Two of Us (McLennon)

Part 3 - Glittery City

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol

Part 3 - Glittery City

When John woke up, the first thing he noticed was the extra weight on top of him and the tickle on his chin.

Glancing down, he noticed that the dark haired man that he loved so much was laying on top of him, fast asleep. His hair tickled Johns chin every time he breathed. John shifted around in attempt to see out his window, only to wake up Paul.

Paul lifted his head drowsily and gave a warm smile to John.

"Mornin' John." Paul smiled and rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning, sleepy head," John laughed, poking Paul's cheek.

"Shut up," Paul giggled, smacking Johns chest playfully. John laughed and was about to shoot back a retort, but Brian had walked up.

"Sit up lovebirds. We're landing," Brian fought a smile and returned to his position in the rear of the plane.

Paul pushed up from John, pulling a comb out of his pocket and starting to comb out his messy hair, ignoring the smirk he received from John.

"The cute one must maintain his status," Paul noted, receiving a snicker from John. Paul then gave his most threatening look (which wasn't threatening at all) and then started fussing over Johns hair.

"John, I know you're naturally cute but we need to fix your hair," Paul almost choked when he realized what he'd said. John had frozen and so had Paul, so Paul continued to silently fix Johns hair.

"Paul..." John said eventually.

"Yes?" Paul answered almost too quickly.

"Look out the window..." John sounded awestruck by now, and Paul new why the second he looked out the window. Paul gasped and dove onto Johns lap, staring out.

Out of they're small, circular window, Paul and John saw the beautiful glittery city of Paris, stretching out before them in the darkness.

**Later**

Sitting lazily on his hotel bed, John Lennon had absolutely nothing to do.

Because of the long time they'd stayed in New York, they were awake in the dead of night.

John looked around. Ringo and George sat at the table, drinking whiskey that Brian had brought over to share, while Paul sat cross legged on his bed, scribbling into a notebook. Paul looked slightly stressed as his cheeks began to obtain a slightly pink color as he wrote faster and faster across the page.

Eventually, Paul threw his pen across the room, making John jump from the sudden thud on the window.

Paul stood, pulling on his shirt quickly before running into the restroom. John took this as an opportunity to read what Paul had written.

Running across the room, going unseen by the others, John snatched up the journal.

John wanted to read Paul's journal, but there wasn't time. Paul had started to come back into the room, giving John no choice but to throw the journal back onto the bed and dive onto the couch.

"Hey Johnny," Paul had sauntered over, skimming his fingertips on Johns shoulder. "Wanna go see the city?"

John immediately nodded, knowing that no one else would want to go. Paul didn't even offer for them to go.

"Stay out of trouble!" Brian called as the two walked out.

"It's one in the morning, Eppy, no one will be out," John called back, slamming the door.

Paul looked over at John and smiled, and then the two set off for the glittery city of Paris.

|Is this even any good omf.

-Jaden|