Peace (lennstarr)

Frustration

>> frustration <<

<> a feeling of dissatisfaction, often accompanied by anxiety or depression, resulting from unfulfilled needs or unresolved problems <>

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"oh thank god you're here Johnny! I never thought you'd come but here you are!" Stu smiled once the disgruntled man came through the glass door with his black canvas bag and portraits in his other hand.

"yeah yeah Sutcliffe." John groaned and plopped down on his chair, boredom overcoming his senses.

"this might not be a good time but Brian's looking for you." Stu says and pats John on the back sympathetically before jogging off to his own station.

"fucking hell." John murmured and trudged almost painfully to the studio only a few feet away from him.

the office of an artist varies from that of a doctor or lawyer. it wasn't even an office to begin with. instead of diplomas or certificates of accomplishments you'd see starry night by Van Gogh and splatters or drabbles from other artists. the studio bled with color and it was a tad bit odd in its own beautiful way. but it was all coming from an artist's perspective, what was he to say?

"Johnny boy," Brian smiled once the studio door closed. "why so late?"

"well I woke up late." John answered and thought back to the cup of coffee Stu probably had waiting on his desk.

"three hours late John?" Brian sighed and John but his lip nervously.

"w--well you see Brian, I was essentially trying to go early, I swear, it's just that, well I was helping out my roommate with some stuff and then I slept really late." John stuttered and hoped that Brian would believe him.

"your roommate?" Brian smirked as John's eyes widened. shit. he never mentioned Ringo to anyone at work except Stu.

"y--yeah my roommate. he's really nice and stuff y'know." John said and felt the room getting smaller.

"well then tell him that your job is important too. get to work Lennon." Brian smiled and patted him on the back before returning to his own artwork.

"a--alright." John nodded and tripped over the chair in the studio before stumbling out the room with big gaping breaths.

all he wished for right now was that no one bothers him and leaves him alone. he had work to do.

as he walked over to his own studio, he could smell the strong odor of black coffee and a thick cloud of cigarette smoke along with an enormous pile of ashes in the ashtray. the studio itself was a bright white with hints of rainbow colored specks all around it. in front of his drawing desk was a cork board filled with pictures of mainly his family and friends. Paul, George, Stu, and Ringo.

within eye level, was by far John's favorite photograph. it was the day that Ringo had moved in with him.

just three years ago John had been a struggling artist who had barely saved up the money for a two room apartment. he had no job yet, no willing family members who would lend him money, and and no willing friends who wanted to spend 24/7 with him.

that left John sitting on the floor of the empty apartment, phone in his hand and pout forming on his lips.

he couldn't live alone. he couldn't afford the house. what would he do?

the same day John had decided to invite his friends over to his house. well, what was on track of becoming one anyways.

there was Paul and his new boyfriend George, who had thick eyebrows, a thick accent, and a skinny little body. John couldn't recall a time when they weren't separated from each other, snogging, or even cuddling up on the couch.

but besides them stood a short man with big blue eyes, trembling pale pink lips, and fluffy brown hair bordering into blonde standing next to the doorway. he wore a pale purple sweatshirt about three sizes too big for him, jeans that fit just right, a pair of busted converse, and mismatched socks to his amusement. all in all that boy was fucking adorable.

"hey Paulie," John whispered once the boy finally took a breath after sniffing for what seems like hours. "who's that?"

"oh him? that's Ritchie. we just call him Ringo." he answered and turned back to his new lover.

"Ringo, alright." John mumbled to himself and strode over towards the man until he could see him a small bit better.

he stood with a red plastic cup resting on his lips, crooked teeth bared as someone uttered a joke. John's heart skipped a beat and he let out a small laugh so that Ringo could turn around to face him.

they stole a glance. blue met auburn and all of John's troubles melted away. he leaned down and tapped Ringo's shoulder gently until he faced him completely.

"hi." Ringo giggled and brushed away a few loose strands of hair from his eyes.

"hullo," John gasped and bit his lip slightly. "I'm John."

"oh you're the owner? Paulie and Geo invited me to go with them to this party. it's nice to meet you, really." Ringo smiles and holds out his hand.

"well it's nice to meet you." John smiled and shook the man's hand.

John sighed and peered over towards his canvas bag, he saw his regular cup of black coffee with a little pink post it note stuck on the lid. he smiled to himself and plopped down to get a better view of the handiwork.

hope Brian didn't kill you or fire you~ xoxo Stu

John smiled and turned the post it over in his hand, looking over each word and feeling he smile get bigger and bigger by the second. he shook his head gently and slapped it over his head.

he didn't notice it landed over his favorite picture on the cork board. he didn't notice it blocked Ringo entirely. he didn't care to check.

(Yay y'all finally have a long chapter thank me later)