As he stumbled mindlessly down the street, John tryed hard to not think about how he'd deal with the trouble he had caused with Cynthia. He needed only Paul on his mind - where had he gone again? "The park, which bloody park..." John mumbled to himself. "Excuse me, sir?" John shouted to a man walking out of a near cafe. "Please, could you point out the nearest park around here? I'm not quite familiar with the area and -" "Why...I know who you are!" the man interrupted, looking at John with eyes full of amazement. "Hey Sandra!" he called his daughter, and John understood the mistake he'd made. The man grabbed John's hand into his own, shaking it quite violently. "Why, you're that fella who was on the Ed Sullivan show - the...the, uh...-" "The Beatles? Yes I've heard of those fellas." John joked, despite the nasty situation he had gotten into. "Well then, I should really get going" John urged as he backed away, knowing the trouble that was on the way. "Wait, eh, would you mind signing just one thing for my daughter?" the man begged. John kept walking. "Ehm, no I don't have time - cheers." He sped up. Then, a piercing scream - the dreaded sound - "JOHN!!" John bolted - he thought in the direction of the hotel. 'Why did I leave the bloody hotel' John thought to himself. The one scream had turned into over 50 in a matter of minutes. John tripped over his feet a few times, going full speed. Soon, the cameras came, and John was momentarily blinded by the numerous flashes. There was absolutely no way to tell how many girls were chasing him now. He panted desperately, feeling the sweat dripping down from his hair. He was used to the flashes and the screams - but never had he been caught in such a violent chase -without any police to hold back the clutter. Before John knew it, there was a final flash and a slap of pavement to his face. He wasn't able to move; there were feet and hands, stepping and grabbing at any and every opportunity. This sort of unintended violence continued on for maybe fifteen more minutes until the police had come onto the scene, pulling off the girls who were lucky enough to grab onto John, or even to clutch onto his hair for just half a second. After every girl got their good look of John, but mostly through the threats of the police, John was informed that it was safe to stand. "I'm very sorry for all this" exclaimed one officer. "we'll escort you back to the hotel from here." Just as John was thanking him, he spotted the other three boys shouting for him in the distance. "John?! John! We heard about the commotion down here-" "You alright, mate?" Paul cut off the others, clearly concerned about the paleness of John's face. "Hah, yeh." John tried not to smile and show his soft feelings now that Paul was in front of him. "Are you kidding, John?!" Ringo exclaimed. "Why, there's blood drippin' from the top of yer head!" John pressed his palm to the side of his face, sure enough feeling a steady stream of red coming down from his hair. "Why the hell did yeh leave the hotel?!" George asked as he began to wonder. John sighed and thought of Cyn. "I, eh, just dint feel much like layin around - I was tryin teh find you guys but-" "Are you completely insane, John? We left with Brian, so we'd have a sort of disguise. We were at a private park, John.." Paul exclaimed, making it clear that he was concerned. "You can't just leave like that." John's heart sank, hearing these harsh words. "I'm sorry, mate, I wasn't thinking. I guess I was still pretty sleepy minded." Paul nodded and strictly snapped "Seriously, we need to get back to the room or we'll all end up like John." "ay thanks" laughed John. "But Ringo and I were going with Brian to get some ice cream.." George interrupted. "Yes whatever George, go then. But John can't go alone." "Alright, Paul, come on now, lets get out of here."
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John sat on the edge of the hotel bed, still messed from where he and Cynthia had been. "Did Cyn come by here?" asked Paul as he wet a rag with warm water by the sink. John looked down and sighed. "Nah..." "Ah, that's a drag, then." Paul muttered as he pressed the warm rag softly to John's temple. "Hold it there, now." Paul ordered. "Keep still, want to lay down?" John nodded and scooted back onto the bed, leaving his head slightly elevated. He watched as Paul began to rinse George's dirty dishes from the night before, his legs swaying from side to side. John knew this was the time to let Paul know - let him know how overwhelming his feelings were for him. As John sat with his hands over his eyes, Paul turned off the tap and sat on the edge of the bed. "Aye, John?" Paul asked, a hint of nervous trailing his words. "Yeh, Paul?" John looked up to see Paul's eyes looking into his. "Ehm, how are you liking...you know...America and all?" John grinned, "I think it's great, you know, I'm enjoying myself." Paul blushed, "I dunno, man, I'm just feeling a bit, home sick lately." John looked into Paul's eyes, seeing that he really was looking sorrowful. He scooted over to the edge of the bed and rested his hand on Paul's shoulder. "Listen, it's going to be okay, really." Paul looked into John's eyes and smiled. At that moment, eyes meeting eyes, John didn't feel like he had to hide his feelings any longer. There was something about Paul that was soothing - just what John needed right about now in his cluttered life. "Paul...I wanted to say thank you for, you know, helping me with this mess." John pointed to the rag on his head. "Oh, you know, I'm sorry for seeming so uptight lately, I just wouldn't want anything happening to our rhythm guitar - we both know the whole band would fall apart." They each let out a laugh, smiling broadly. "right. " John said, leaning in closer, feeling Paul's breath on his face now. Their eyes connected like constellations, John thought. Before he could think of what was right and what was wrong, Johns lips brushed gently against Paul's, and for a moment everything was silent. Suddenly, Paul jumped up, pushing away from John. This was such an abrupt action, John could only wait for Paul to exclaim in horror. "What?! John?! John, I just...I...I need to go." Paul quickly grabbed his coat and loudly shut the door behind him. John stared out the window in disbelief, and tossed the rag into the sink. As he sunk deeper into the pillows, he thought about how Paul had wiped the kiss off his mouth before shutting the door, not realizing that John had just been immensely crushed.
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A/N~~
Hey you guys :) I'm sorry I kept you waiting for this chapter, but I had tons of school work to get finished. However, I did try my best to fit in time for you! I promise that next chapter will be more feel-y between John and Paul - I just wanted to get the drama out of the way...for now at least ;) anyways be expecting a really great mclennon chapter soon. thanks for everybody reading, it really does mean a WHOLE lot to me :) hope you're having a nice day!~ ((sorry if this chapter was boring - I promise it will get better in the bext chapter!))
