Beatles Oneshots

Short ML

"Macca, come here. Just a quick word, Eppy, won't take too long. Don't blow yer top!" John was growing concerned for his old friend. It was 1965, and slowly getting harder for the boys to conceal a certain illegal secret that even Brian didn't know about.

"What is it now, Johnny Boy?" Paul was exasperated. He just wanted to be himself. Why couldn't John see that?

"You know you can't keep doing this."

"I know. I'll be arrested."

"And me with you! You'd think if ye really cared you'd try not to be so obvious..."

Paul was quiet for a moment.

"Damn, Macca, I'm sorry. I know ye can't 'elp it. And I love you too, you know that. I'm just scared someone will find out. Hang out a little more with Georgie for a while, eh? Throw em off."

Paul nodded his head in agreement. He really didn't want to go to jail. It was a damn good thing they were recording Yesterday next. Paul didn't know if he could scream, shout or smile at the moment, or for a while to come.