"You boys ready?" Sullivan asked the four of them, as they anxiously nodded in reply. "Almost show time - and let me tell you...my audience has never made as loud a sound before today!" Each of them let out a small laugh - the boys had grown familiar with the screaming crowds and it didn't much surprise them. Paul stood in front of the dressing room mirror that hung on the wall, combing down the last pieces of his dark hair that stuck up in the back. John stood not far behind him, cramming in last minute practice as he strummed the chords to "All my Loving". He watched as George snuck up behind Paul, roughing up his hair and making the combed down pieces stick up once again. Paul crinkled up his face displaying half annoyance and half playful laughter. John laughed at the sight. "Oh paulie, dear, you look just gorgeous!" he said jokingly in high pitched laughter. Paul sneared in John's direction. "Ha ha you're a funny guy aren't you then." John laughed to himself as he saw Paul's mouth curve into a smirk while he patted down the last hairs on the back of his head. John loved it when he could make Paul smile; it gave him a warm feeling, to say the least. Most times he shook off the soft feels for his band mate - his best friend - though lately they stuck to him, and he found it harder each time to push them away. He loved Cyn - didn't he? "Cyn, my one and only" he reminded himself briefly before he found Paul's fingers tugging at his sleeve. "Let's do this, John, come on now!" Paul urged him. "Sure thing" John answered. He continued walking onto the stage, brushing off the chills that surged through his body from where Paul had touched him.
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The whole time John sang in harmony with Paul, he couldn't help but think of just how talented his band mate truly was - his voice had such a swooping range, never seeming to encounter a sour pitch. John pulled his eyes away from Paul's singing lips several times, as he would find himself staring. The truth was, John really had no clue what he felt or why. Things were just different lately, what with all the travelling, the shows. 'I only need a good rest, is all. Getting light-headed.' he told himself as Paul introduced the screaming fans to the next song. He loved how enthusiastic Paul was feeling today, not for a second did he stand in one place, let alone stand still. And John could hardly stand watching the way his legs rhythmically stamped the stage floor - his fingers striking the strings on the bass, so flawlessly.
They finished up their performance with "I Want to Hold Your Hand", and practically limped down the stage stairs with fatigue. John, his hair slicked back with sweat from the heat of the stage, felt the familiar touch of Paul. "All right, John!" Paul playfully punched John's shoulder. "We did a fine job, don't you think?" Paul said, obviously feeling immensely proud. "I dunno mate, you could've practiced more for "She Loves You", John replied jokingly with a smirk. "Oh shuttup, John!" Paul laughed and pushed John's back into the dressing room.
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When they arrived back at the hotel, John immedietely collapsed on his bed. He let out a very tired and audible moan, telling the others that he needed to nap. So George, Ringo, and Paul decided to take a walk, letting John get his rest. "See ya John", Paul called out. Finally John was alone. Just as his eyes began to close, he heard the familiar voice of his love. "John?" she called from the main room. "In here." John yelled out, surprised that she had dropped by. He had supposed that she'd been out walking with the others. "Darling, hello." Cynthia sat cross-legged on the side of the bed, next to her boyfriend. She leaned in and kissed him on the nose. John kissed the top of her head; he knew this gave her much pleasure. She smiled warmly in reply. "Having a rest, I see," Cynthia sweetly ran her hands through his deep brown hair, still messed from the show they'd come from. "Yes, well, " John ran his hands through the curves of her face, moving the hair out of her eyes. "the others have gone for a walk, so I thought why not, yes?" "Mm" She leaned in closer now. "I didn't know we were alone, dear." John smiled at her eagerness. He gently pushed her backwards onto the pillows. She felt him breathing on her now, and spoke between wet kisses. "John.." she whispered. His stomach churned; he knew that something felt wrong. Despite this feeling, he reached beneath her tight black skirt, sliding off her stockings. She touched his face. Cynthia had his shirt half way over his head when John said "Cyn...when do you think they'll be back?" She looked at him, clearly confused. "Who cares?" She kissed his mouth, pulling off the rest of John's shirt. John reluctantly layed his hand on her waist, stretching the fabric of her shirt upwards, helping it over her head. She took his hand and held it to where her skirt began. He was unable to speak now, she covered his naked chest with soft kisses. As he unstrapped her bra, she pushed her body up against him - he thought of Paul. He didn't mean to, and he didn't really want to either. Though, nonetheless he did. He thought of Paul's chest, his hands, his shoulders, his legs - everything. Too busy thinking, in fact, that he only just now realized that Cyn was completely unclothed, and so was he. She stroked between his legs, silently teasing him, though he wasn't necessarily enjoying it. Paul...Paul...what if Cyn was Paul. And that's how he imagined her for the next few minutes; when he slowly pushed inside of her, she was Paul. When she moaned and moved with his body, she was Paul. John rubbed between her legs, feeling the dampness from where she had came. It was when he had opened his eyes and saw her shoulder length blonde hair covering Cynthia's face, that she was not, in fact, Paul. John pulled away from her, and buried his face inside his hands. Cyn began to kiss his his fingers, begging to know what was the matter - and was taken aback when John muttered "No." "W-what do you mean, John, love..?" It was beginning to sink into John's heart that he had been lying to himself this whole whole time with Cyn. It came just like that - a blow to his mind - he had a sort of connection with Paul. He couldn't continue living this lie of a love. He didn't know where his mind was leading him, but he had to find Paul. What would he say, he hadn't a clue. "I just - Cynthia, love, I mean...this just doesn't feel right." Cyn's eyes filled with tears as John pressed his lips against her's one last time. John threw on his shirt laying on the floor, and flung on the rest of his clothing from this morning. As he flew out the room, out the hotel, and onto the streets, he made sure not to look back.
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Hey you guys, so this is the first chapter of my first mclennon story for you :) I have more chapters coming so keep reading! make sure to let me know how it was...thanks so much, I hope you enjoy :)
