McLennon Mini Stories

Paul's Diary

John couldn't stop staring at Paul. He was just so fucking perfect with his eyelashes and his cute baby eyes. He couldn't help but look at the most beautiful man he has ever seen. It was no secret John was queer, of course. As for Paul, well, he may or may not be. John didn't know, he only bloody met the lad a few days ago! And if Paul wasn't queer, then John would just have to maintain a steady friendship with the boy. If you can't have him, at least be friends with him.

"John? You okay there buddy?" Asked Paul. Whilst in John's own thoughts, he hadn't noticed that Paul saw him staring. "Um, yeah?" Was all John could say without blushing like an idiot. "Alrighty then! You memorised the cords yet?" Paul gestures to John's note sheet and John shakes his head. Paul says, "Y'know, just take it home with you. Try and memorise it by tomorrow." He smiles at John and John leaves shortly after an exchange of goodbyes with Paul.

John walks home, thinking about how he felt about Paul. What the hell am I thinking?! The poor kid seems to innocent to know this type of thing. John felt kinda bad for having a crush on Paul. John knew all about these things and technicalities and he doesn't even know if Paul's ever had a girlfriend (or boyfriend, John doesn't know). John just shrugged his thoughts off and entered his home.

"Aunt Mimi!" John shouted out. No answer. She's probably out getting groceries. He sighed, and sat down on the couch. He decided to go through the notes that be put in his bag. As he opened it, he searched for the notes shoved in the leather bag. But instead, be felt something he knew wasn't his. He quickly pulled it out and on the front it said in amazing handwriting 'Paul's Notebook. DO NOT OPEN'. "Shit." Was all John could say. (A/N: I SHIT YOU NOT, PAUL'S HANDWRITING IS AMAZING.)

John's P.O.V

"Shit." I muttered to myself. This cannot be happening. I stared at the notebook a few more seconds, thinking what to do with it. Maybe I should give it back? No, Paul would think I read it and never talk to me again! So should I just keep it? No! I am going to get tempted to read it if I keep it! I slumped in my seat and groaned. What the hell am I supposed to do?! I pick up my bag and go to my room, notebook in hand. As I entered my room, I threw my bag on the bed. I walked over to my desk and placed the notebook carefully near my schoolbooks. I flop on my bed, face first of course, and think, how the hell did Paul put his notebook in there?! Was it on accident or does he want me to read it? I didn't want to read it because that would be invading his privacy, but this other part of me wanted to just open it and see if there's anything written about me. Fuck.

3rd Person's P.O.V

John didn't know what to do. He was so torn between leaving the bloody thing alone or reading everything Paul has written down. Screw it. He thought. He went back over to his desk, sat down, and opened the book. John skipped a few entries, seeing that they were before he and Paul met each other. He stopped at a page when he saw a glimpse of the word 'Quarrymen'.

Dear Diary,

I went to a show of a band called "The Quarrymen" today. It was a good show. Great music, if I do say so myself. My friend Ivan also introduced me to a GORGEOUS man named John Lennon. I'll have him under my radar for a while...if he is queer.

John's heart completely stopped at that one paragraph. He didn't need to read more to know anything. John smirked at the idea that he could mess with Paul the next day. Oh, I will be having some fun with you, McCartney.

The Next Day, in John's P.O.V

I'm walking over to Paul's house, nervous but mostly excited. I've hid his diary well in my bag, just in case he tried looking for it. I knocked on his door and he answered, looking as chirpy as he usually does. We exchange hello's and he allows me inside.

"So," I say smirking to myself. "Should we continue working on the cords? Or...we can do something else?" I ask very seductively. Paul seems to stutter on his words. "U-uhm, what did you have in m-mind?" It's working. I slowly grab inside my bag for his diary and as I pull it out I say, "Well, we could do what you say in this little thing." His eyes widen and he quickly grabs for it, but not quickly enough. "W-where did you get that?" He asks worriedly. "Found it in my bag." I say inspecting it. "If you want, you could do whatever you want to do to me. Or, I could just leave and we could stay friends." I say. Paul quickly shakes his head and says "NO! No, we do what I wanna do." He says frantically, wanting me to stay. I giggle at him and toss him his notebook. He grabs and hugs it like his whole life depended on that thing.

I smirk quite happily to myself. "So, you wrote that 'you want to shove me up against a wall and kiss me until my lip bleeds'?" I mimic what he wrote, which makes him blush like a madman. I pull his collar and say, "Well we can start right now, pretty boy. Where's your bedroom?"

THE END.

(A/N: Sorry if you were expecting smut/lemon of any sort, I can't write that type of shit yet. Sorry.)