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Cookies (McLennon Fanfic)

WARNING: CONTAINS FLUFF. IF TOO SENSITIVE TO FLUFF, PLEASE DON'T READ.

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"Stupid Harrison," a man with grandfather glasses entered the room. He looked angry, afraid and most of all intimidating.

"Johnny boy, what's wrong?" another guy in a sweater asked while sitting in swivel chair with his bass.

There was, awkward tension the two men. And then the guy with glasses shouted, "Stop James! 'M not in the mood!" The other man sighed. Typical John.

John sighed and he picked up his six-string. He started strumming chords, picking a string or two randomly, while sitting on the corner of the studio room.

"John? Are you okay," Paul tried to relieve the annoyance, that was, John's.

"Yes James!" he said in a furious rage.

"It's Paul. Please don't call me James. It's my first name, but a stupid one." And with that, John threw his guitar on the mat, cracking a bit and ran to the other room where Yoko, George and Ringo aren't nowhere to be seen arguing.

Paul was shocked and confused and a little annoyed too. What a pessimist. And yet he started running after him.

...

There he was, standing in the middle on the room, after searching thorough in Abbey Road Studios. John's back was facing towards Paul.

John suddenly turned to the other man in the room and hugged him. It all happened so fast that they could not register what the heck was going on.

"Paul, 'm sorry..." he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and gently weeped until Paul's red sweater became drenched in tears and usually Paul would hiss at even a small stain on the sweater. "I'll explain Macca."

Paul always liked that nickname. "So, Yoko was 'a hungry, and then she told me, "John I get some cookies," and then she got Harrison's cookies and then, and then..." he started laughing, and Paul started laughing too.

"Really, fighting over cookies? Yoko Ono with John Lennon and George Harrison, fighting over cookies. Next Hollywood scandal!"

They kept laughing their faces off, on the floor until John got serious. "Seriously though, he did pack a punch with his words," he said, feeling a pang in his heart.

"I'm not George, but I can help ya' out. You know, you should consider talkin' to 'im, see what words can be useful. You know him, with his Indian stuff. But if it doesn't work, you can just-"

John couln't take it anymore. He pressed his lips against Paul's.

Suddenly, a weight that was heavy has been lifted off of his shoulders. They both felt liberated with this kiss. Paul was in awe but started kissing back.

After a few minutes of gently grazing on each other, they pulled away.

"John..." they stared into each other's eyes, "Are you ready?"

"Paul, luv, f** k the cookies. I just wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna be your man."

The younger man chuckled, and then frowned a bit. "But what about-"

"What about aliens? Oh, I don't know," he chuckled at his own joke, "Ah, let's do it together, trying' to reconcile with Harrison."

"Seriously? You're still calling him Harrison...?"

"Don't worry Paulie. I'm not angry. I'm just frustrated at him."

Suddenly, they heard clapping, whistling and howling. They immediately knew who it was. S**t. John immediately ran for the door.

"Geo? Ritchie? Martin?! Eppy?!? Mal?!?! HOW COULD YOU?!?

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