s why I’m quitting school, homework is a drag.” Klaus told Paul as he lied down on his bed with a yawn.
“You’re quitting school?” Paul asked, disbelieve covering his features. “To do what?”
“To be an artist.” Klaus smiled with a childlike shine.
“Good luck with that.” Paul said, and he meant it dead honest sincerity.
"Don’t worry about Lennon." Bob said. Paul had discovered that when not occupied Bob was actually very talkative and extremely witty. "He’s just an ass, not worth all the thought you’re giving him."
“Maybe.” Paul mumbled but he wasn’t convinced. The John he knew wasn’t a lie.
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Favourite Beatle? It’s so hard to pick because there’s qualities about all of them that I love, and they’re all so talented but I have to say Paul. I admire him so much and he’s just so amazing in so many ways.
Top 5 bands? The Beatles, 5 Seconds Of Summer, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Nirvana, All Time Low (is that 6? I’m rebel I don’t care)
Top 10 songs? Stairway To Heaven (Led Zeppelin). For No one (The Beatles). Come As You Are (Nirvana). Let It Be,Hey Jude (The Beatles). Baba O’Riley (The Who). Therapy, Break your little heart (All Time Low). Unpredictable (5sos). Tears In Heaven (Eric Clapton).
Favourite book? The Once And Future King.
Celebrity crush? Either Paul McCartney or Luke Hemmings (or Michael Clifford because we’re alike)
Favourite Beatles Girl? Either Cynthia or Pattie.
What’s your reputation at the school? The girl who makes terrible puns, but through the teachers I’m the one who talks too much and fails every Math test.
Do you believe in heaven or something after death? I believe in Heaven.
Favourite era (you know 20’s, 60’s…) The 60’s.
Favourite serie? I’m only guessing this means TV series? God I hope so, anyway I’ll say Supernatural at the moment.
What do you think of my blog? Love it. You read a lot of my FanFic and I love you for that haha :P
1. If you could go back in time which old Rock Star (or actor) would you want to meet the younger version of?
2. What’s your opinion on the Lennon/McCartney friendship?
3. What do you think of my blog?
4. Favourite movie?
5. What words would you use to describe yourself?
6. What made you like The Beatles?
7. Why do you think The Beatles have stayed popular for so long?
8. Favourite actor (or actress)?
9. An actor you hate? Why?
10. Are you a social person?
11. How would you describe ‘normal’?
Aw omg thank you so much! I’m smiling like an idiot, just thank you! Xxxx :D
Chapter Five will be up in a few days I hope :)
Hahaha no, no, no. Don’t worry I won’t haha
I’m not sure if I’ll make anyone pregnant, if a pregnancy scare does appear in my fic as like the movie it’ll probably happen to Astrid in regards to her relationship with Stu but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fit it in the fic.
But don’t worry, no one will be pregnant haha Xx
Thank you! The next Chapter will be posted in a few days Xx :)
Omg thank you so much! I’m smiling like a crazy person while reading this!
I’m glad you liked how I wrote George, I was so worried wether it would be good or not haha
Thank you! Xx
Aw haha thank you! Xx yay I’m so happy you liked it :)
Thank you! I really wanted to just throw in everyone I loved in the story haha Thank you so much for liking it! Xx :3