Two of Us (McLennon)

Part 6 - Troubles at Home

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Part 6 - Troubles at Home

Soon enough, the blinding sunlight seemed to tear open Johns eyelids. He groaned tiredly and started shifting around. He then stopped when the small shape next to him smacked him with a pillow.

"Oh my god will you stop? I'm sleeping," Paul groaned. John laughed, receiving a hard kick in the shin.

"Ouch!" John whined before sitting on Paul. Paul pouted and tried to push John away, but was not able to in his weakened and sleepy state.

John leaned down and kissed Paul gently, immediately calming him down. After they pulled away, Paul stared at their now joined hands and just smiled.

"You seem happy," John stated.

"I am happy," Paul answered simply. He kissed Johns hand and was about to say something when someone pounded on the door.

"If you two gits don't open the goddamn door I'm going to break it down," The voice on the other side of the door seethed. It was obviously George's voice.

"I thought you were supposed to be the peaceful quiet one!" John teased him as he got out of bed.

"Lennon, I swear to god-" George was cut off when John opened the door, smirking.

"You were saying?" John smiled cheekily. George growled something and pushed past him.

"Brian puked in your shower this morning," George said, stalking off to the bathroom. The door slammed and a moment later the water was running in the shower.

Paul grimaced. "I don't want to go back to our room now."

John nodded in agreement. "I say we just go and get a change of clothes. Then we can go out to breakfast?" John sounded hopeful.

"Sounds like a plan," Paul stood and ran his hands through Johns hair. The two eventually walked out into the hallway, to find their very disheveled manager standing outside the door.

"Morning Brian," John an Paul said at the same time. Brian nodded in acknowledgement and walked into his room.

Back in their own room, Paul and John found Ringo reclining on the couch.

"Head hurting at all Ringo?" Paul asked, smirking.

"Actually, no. Unlike our band mate and manager I can control myself around alcohol," Ringo snickered.

Paul and John chuckled and dug out fresh clothes from their suitcases. Paul crushed a shirt to his nose and took a deep breath.

"Smells like home," He said, a hint of sadness in his voice. As he was putting on a shirt, John looked down at Paul.

"We'll be home soon. After Paris we go home," John reminded him.

"Home where...Dang it!" Paul almost screamed. John jumped.

"What?!" John rushed over to Paul's side.

"Jane! Jane is at home! How do I tell her..." Paul trailed off.

"Oh. Right. Jane." John and Paul, caught up with each other, forgot about Jane. She could ruin this entire relationship.



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