How to Change the World

Chapter 4

Sunlight entered through a window in the bedroom; Paul's eyes opened, taking in the fresh light entering his eyes. Someone was holding him, but it wasn't just someone. He could never be nonchalant about this person; nor calm about this person.

His consciousness slowly settled in, realization striking his brain. It was in that moment, Paul legitimately rested; cherishing the few moments he could rest in peace. The outside world faded away like some vague memory, all his worries melting away into nothing. The other man's arms tightened around him, to no protest of the man being embraced.

"Good mornin', luv."

The other man's voice rippled through the empty room, somehow making everything feel warmer. Paul shifted, turning so that his back was no longer facing this man.

And for a few moments, Paul's eyes lingered on his face. Each wrinkle and crevice was examined, each in a perfect place. Such beauty and pleasure could be found just in his face alone. The sparkling brown irises of his counterpart examined Paul as well, both men being taken in by the other.

"John."

It was always John. John.

Both of them smiled to each other, their bodies moving closer together. There was no tangle of limbs, there was no desperation. Each body fit perfectly into the other, as if it were designed to be so. As if there were no other places for them to be.

It was all interrupted by a loud bang on the gate outside.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?" John said with agitation.

Paul placed a petite thumb onto his lip as some indication of a thought.

"Don't know. Also, kind of don't want to leave."

John laughed, "I would never want to leave at will either," John paused, stroking Paul's hair as he fell silent, "but I also don't want to get murdered. I'll go check."

John slowly creeped out of bed, finding the pants he had hastily thrown on the floor the previous evening.

As he walked towards the door, he started hearing... yelling? It sounded like a large collective of people yelling. What the hell?

He clicked the intercom button to get a jist of the situation.

"Uh... hello?"

A response came a few seconds later, at first it was just the sound of a crowd.

"Paul McCartney, we're concerned," the woman was drowned out of the crowd for a second, "concerned parents of young children! We're protesting you and your sick mind!"

"Yeah," some other man's voice went on, "We want you out of the business!"

John stepped away from the intercom, making his way into the bedroom once more.

"Well... we've got visitors."

~~*~~

The television came on, BBC News playing as John and Paul ate their breakfast.

"We're here at the home of Paul McCartney, Cavendish Ave. It was a normal day, until protesters arrived on the scene. Several of them are distressed parents protesting the recent news about Mr. McCartney. We go now to the crowd."

The man walked to some of the protesters holding signs. One sign said 'Repent Paul McCartney'.

"Why are you here, what is it that you're protesting?"

The women looking to be the other sign holder's wife replied. "Well, we believe this life choice Paul McCartney is making is absolutely disgusting. We don't want are kids idolizing these men. It may seem that the kids are okay with it, but their opinions don't matter. We're the adults; we control what's going to be played around the house. I, for one, am not letting another Beatles record set foot in the house again!"