One More Cup Of Coffee

In Which The Whole McCartney Family Assumes John and Paul Are Dating

Paul said he loved me-

Probably as a friend.

I love Ringo and George, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with them.

Does Paul actually love me?!

Did I hear him right?!

John's brain swarmed with thoughts as soon as he woke up, mostly about Paul's little confession...

"Attention passengers, the stop for Liverpool is nearly here." Came the conductor's voice, jolting John from his thoughts.

With a grin, John gathered his things and prepared to see the love of his life.

Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him out of the compartment and off the train.

He scanned the station for Paul's mop of ebony hair and his adorable smile, but he came up empty.

A gruff old man tapped him on the shoulder, "Are you John?"

John stuck his chin up and straightened his posture, "Depends who's asking."

The man huffed, "I'm Paul's father, Jim."

Paul!! "Oh! I see the resemblance now," John grinned charmingly, "May I ask where Paul is?"

"His brother's taken him to the spa as a surprise," Jim said, then laughed lightly, "He's always been tightly wound, our Paul."

"Tell me about it," John chuckled, "I'm surprised he hasn't had an ulcer yet. And that his hair hadn't all turned grey."

Jim smiled, "He got his first grey hair when he was 10, a bit after he got a B on a spelling test. He felt like a failure after that and he cried for hours, poor boy."

"He's definitely loosened up at least a little bit since I've known him," John said with a slight smile.

"He wouldn't shut up about you, y'know," Jim opened the car door for John and smiled. " 'Oh Da, you gotta meet John, you'd love him! Da, did you know that John likes this song? I miss John, da,'" he mimicked Paul's voice with a little laugh.

John grinned widely, "He talks about you a lot too-"

Jim chuckled, "I know for a fact he doesn't, son, but thank you for trying."

And off they went to see Paul's childhood home.

"So... how'd you meet him? Paul I mean," Jim asked, attempting small talk with eyes glued to the road.

"I work at this tiny little coffee shop and one day Paul came in, looking exhausted, and he was doing his homework and I started talking to him and then he shut me down immediately but then he said he was just stressed out and then I gave him a ride home cause it was raining. And yeah, he's come into the shop almost every day I've worked for the past three months," John said with a lovesick grin.

"Does anyone else work with you?"

"Yeah, my mate Ringo, why do you ask?"

"Because I want to know why you talked to him that first day, you don't seem like the kind of guy to make small talk with a random customer."

A huge blush enveloped John's face, "Uhhhhmmm- becauseIthoughthewascute," he mumbled.

Jim laughed heartily, "I knew it!"

"Knew what?" John fidgeted with his fingers.

"That you have a little crush on my son," Jim smirked, "It's alright, though, you seem like a good kid."