Illegal Love - McLennon and Starrison

Another Girl

"Oh Johnnnn, look what I got!" Paul sang, pointing at his face with a smirk.

"How did you - I can't believe it. It's been a month, how did you do that?! It's probably Oreo crumbs or something."

"It is not!"

"So the mighty Lennon loses the bet, huh?" George laughed softly.

"I'll shave him in his sleep if I have to!"

Paul gasped slightly. "No you won't! I need to grow the mustache to hide the cut I got in that accident!"

"Oh, by the way, they think you're dead." Ringo choked on his tea from hearing George's nonchalant comment.

"They think I'm what?!"

"You heard me. The fans think you died in the accident, so that makes you dead."

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "As if we aren't dealing with enough already."

"Psh, Paulie isn't going to die first," John laughed.

Ringo raised an eyebrow at his comment. "Oh? Then who will?"

"Me, if it means protecting him, of course."

"I wouldn't be able to live without you!"

Ringo facepalmed. "Sure you would, that's what he would want for you to do, right?"

"That's what I would want you to do, too. I don't want to imagine not being with you, but if I didn't have a choice, I'd want you to keep going."

"Why are we talking about depressing things? We're supposed to be happy!" John laughed. "By the way, I'm not going to be around tomorrow. I'm supposed to go to some art show, I hope it isn't too boring."

Paul frowned. "Art isn't boring. Music is a kind of art, too. I'll miss you."

"It won't be long."

Paul, George, and Ringo facepalmed.

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"Welcome back!" Paul looked confused as John walked right past him.

"Yeah, thanks." He looked distracted, quickly hurrying into another room.

He frowned, picking up a small piece of paper. It had a phone number on it with a message that read call me anytime you're free. He glared at the numbers accusingly. "John?"

"Yeah?" He sounded distracted as he flipped through records.

"What's this?"

"Huh? Oh, that. Some bird gave it to me, I think her name was Yoko or something."

Paul's eyes narrowed. "You aren't actually going to call her, right?"

"Of course not, you're the only one I want." He smiled, feeling reassured. "Sorry for being distant towards you. Anything I can do?"

He pretended to be deep in thought. "Well, how about we head to the bedroom?"

"Good thinking!" He let out a squeal as John carried him bridal-style.

"Will you keep it down?!" George yelled a short time later. "Some of us prefer not to hear that!"

"You're just jealous, aren't you?" Ringo shook his head with a frown. "You still have me, don't you?"

He sighed with a content smile. "Yeah, I guess I do. Hug?"

"Hug!"

He batted at his face. "Will you shave already?! Stop, stop, stop! It tickles!" Ringo shook his head and buried his face into his neck again. "Please!"

"No. I figured that if Johnny and Paul don't have to shave, then I don't either. You don't like it?"

George pursed his lips, refusing to meet his eyes. "Honestly? I think it's hot." After three years, the idiot still made him blush.

"Well then, it stays. You want to try to grow a 'stache?"

"I guess so, what's the harm in it? If I don't like it, I just get rid of it. Nothing is forever, right?"

His face dropped. "Yeah, not even us."

"Hey, look at me." George put two fingers under his chin to tilt his head up. "I'll be sure to make it feel like forever, got it? I just need you to help me a little."

Ringo grinned, nodding slowly. "I'll do my best. Say, what was Paul angry about earlier?"

"Some bird gave John her number, that's why."

He looked taken aback. "So he got jealous. John wouldn't actually keep it after that, would he?" George closed his eyes with a sigh. "What is it?"

"I couldn't bring myself to tell Paul, but he picked it up and put it back in his pocket."