You didn't feel my passion.

Chapter 3 ~ Paul's talent.

It was the day after, and it was school again, John walked into his school feeling exhausted after his almost sleepless night. He noticed Paul straight away, already seeing him snogging a different girl next to his locker, even better. He barged past his friends who were talking about nonsense. As he walked past them Pete yelled "Oi! John why did you just leave yesterday? Without even telling us." Then Stuart answers after him "Yeah Johnny! Why did you?" Both of them confused.

John ignored them and decided to keep on walking over to Paul, ready to pick a fight after the foolishness he felt yesterday. "McCartney! What do you think you are playing at! You-" John yelled in rage but didn't finish his sentence. Paul quickly pulled off the woman. "What do you want Lennon?"

John felt his anger fade away when he noticed a guitar case, set down next to Paul's feet with Elvis Presley stickers all over it. "Uhm..is that your guitar case right there?" John asked hoping that he would agree "Oh, yeah it is indeed, I like to play y'know" Paul answered confused from the sudden mood change in John. "Uh come on Paul!" The girl whined. Begging him to go somewhere else. "Get lost Katherine! You're no use to me anymore." Paul scoffed as the girl ran away sobbing. John gave a pleased smirk and quickly hid it, as though he didn't want to seem suspicious. "I play too, meet me at the town's park? I wanna' see your skill, maybe you will be able to cut it for my band The Quarrymen." John trying to keep his excitement level down. "Sure, why not?" Paul answered. John walked away back to his friends feeling better. "Why were you talking to that little booger?" Stuart starting to become suspicious as he saw the way John looked at Paul. "None of your damn business Stuart!" John slightly annoyed and walked away. He spent the rest of the day without seeing Paul, he had to be honest, he kinda' missed looking at his perfect face. He could of sworn Paul McCartney was crafted by angels.

After school, John headed to the park to meet with Paul. He walked over to the bench where Paul was sitting with his guitar and of course, he would be having a chit chat with a female. "Paul? What is that doing here?" John asked disappointingly as he wanted it to be only them at the park . "Oh! I don't know, I was sitting here and she just came over.." Paul nudged her "Hey, can you go now, I have things to do sweetheart" John has gotten a little irritated 'sweetheart' he thought in aggravation. The woman got up after receiving Paul's number, kissed him on the cheek and walked away. John finally sat down on the tiny cramped bench next to Paul. John felt very nervous..touching thighs with Paul..stupid bench..but he was also fine with it. He finally brought himself together. "So, show me what you got, little princess" Paul stood up in front of John, smirking confidently, He opened his mouth and started smoothly singing the song that he had wrote. John instantly drew a smile on his face, listening to Paul McCartney sing in his beautiful, charming voice was like a gift, he looked down at his hand strumming the old, worn out guitar, he made it look so easy, John knew Paul was gifted with pure talent. As he finished his song, John jumped up "Alright, you're in." Trying to seem like he didn't care at all. "Oh, I already knew I was going to be in, no worries, I'm quite good after all." Paul being sarcastic. "No, but seriously, Thank you John!" Paul hugged John in thankfulness. John stood silent while in his arms, it felt so right..John realised that he had definitely fallen for James Paul McCartney and he couldn't ignore that....