"John we should get back to Ringo and George." I said. I was standing right in front of John with only a couple inches between us. It was completely nerve racking because I couldn't get my brain to stop thinking stupid things like: 'oh my god he's so hot', and 'I wonder whether he's got soft lips?' and 'I hope I'm not blushing.'. Before I could finish silently berating myself I felt a soft warm mouth press against mine and it felt like the world had slowed down for just this moment and my heart beating its way into next Tuesday. My head spun as my chest constricted with the most amazing feeling. Then the lips were gone as quickly as they had come and John was saying "okay Paul." In a quiet voice as he slipped down the small passageway to the next carriage on the train.I just stood eyes staring at where he had been a short second ago. I reached up and brushed my lips with a finger where John had kissed me. It was a little wet. I wish I'd kissed back. I slowly slid to the floor thinking 'wow I guess I can't deny that I like him that way.'. I sat like that with my finger on my lips for a long time before Ringo came into the passage. He gave me a funny look and then said "boy these passages are small! Well I guess it is a train...". I wonder whether ringo knew about the kiss just by looking at my stunned and flustered form on the floor of the passage. I honestly hope not. Then again he's a good friend, he wouldn't ratt us out to the coppers would he? Anyroad I can sit here a while longer then I guess I'll have to see John. Oh god John. What am I gonna say to im? I'm a complete mess right now without him in front of me. What am I gonna say? Oh I guess I'll figure it out when it comes to it.
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The Train Debacle
FanfictionJust a random McLennon story I did based off a photo I saw on the internet. I do not own the Beatles they are/were their own people and this is just a fanfic and not reality. Also if you are a homophobe don't read this. It's not for you, it's for t...