Flaws | Starrison [✖️]

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happy belated birthday Kurt Cobain!!
you would've been 49 :,)

//1967-forever//

"it's better to burn out than to fade away..."

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btw i wrote this at 2 in the morning forgive teh sloppiness

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Paul's dad went out for work early. Mike had Saturday classes this week, leaving the three of them in the three lads in the Mccartney house.

"You can't really crash here forever, Geo." Paul said, taking a sip of his tea.

"I know." George slumped in his chair. "God, Paul, I don't know what to..." He rubbed his face with his hands.

Paul frowned. "What do you mean, George?"

"Ringo can't go back to his place because his dad's a homophobic piece of shit, John'll find out I'd slept with him and..." George paled. "Jesus Christ, what if he finds out about the dare?" His breath quickened. "Oh God, I ruined his life!"

Paul widened his eyes at George's statement.

"What the actual fuck, George?"

"He was alright and perfectly fine before I fucking crashed into his life!" George bursted out. "I---"

Paul's phone rang, cutting him off.

"Oh shit."

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[Jawn Lemon is calling]
[Accept Call?]

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[Call declined.]

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John stared at his phone in disbelief. Then he narrowed his eyes at it.

Paul always answered his call in a heartbeat.

John couldn't help but feel suspicious all of the sudden. Something definitely fishy was going on and it wasn't Aunt Mimi's cooking.

After all, John hated getting no reply.

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This time, Paul answered.

"Hey John!"

"Hey Macca." He greeted, pacing his bedroom. "How are you?"

"I'm, erm, fine?"

John furrowed his eyebrows. The suspicious feeling was back. Paul sounded strangely nervous.

"Okay?" He said, a bit confused. He scratched his nape. "Is it alright if I head over to your place? I've got some new lyrics that I wanted to show you. You know, before we head over to Hamburg."

Silence.

"Oh, yeah. H-Hamburg." John heard him mumble something but couldn't really understand it much. "I'm sorry John, I'm really busy. George---"

"George is with you?" He raised his eyebrows.

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Paul gulped when he felt George's glare on him.

"You utter idiot." George whispered harshly.

"I--- uh--- Fuck. Listen, John I---"

"I'll be coming over in---"

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John grumbled when his phone's screen faded to black.

Cursed phones and their short life spans. He thought, tossing the phone carelessly on the bed.

He'd go to Stu's place instead.

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"I feel so bad now." Paul pouted. "Why am I always at the wrong end of the stick?"

George snickered. "What stick, Paulie?"

He glared at him. "You know what stick. It's a saying, good god George who raised you?"

The younger rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He smirked. "It won't change the fact that you're obviously queer for John Winston Lennon."

Paul blushed. "I'm not---"

And before Paul could finish George left the living room and headed to where his lovely slept.

Paul scowled. "I'm not that queer, am I?"

"You are!"

"Shuttup George! You're the gay one here!"

Silence. Paul felt triumph swell in him.

"Well, you aren't wrong there."

Paul scoffed. "When am I ever wrong?"

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