The Beatles: A Mini-series

McLennon (1966)

"Hi, John! How goes it?" Paul asked as he walked into John's house.
John smiled at his friend. "Hey, Paul. Just hangin' some stuff up."
Paul nodded. "Mm. Groovy, groovy."
Paul went to John's house to work on some new material for Revolver. Every time Paul got to go over, he got so excited. Ever since Paul met John in 57, his like for John turned into love as the years went by. Paul always wanted to tell Mr. Lennon how he felt, but never had the guts. "What's the point?" Paul would think. John has a wife, a kid, and he can get any girl he wants. Why would he want Paul?
       "Hey just to let you know, Cynthia and Julian are out, so there's no one to make us sandwiches," John said, laughing at his own bad joke. Paul laughed along. He was happy. He and John alone; just what he wanted.
      "Come, let's go work on some more songs," said John. Paul followed John to his music room, bass in hand. Once in the room, they pulled out their instruments and material.
     "Alright John, let's hear that new number you were telling me about over the phone," Paul said eagerly. He always loved to listen to John sing.
     "Okay." John sets up his guitar. "1..2.. When I Wake up in the morning, lift my head, I'm still yawning. When I'm in the middle of a dream, stay in bed, float up stream. Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am. I'm only sleeping.." John stopped. "That's all I've got so far. What you think?"
      Paul nodded his head. "Brilliant. I dig it."
   Paul looked up at John and saw a pleased look across his thin lips. "Thanks, Paul. With your help it can be even better."
   Paul chuckled. "Oh humor me again, why don't you."
   John frowned. "I'm serious. Paul, we wouldn't be as good if it wasn't for you, love. Yesterday was one of our best songs, ya know."
    Paul blushed. "Thanks John. Well, that's why we're Lennon-McCartney. Together, we're unstoppable."
      John smiled. "Hey, that's right. You and I."
   Paul couldn't take it any longer. He blurted out, "John I love you!" John stared at Paul, shocked. And then, "I..love you too, Paul."
   Paul's heart pounded. "Are you messing with me?"
    John sighed. "No, I'm not. I've loved you for a long time. I've just repressed it, ya know. I have a family. You have Jane. We have reputations. I believed I could never tell you. I'm honestly glad you did it first."
     Paul leaned closer to John, putting his hand on John's knee. "We don't have to pretend anymore, John. It can be our little secret, if you'd like."
    "I'd like that very much Paul." John leaned in and kissed Paul. Magical sparks flew, the kiss being better than anticipated. More kisses flowed between mouths, and John pulled Paul onto his lap. Paul had never felt so happy; so many emotions ran through his head. And one thought came into mind. John was finally his.