While the guitar plays

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John woke up, totally hungover, naked next to Paul. He grabbed his head and went immediately to bathroom to take painkillers. He looked at the mirror and sighed, because he looked terrible.

His big dark bags under his eyes perfectly matched to his state. He swallowed 5 painkillers and took them with him for Paul, Meanwhile Paul was sitting on bed and rubbing his eyes.

He lifted head and looked at John. "Would you mind to take clothes." He smiled. John looked down and took some boxers. "You liked me that way yesterday." He laughed.

"My head bloody hurts." John said as he sat on chair. "Im fine actually." Paul shrugged and then ran for his boxers. When he went back he was all pale. "maybe i was exaggerating when i said i was fine." He grabbed his stomach and laid on bed. "I feel like im gonna throw up." He sighed.

"Yeah hungover. Welcome to adults world." He smiled and took another painkiller. Paul went paler even more and swallowed. "Did i call my da' last night?" He almost whispered because he knew the answer.

John shook head. "No." Paul sighed and burried face into a pillow. "Hes gonna kill me." John stood up and patted his back. "Dont worry Macca. Hes actin nice lately. He wont." He smiled and kissed his forhead.

"I hope so?" He looked at John and burried his face again into a pillow. "Well, would you like some brekky?" He asked. Paul nodded with his face in pillow. "Okay." He stood up and went to the kitchen.

Paul laid on his back again and sighed. He thought only about the worst scenarios and it made his stomach flipped over and over. He really had to hold to not threw up. Dont be so pathetic. He shook it off and smiled. If hes gonna kill me, i must enjoy my last moments. He giggled.

He went downstairs to kitchen, where he saw John with a ciggie, making something that looked like a scrambled eggs. "Oh, thats lovely Johnny." He kissed his cheek. "Sit down love. Ill make it just by myself." Paul rolled eyes and sat down.

After couple of swearings and shoutings how stupid it is, he was done. "bon appetite." He put it in front of Paul and waited for compliment. "It looks.. nice." Paul tried to smile. Half of the eggs were black and the other half looked transparent.

He took maybe 5 bites and then said he still has hangover and he doesnt wanna throw up. John understood and was not offended.

"By the way thanks." Paul said and put leftovers into a trash. When John tasted his own breakfast he winced. "Ew.." he spat it back onto the plate. "Its disgusting." Paul nodded with his lips in line. "Maybe i should learn how to cook." He threw it to the trash too.

"Johnny i should go." He said as they walked back to his room. "Oh... yeah go." He smiled slightly sad. Paul took his chin. "Dont worry, I'll call you." He kissed him and went downstairs. "Bye John." He waved. John waved back and went to his room.

Paul went home and tried to be confident like John is. nothing will stop him from being like that. Paul can be like that too, cant he? He smiled as he walked home.

That was until he saw his house. His smile dropped down and he deeply swallowed. Okay breath calmly and be confident. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

He couldnt see his dad. "Dad im home." He yelled. Nothing. Maybe hes in work. He thought. He walked to the kitchen and almost lost his breath how much he startle.

His dad was sleeping dead on the table with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Paul thought if he should wake him or not. He probably stood there for too long, because his father was already sitting on chair.

"Uhm.." he cleared throat. "Hello dad." he stood as if nailed. His dad smiled. "Hi son." Paul was confused so he waited for what will happen. "I got fired. They said im drinking too much. Haha." He stood next to Paul. "What..." paul whispered. "Yeah you heard right son. i am unemployed." He turned and put hands on table.