penniless

any time at all

john couldn't sleep all night, it was almost as if a force was seeing to it that he stays awake. hell, he could hardly close his eyes. every thought that clouded his mind was about paul. his eyes, his laugh, his voice, the way his fingers strum, the way he furrows his brows when he gets frustrated, how he's made his coffee the same each morning for the past two years. john loved it, every bit. every little thing, every flaw seemed to build a more perfect picture each time one would cross john's mind. his eyes fell heavier and heavier with each breath he took. he glanced at the clock on his nightstand, the one paul got him for his twenty first birthday. was it already 4 in the morning? no.. it couldn't be... had he really spent all night daydreaming of his best friend?
best friend.
"bullshit..." john ran his hands down his face, took a deep breath, and drifted to sleep. not getting a chance to change into pajamas nor get under his covers. it was like none of those little things mattered.
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"GOOOOOOOD MORNIIIIING!"

a familiar voice rang- no. shot through john and paul's apartment like an assault rifle.

"bloody hell, geo.. we're trying t'sleep, yeah?"

mccartney's morning voice always sent a chill down johns spine, even if it was faint and whiny from the next room over.

"we've got practice today, right..?"

all this chatter early in the morning with hardly any sleep was really getting on johns last nerve, if any were left at this point.

"boys- please..."

"hm? what's wrong lennie?"

george teased, there's nothing the youngest beatle loves more than getting away with being cheeky because the others can't help but baby him.

"piss off..."

john wasn't angry, well. he didn't sound angry, he just wanted some rest. he really needed to clear his head.

but even after bleaching a stain, won't you remember the spill?