"Paul? how? I just.. can't-" John tried but Paul put his hand on John's mouth again.
"John, the only thing that you have to know is that I'm a bad person, and I can't be your friend anymore. I won't play in your band. I lied, I'm alive. And I'm sorry, but I messed up everything." Paul had his eyes wet.
"But Paul... HOW? George told me that you were de-"
"I know, I know. Everything was my fault. I faked my own death. To hurt you, to avenge. George and Ringo wanted to help me, but it's all my fault, okay?"
"Okay Paul? OKAY? NO! IT'S NOT FUCKING OKAY!!!" John shouted. With tears running across his face.
Paul started to cry too.
"DON'T FUCKING CRY!" John hit him on the cheek. With all his strength.
Paul fell to the floor, crying softly.
"Paul I'm gonna make you regret. I swear I... I fucking hate you. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" John cried loudly.
He took Paul by the shirt and made him stand up.
"You better get the fuck out of here if you don't want to die right now." His noses were almost touching.
Paul exploted. "WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH?! I'M NOT DEAD AND NOTHING'S CHANGED! YOU'VE NEVER BEEN A GOOD FRIEND ANYWAY!" He tried to calm himself. "Dead or alive John, what's the difference? You never saw me like I saw you."
John seemed shocked.
"What I mean is... I saw you as a kind of idol... I wanted to be like you." Paul tried to explain what he felt with other words... being careful of not say "I like you...so much."
"But you never cared about me. You always saw me as a kid!" Paul couldn't stop the tears.
John started to laugh.
"Because you ARE a fucking kid!!!! YOU ARE AN IMMATURE LITTLE SHIT! Even I am more mature Paul! You proved me that you are... no. You are not a kid. You are an animal.... NO! You are a fucking insect. A very stupid one." John let Paul go. He walked to the door.
"And you are wrong. When you were supposedly dead, I realised that I appreciated you. And that you were my only friend." With those words John went out.
Paul ran out too. He went to his house, not caring about the classes.
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3 days and no signs of John. Paul started to worry.
He went to George's house but George didn't let him come in.
"Are you sure that you haven't seen him?"
"Paul, he must be as agry with me as he is with you. How could I know where he is?"
"Because he is not THAT angry with you..." Paul looked the ground.
"Maybe he'll fake his own death."
Paul looked at George with wet eyes. "It's not funny."
"No Paul. It's not. You and I diserve his hate. We were stupid, and NOT FUNNY." George was so serious. That made Paul nervous and sad. George didn't use to be like this.
"I need to talk to him... please if you see him-"
"Okay Paul, I know." George shouted the door.
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One day John finally appeared in the school. He ignored Paul.
Until the break.
Paul saw John, and he went to talk with him.
"John, where have you been? I've been worried..." Paul sat next to him.
"Did you bring money?"
"W-what?" Paul seemed surprised for that question.
"You heard me. Do you have money here?"
"Yes, my lunch money..."
"Give it to me. Now." John was serious. He didn't look at Paul any moment.
"I can't, it's for my lu-"
"I don't care, man. Give it to me now if you don't want problems." John interrumped.
"Why are you doing this? what problems? what the hell are you talking about John?!" Paul seemed desperate.
"Listen, I'm losing my patience with you. Give me your money, NOW!" John shouted.
"Ok, ok... here." Paul gave him the money. And John just walked away.
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Ops, it's been a long time! sorry.
In the next chapter things will get better, don't worry :)
THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND WAITING! <3
