Whispers [ a Mclennon story]

Chapter one: "Him"

POV of John Lennon

A light shining through the window slowly pushed me farther from sleep. "What time is it? Have

I overslept?! I roll over and look at the clock- 3:30 am. "Oh right..city lights" the urban glow had

woken me up. I angrily get up and close the shades.

"Mm..sweet darkness" I mutter as I crawl back to bed, and I am surpised to feel a presence

already on it. did I bring a woman home last night after the concert? Gosh, I couldnt remember a

darned thing from last night. I lie in bed, snug under the covers and without even thinking about

it, I roll over and slink my arm over the warm body next to me. Their scent was inviting, smoke,

peppermint, ivory soap and shaving cream.

"Wait...shaving cream!?"

It takes just a moment too long to realize that there is in fact a man lying in bed next to me, and

this man happens to be my best mate paul.

I slip out of the bed in a panic, as swiftly as possible without waking paul, and make my way to

the bathroom.

"Why is paul in my bed? WHAT happened last night? did we..?" I shook my head "No. No way.

Not paul. Hes straight. At least I always thought. He doesnt want me."

I unsteadily grip the sink and stare in the mirror at my bloodshot eyes, and notice questionable

purplish marks along my neck and jawline.

"Think you idiot, think!" After the concert, we ( Ringo, George, Paul and i) had all slipped away to

a bar. we drank. a lot. maybe? Damn I couldn't remember! , I remembered Ringo with slurred

words "ay Paulie and Johnny, we gon' go hit the sac!"

"Dont drink and drive lovelies!" George chortled at us as they lumbered out of the bar.

***the night before*****

"Bright are the stars that shine

Dark is the sky

I know this love of mine

Will never die

And I love him"

"I love Him? Did Paul just change the lyrics??" The original song was about a girl.. I looked over

at Paul as he sang the last lyrics of the song. I couldn't help but notice him make eye contact with

me as he sang "I love him"

My breath hitched, for a moment I was shocked. I no longer heard the screaming girls or saw the

blinding stage lights.

McCartney had always been my friend. Just, my friend. but I couldn't deny the fact that I felt

something inside when he looked at me then.

"This is wrong. Hes your best friend, for goodness sakes!"

I try and shove the thought out of my head. I shouldn't have been thinking such dangerous things.

we all bow and make our way back stage, and I, still in a confused daze almost didnt hear Ringo-

"ay! John! I said lets go find some action around here!"

"Yeah johnny! c'mon!" Paul joins in, thumping a hand on my back and urging me forwards.

The next thing I know, we're in a swirling midst of dancing and laughing. a bar. I make my way

over to a table and sit, content to not take part in the festivities, but watching as my friends made

idiots of themselves dancing.

George and Ringo are quickly accompanied by giggling girls, all too eager to get up close and

personal.

"That ones never been dancing, the other ones done too much. that one only wants George cuz'

he's in a band. Oh look. Three more" I state unamused, sighing to myself.

"What was that john?" Paul squeezes between two grabby ladies and squishes into a chair next to

me with a drink in his hand. I feel his thigh brush against mine and I gasp in a breath of air

through closed teeth.

" God i hope he didn't notice that."

To avoid any awkwardness I suppose he decides to just act like nothing happened and remain

sitting as close. Or maybe he is drunk.

"What was *what* McCartney?" I retort

" Oh come on John!" Paul realizes I was moping about as usual. "loosen up! The night is young!"

Paul flases a smile that uniquely and genuinely could only belong to Paul McCartney.

"Oh alright Paulie!" I sigh " What do you say we go and get me a glass then?"

We make our way through the crowd to the bar and sit on two neighboring bar stools.

"Ay! Hows about a beer?" Paul calls to the bar tender

"But youve already got one!" He points out the bottle already in pauls hand.

"Ah Its for him, ya bloke!" He returns, pointing over to me and I give a cheeky little smile in

approval.

Paul is right. I needed this. I feel the alcohol burn down my throat and ease me up.

How does he always know what I need?