Are teachers and parents allowed to date?

Chapter 2

"Oh my god, Geo," Paul exclaimed, flopping onto his best friend's couch. "I'm in love."

George laughed loudly, trying to force Dhani to eat his peas. "With who?!"

Paul blushed deeply, "His name's John and he's the hottest man I've ever seen in my life."

"I feel like you're about to explode, so tell me everything," George said with a grin.

"He's 23, the most beautiful eyes, like honey and good soup! He's like barely shorter than me, has the sweetest little boy, a real straight sorta beaky nose, a breathtaking smile. He's got this really pretty auburn hair that's like a 60s style cut, like Mick Jagger but hotter. Oh Geo, he's got a great ass," Paul sighed dreamily.

"1, why would you compare his eyes to soup, and 2, he has a kid?!" George exclaimed.

"I like soup!" Paul defended, "And yeah, his kid's one of my students. He's friends with Dhani." He turned to his nephew, "Dhani do you remember Julian?"

"Yeah!! He's my bestest friend!!" Dhani clapped, "You love Julian's dad?!"

"George, what do I do?!" Paul sighed, ignoring Dhani's question, "He's the parent of one of my students! That can't be allowed! But I'm not gonna give up, his ass is too nice!"

George shrugged, "Parent teacher conference, he leaves his kid with a friend, you make out with him, accidentally tell him you're in love with him, you get married, boom suddenly you're teaching your own son."

"But what if he doesn't feel the same!? I'd lose my job if I randomly snogged a parent!"

"Paul you're a catch! Of course he feels the same!"

"When he drops off Jules tomorrow, I'll flirt with him a bit, but not enough where I get security called on me for commenting on his ass," Paul decided.

"Daddy what's an ass?" Dhani asked George. 

George turned beet red, "It's a bad word for bum that Uncle Paul shouldn't say," he hissed at Paul.

"Why does uncle Paul like Julian's daddy's bum?"

With another glare at Paul, George tried to explain, "Uncle Paul's very weird and thinks butts are nice to look at."

Dhani nodded slowly, still not understanding, "But then why doesn't he look at your bum?"

George sighed heavily, "Because he doesn't like my bum, he only likes the bums of certain people, like Julian's dad."

"Ohhh," Dhani nodded.

"Dhani, you can't tell anyone, alright?" Paul said slowly, "It's a secret between you, me, and your dad."

Dhani nodded and smiled.

~~~
(About a week later)

"Dhani says Mr. Cartney likes your bum, papa," Julian told his father, fiddling with his seat belt.

"WHAT?!" John swerved the car and nearly drove off the road.

"Papa! Watch the road!" Julian exclaimed.

John sighed, his heart beating a million times a minute, "I'm sorry Jules. Could you say that again? About Mr. McCartney?"

"Dhani said that Mr Cartney told his papa that he likes your bum and thinks your eyes are like soup," Julian recounted.

"You're sure that's what he said?!"

Julian nodded impatiently, "Yes, papa! Why does Mr. McCartney like your bum?"

John shrugged, an excited smile on his red face, "That's what I'm wondering too, love."

~~~

John walked into the classroom the next morning, holding Julian's tiny hand.

"Alright Jules, go find Dhani!" John grinned at his son.

"So, Mr McCartney," John smiled confidently, "Jules said that Dhani told him you liked my bum."

"Getting our gossip from six year olds, are we John?" Paul raised a thin eyebrow, his cheeks dusted in red.

"Well I saw Jules tell me with my own eyes, my own soupy eyes," John chuckled.

Paul buried his face in his hands and groaned, "I can't ever have a conversation around Dhani ever again."

John laughed, "Nono, tell me what you think of my soupy eyes!"

"In my defense I said honey first, then soup," Paul chuckled.

John fluttered his eyelashes jokingly, smirking at Paul. "About to write me some poetry, are we McCartney?"

Paul laughed fully, a sound that made John's stomach clench, "He's got a great bum, and two thumbs, eyes like soup and doesn't smell like poop," he recited dramatically, "A beak for a nose, son keeps me on my toes, John Lennon, the man with eyes of soup."

John laughed heartily alongside Paul, "Your last line didn't rhyme, but I'll treasure it forever."

"You better, Mr Soup Eyes," Paul smiled crookedly, "Now be on your way, I've got a class to teach."

"Hey Paulie," Paul turned around, "You've got a nice bum too," John whispered with a wink.

Paul, now red faced, began doing his good morning routine.

John blew him a dramatic kiss and left.

~~~
"He's got a great bum and two thumbs, eyes like soup and doesn't smell of poop, beak for a nose, son keeps him on his toes, John Lennon, the man with eyes of soup," John muttered to himself with a grin as he typed up his latest boring story.

"You good John?" Stu asked, "Ringo, I think he's finally snapped. He's talking about soup and thumbs."

John rolled his eyes, "Paul likes my bum!"

"Your son's teacher?" Stu asked in disbelief.

"His nephew heard him and his dad talking about it and then told Jules, who told me," John explained, "And then this morning I brought it up and he went red, it was adorable. And then he came up with a poem as a joke cause Jules said he said my eyes look like soup." John grinned dreamily.

"So... you're reciting a poem about yourself that a man wrote for you as a joke? Mate, you're so far gone," Stu chuckled.

"He's so hot that he could blow his nose and I would keep the tissue," John admitted. "I'll try to take a picture of him next time."

"No you idiot, just find his Instagram!"

"Right!" John took out his phone, opened Instagram and searched up Paul McCartney.

There he was, in all his droopy eyed glory. "I found him!" John clicked open his account and showed it to Stu.

Stu whistled slowly, "He's a kindergarten teacher? He should be a model or something!"

"Sod off Stu," John scowled, "He's mine."

Stu held up his hands in surrender, "Chill! I was just saying that you're right to be crushing on him! He's got an Elvis quote in his bio!"

"WHAT!!!??" John snatched his phone out of Stu's hands and sure as day "A little less fight and a little more spark, close your mouth and open your heart -Elvis" sat in Paul's bio.

John clicked on one of Paul's posts, "Holy shit Stu... He plays guitar and covers Elvis songs- I'm in love."

He tentatively hit the follow button. "Don't follow him, John! You idiot! Now he'll know that you were stalking him!" Stu exclaimed.

"But now he'll be able to find me, maybe I'll woo him with my poetry and guitar songs!" John said, referencing his own Instagram page.

"It's your funeral," Stu sighed.