things we said today - mclennon

'till there was you

"there were bells on a hill / but i never heard them ringing / no, i never heard them at all / 'til there was you"

1957

I have been in relationships before, with multiple girls. I have never tried with a boy before. The thought of being in a relationship with a boy enlightens me. Maybe, I found the boy. Maybe it was one of my friends, John Lennon.

John and I are close friends. We met in a church and have gotten close ever since. Hell, we even go to the same school so we could be even closer. But, I have another friend, George Harrison. We talk here and there but not as much as we used to last year. Ever since I became friends with John, George and I distanced.

"Hey Macca!" John called out to me. I was sort of in a trance but luckily, he snapped me out before I couldn't get out.

"Yeah?" I choked.

"Ye was like a trance or something." John replied, shaking his head.

"Well, thanks for snapping me out."

John nodded. "My pleasure."

We continue to walk to school, which George also attends. It would be awkward to see George again with John beside me, I have known George longer after all.

John and I arrived and the first person I saw was George. "George!" I ran up to him, George turned around. "Paul!"

I noticed George's eyes look up at John and his smile faded. 

"John."

"George."

"I was just talking to my friend. Y'know Paul?"

"I know, he's my friend too."

I could hear George scoff while John finished talking. Sure, they haven't the brightest relationship but they could get better.

John grabbed my hand. I blushed at the thought of John holding my hand. I don't have a crush on John, right? I'm not a queer or anything.

"Come on, Paul. We need to get going." John said, staring angrily at George.

I raised an eyebrow. "W-where?" 

John looked at me again. He stared at me angrily now, maybe he was still pissed at George. My eyebrows settled back in their place and I followed John. I looked back at George and whispered "I'm sorry." He gave me a nod and went in the opposite direction.

"Why are ye friends with that twig?"

"Pardon?"

"I asked why are ye friends with him? That twig?"

"He's not a twig. That's just mean, John."

"Well, I don't care. He's not my friend."

What was coming out of John's mouth angered me. I couldn't let me talk about George like that. I couldn't let him talk about my friend like that.

"Well he is my friend. And I care for him. And I don't want ye running your mouth about him like that. Got it?"

John stopped and stared at me, cold dead in the eyes. A shiver went down my back.

"Fine. Got it."

The day went on to be pretty normal. It was almost the end of the school day. I had to go use the washroom so I asked the teacher.

"May I please use the washroom?" I asked, raising my arm. The teacher turned around and gave me a nod. I got up and walked out of the class.

I was washing my hands until I heard the door creak open. I turned around and it was John.