The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 16

14th October 1962

„WAKE UP PRICKS!" George shouted and agressively jumped on the couch where Paul and John were peacefully sleeping that night. Ringo doing the same thing, jumping on the both sleeping boys.

John's eyes instantly opened at the feeling of something jumping on him. „Wha-what the fuck?!" He yelled, his voice echoing with confusion. The auburn-haired boy spotted the black mop of hair under his chin again. Paul. His arms were wrapped around John's torso. That couch they were sleeping on was actually so small, so they had to lay very close next to eachother.

„Ahhhh, two lovebirds cuddling during the night." Ringo made heart pose with his hands. George snorted and after a while he was laughing like an idiot.

„Fuck off!" John shouted, took Paul's hands and placed them away from his stomach. The raven-haired boy woke up at that. Deep sleeper he was, not even waking up at jump-scare that Ringo and George planned for them. Paul was now very bewildered by the whole situation.

„Good morning princess Paulie, how did you sleep darlin'?" George mocked a high pitched voice, blinking with his eyes as he stared at the freshly awake boy. Ringo now laughing his arse off and as he did so, George who couldn't hold it any longer bursted out with laughter too, again.

„Um- can ya'll maybe, climb off us?" Paul sounding anoyyed moved into a sitting position with a frown on his face, sadly removing his other limbs from John.

„Okay fucker, ya'll are no fun." Frowning George was now standing on the ground and after a while, Ringo doing the same.

„Thanks." Paul showed them a fake smile.

Ringo coughed. „Anyways John, I was thinking... Have you seen Stuart lately?"

'Stuart? Who the hell is Stuart?' Paul's face was now frowning. Jeaulousy lighting his whole body like a match. Being all sticked around John made him not realise that the auburn-haired guy maybe has more friends than just him, Ringo and now George, that fact made him slightly upset. 'Shut the fuck up Paul, you don't even know that Stuart guy yet. Maybe he is a nice lad? Who knows.' He was now eyeing John who was too stunned to speak. His eyes all widened. 'This is definetly suspicious.' Paul thought. He tried to act it out and look like nothing is happening but deep down he knew that this is weird by the way John acted, being all freezed. 'Fuck, stop overthinking everything.' But no. He had the Paul McCartney-sense that was telling him that something must be really off with the guy. He had the feeling inside his head telling him that. 'No, this is not going to end up well if we have that Stuart guy near us.' Now he was rubbing his still sleepy face with his hands before shaking his head and focusing on the conversation again. He thought that maybe it was just his morning thoughts again. As he stopped rubbing his face he looked at John. At the beautiful John next to him. He listened carefully when John's jaw moved again.

„Well... Um. No, I haven't seen him for a quite longer time yeah." John answered with nervous tone which confirmed Paul even more with his suspicion. „What about him?"

„Uhhhh nothing. Just that ya'll used to be great um- um- friends?" Ringo said the last word with hesitant voice.

Paul did not look away from John who looked like he knew that the boy was gaping at him with sorrow in his eyes. John licked his lips before talking again. „Um, well. yeah? I don't know we didn't talk again since yeah. Shut up I don't want to talk about it." The lad frowned and moved his head down.