George's POV
That day started off like any old Tuesday. Wake up, go to school, go home and get a gun pressed against you're spine. Wait, did I say normal? Oh, I meant frickin insane.
"Hey, George?"
"Yes?"
"You know what? Never mind. Just tell the guys to come over to your house after church. I have something I ought to tell you."
"Alright."
"Mr. McCartney, Mr. Harrison, I would appreciate it if you would carry out the rest of your lovely conversation after class that would be fantastic."
And thus, Paul didn't speak to me for the rest of the day. Rather deliberately might I add. When I said hello to him he simply muttered a response and walked away. He seemed particularly on edge and that was unusual. Or at least, for him. He was usually so happy to talk to me. So energized. Now he jumped whenever I touched him. He had dark circles under his eyes and he seemed to be dozing off in class. Something was clearly wrong but I did not want to point that out. For, if I was wrong that would be awfully embarrassing. And so, I kept to myself.
Later that day at my home, it wasn't much better.
"I don't know how to say this. I just- I just don't want to make you upset."
"I can handle it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"You know Denzil?"
"...Yes... What about him?"
"He...left me a note. Several in fact. And...he wants us dead. Um, both of us."
"W-What?"
"Um..."
I curled up into a ball and buried my face between my knees.
"But we're going to be okay." The doorbell rung and Paul smiled. "See, the guys are here now. We're going to be fine."
I stood up and followed Paul to the door.
It wasn't the guys.
It was him.
And he was not going to rest until me and Paul were dead. That was made clear once the gun in his hand became visible. Paul pressed his back against the door and anchored his feet to the floor, doing his best to keep the door closed. I did the same, but to no avail.
Then, before I knew what was happening, a gun was pressed against my back. And, before I could move, a gunshot sounded.
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✔ CHURCH BOYS ⇢ MCHARRISON/LENNSTARR
FanfictionWARNING!!! ::: I WROTE THIS A COUPLE YEARS AGO AND BEFORE I HAD ANY EXPERIENCE WITH MENTAL ILLNESS, THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE DEPICTION OF ANY OF THE AFFLICTIONS DESCRIBED AND IT'S BAD BUT STILL ENJOY 4 misfits come together the only way that they can...
