While the guitar plays

Strawberry fields

Paul was going to school. He usually waits for George, his best mate, to walk together. Today he was walking alone, because George has got sick. He lit his cigarette and breath the nicotine into his lungs. He has been smoking for a while. George told him he can impress girls, because everyone did that. All the young boys had black leather jacket and ciggies in their hand. It became like a habbit more than to impress somebody.

Paul stubbed his cigarette out on the ground and took a deep breath. He knew George wont be there for a while and it will be harder. He had some friends in school, but George was always by his side.

He stepped in and looked around. It looked empty. Of course there was someone but it looked just so empty. He shook his head and went to his locker. He took math book and notebook and headed to his class.

He sat down and took some paper. When he got bored he started to write. Sometimes poetry, sometimes just how he feels or songs that played in his head. He looked around his class and it was almost empty. He started to write about the empty class.

The bell rang and class started. They stood up and waited for teacher. He just waved his hand and they sat down. He looked around the class. "Where's everyone?" Nobody replied. "Oh..." he rolled his eyes. "Never mind. What is the sine of angle alpha if side a is 5 cm?" he began to draw a triangle.

Paul paid a little attention but was still writing some nonsense. Then he felt some tap on his back. He turned around and saw a brunette guy. It was John. He knew him. He was one of the cool guys. "Paul?" He whispered. Paul nodded. "Wanna come to party at friday? Its at Stuart." Paul sighed. He's never been at party and wasnt fan of it. "I dont know." He turned back and teacher gave them killer look. John threw paper on to his desk. He unwrapped it. Meet after class?

Paul wondered why John Lennon wanted so bad to talk to him. He wasnt popular or bully. He wrote why not and threw it back to John.

After class he packed his stuff and left the class. He looked for John but John has gone to ground. Then someone tapped on his shoulder. It was John.

"Hey John." Paul waved his hand. "I was looking for you." John smiled. "I had to piss sorry mate." They walked to their lockers. "So did you decide?" Paul sighed. "Why do you even want me there. We've never spoken together." Paul was curious. "Stuart wants a lot people there and i dunno im asking people." Paul was under the impression that he was bullshitting, but didnt mind it. "Ive never been to any party." He put his math into locker. "And what?" John studied his face. "Im not a big fan of that." He closed his locker. "So are you going or not?" John rolled his eyes. Paul nodded his head. "Okay see ya." He walked away.

Paul had really weird feeling around John. He looked always so confident or arrogant but when he was talking to him he wasnt at all like that.

The school pass faster then he could thought and went off. He lit cigarette and thought if he should visit George. His mind was full of John and he didnt even notice hes next to Georges house.

He knocked on the door and Georges mother opened them. "Hi Paulie!" She smiled. She was always smiling and kind. "Hello, is there George?" He smiled too. "Yes hes in his room." She moved to let him in. He went upstairs and knocked on his door. George opened them and looked really tired. "Hi Paul." He said and tried to smile.

"Hi Geo." Paul smiled and went to his room. he noticed the handkerchiefs and tea cups. "How are you?" George laid on his bed and rolled his eyes. "I feel Like a dog shit." They laughed.

"I must tell you something." George sat on the bed. "Hm?" He nodded. "John Lennon invited me on party." He widened his eyes. "Really?" Paul nodded and smiled. "Are you going?" Paul again nodded. "I thought you arent the party type." Paul looked out through the window. "Yeah but ive never been to any. So i dunno."

"Then i guess enjoy it." George sighed. "Whats wrong?" Paul noticed his face. "Ugh nothing." He looked away. "Are you sad bceause youre not going? Y'know i'd be more glad if you were going." Paul tried to cheer him up. "I know." He stood up and took his guitar. "Ive learned new chord y'know. Its calleb B7." He said more happily and proudly.

"I know that one." Paul made a smirk on his face and sounded almost egoistic. George rolled his eyes and put his guitar down. "C'mon Georgie i wanna hear it." Paul rolled his eyes and regretted what he said. "Okay then." He took his guitar and played it. "Where did you learn it?" George put again his guitar away. "I have some book. Its really cool i already found a lot chords in it." He looked really ineterested in it.

"You should lend me that book sometimes." Paul smiled and looked around the room. The meeting begun boring thats why he decided he should leave. "I think ill go home. Da's gonna be worry y'know." Paul said looking at the door. "Yeah okay. Thanks for stopping. you should stop sometime." George smiled and stood up to see Paul off.

Paul headed his way to home but suddenly he saw Strawberry fields. He changed his way and went to the fields. He had his bench where he always sits and feels most comfortly. He regretted he hadnt had a guitar but now he didnt want to go home. He wanted to be by himself.

He got bored and the bench wasnt that interesting as the grass behind him. He laid himself on the ground and took his notes. He always brings them with him everywhere and writes into it.

As i lay on the grass
Cool breeze through my hair
Im watching all the mess
With sun that makes it all glare.

Paul wrote into his notes but someone interrupted him. He turned and saw John. "Ey Paulie!" He sat next to him. "Hi?" He said stunned. "Did i surprise you?" He smiled. "Yeah? Who wouldnt be." He said still looking into Johns eyes. "Im sorry for that. Anyways what are you writing?" He looked into his notes. "Ugh nothing." He closed it and put it into bag.

"C'mon tell me." He begged on his knees. Paul rolled his eyes and showed him his notes. John slowly read every word and smile appeared on his face. "Wow thats really cool." He closed it and handed it to him.

"May i ask you how did you get there? I hope you werent following me." Paul made John laugh. "Uhm no. Im here often, because its like my comfort place y'know." Paul widened his eyes and smiled. "Mines too actually." They both smiled.

It felt like they've known each other for a long time and both of them felt like they can tell anything to each other. Some sparkle was between them and they could feel it. They sat on the grass and looked into their eyes.

Paul broke the eye contact and sat too. "I dont know anything about you John." He said flatly. "And i dont like that. You seem to me so mysterious." John smiled mysteriously but didnt reply. "Please tell me something about you." Paul almost whispered and in his voice was something that could remindes beg.

"My name is John Winston Lennon." Paul raised his eyebrows. "Like Churchill?" John smiled. "Exactly." He continued. "I'm a notorious troublemaker and i like fish and chips." Paul laughed at his last mark. "Thats all i think." He finished his introduction.

"My full name is James Paul McCartney." Paul intruduce himself too. "So Paul is your second name?" Paul nodded. "Yeah i preffer it more. Only da' calls me James." he paused for a moment and looked away. "Is something wrong with your dad?" he asked cautiously.

Paul thought what he will reply. "When mom died he just changed." John froze. "Youre moms dead?" He asked softly and stunned. "Yeah she had a cancer and died last year." He sighed and looked into sky. "Dad started drinking and is more distant." He looked back at John.

"Im sorry Paul." Pauls eyes gets watery. "No thats okay." He smiled and wiped away swarming tears. "I think i should go home now. Dads gonna be worry." He smiled and stood up. "do you want to accompany?" John asked hoping he will say yes. "I'll be glad." He smiled.

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I hope you liked first cheapter. I wrote the poem so i hope you like that too.