Mike woke him up. It was 10 p.m. it was cold.
"Hey wake up! we have to go!" Mike was on the top of the bed.
"Urgh shut up i want to sleep. You have to go not me." Paul seemed angry.
"You're not coming?" Mike looked surprised.
"No. I'm gonna live here, with uncle Albert." Paul covered his face with the sheets.
"What? No! You can't!"
"Please let me sleep. Get out." Paul closed his eyes.
Mike went out. And Paul started to think about Liverpool. He felt sad, and he wanted to play bass. He wanted to see George and John. He needed to see John. But it was impossible.
He also thought about George's words.
"First problem and you fake your own death? Just an idiot would do that."
George was so right that time. Paul felt like an idiot. Like the biggest idiot on the world.
"I don't want this. I'm not angry with John anymore, i want to play in his band and i want to come back to my school. I miss every stupid kid of my school. I MISS JOHN." He repeated in his mind.
He heard the door opening.
"Son, we're leaving. At least you could say goodbye..." Jim walked in.
"I can't believe he is staying here." Mike said more to himself.
"Dad no. Please wait for me. I'm going too."
Jim smiled. Mike rolled his eyes.
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He phoned George immediately.
"Hello?" George answered.
"Geo, i'm going to Liverpool! I'll come ba-"
George cut.
And now Paul felt a terrible sadness. It's obviously, George hated him now. All the things that he did to Paul for... nothing. Now he'll be alone in Liverpool. And he'll have to go to other school. Because John will hate him too. Everything was fucked up.
They arrived in Liverpool at 5 pm, it was dark and cold, but Paul loved the feeling of being at home again.
Mike and Jim started to walk to their house but Paul didn't want to go there yet. Paul started to walk to the contrary side.
"You're not coming?" Jim turned to Paul.
"Uhm, sorry but no. I'll go to the park, i need fresh air." Paul seemed sad.
"Ok, see you at home."
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He sat in his bench. The bench where George and he used to sit on. Always the same bench and always the same good feeling.
But suddenly someone sit next to Paul.
"He is not ok y'know. What are you doing here?" Someone spoke. Paul has heard that voice before.
"R-Ritchie?" Paul looked the guy next to him with big eyes.
"Ringo, yes."
"But you said that i can call you like that..."
"That was when i met you in the club. When you used to be a lovely person." Ringo just looked the ground. "He is not ok Paul, why are you doing this?"
"Who are you talking about..?" Paul knew it.
"John. I saw him. He went to the cemetery and he is broken. At the begining he couldn't believe it, but when he saw your tomb, his world came down. And now Paul, now you are here... what do you pretend? Can you explain me all this mess please? I don't get it..." Ringo was so serious, and that made Paul nervous.
"I'm just a complete and big asshole."
"I can see it buy why?!" Ringo looked direct into Paul's eyes now.
"Because i'm a very stupid kid. What else could it be Ringo..." Paul looked the ground. And he felt terrible. John is suffering, and is for his fault. Things can't be worse.
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John woke up. But he knew that he was dreaming because Paul was there. Sleeping next to him. John smiled.
Paul looked so...
"Beautiful." John whispered.
