Petty (lennstarr)

5

George

George watched on as John strummed on his own guitar, who was biting back his laughter every time he caught a glimpse of the younger lad. His blood began to boil and he felt the need to connect his knuckles to John's face.

"Where'd the others go?" George asked and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He needed it.

"Y'know, I have no clue." John admitted and put his guitar down.

George sucked in a puff of smoke and held it in for a few seconds. He hoped that one of them would come in soon. He didn't want to be alone with John.

And somehow, as if God had answered his prayers, Paul came in through the door followed by Ringo a few steps behind. Both men lit up and ran off to meet their own lover at the door, John making a bigger deal than George when he proceeded to pick Ringo up and spin him around until they both erupted in giggles. George rolled his eyes and gave Paul a quick peck on the cheek before they all returned to the middle of the room, glancing around awkwardly as they had nothing to do.

"So," Paul asked and sat on the floor. "What'll we do?"

"Well I propose we can sit around and do nothing." George answered and laid down, head resting on Paul's lap.

"Yeah well I second that." Ringo said and leaned on John's shoulder for support.

"It's not like we could do anything else," George said and played with Paul's shirt. "Our instruments are gone."

"Where are they anyways?" Paul asked and sat up, much to George's complaints.

"Oh, well," John blushed and everyone looked at him expectantly. "I might've sort of hid them somewhere."

"And where this somewhere?" Ringo asked.

"It's, well it's," John was flustered. Everyone was getting worried. "Lets just say I have it stored somewhere safe."

Paul's eyes widened and he almost threw himself on top of John. "Where the fuck are our instruments?"

George stood back and watched on as his boyfriend tried to smack the daylights out of John. As bad as it sounds, it was rather entertaining to watch, that is if you don't know what the ultimate outcome would be.

"Come on Johnny," Ringo sighed and pulled John away from Paul. "Can you tell me where they are?"

John looked back at his boyfriend, his blue eyes melting the anger in John's heart. His hand moved up John's arm and the younger man blushed.

"Well, I took 'em to Aunt Mimi's." John whispered and everyone else gasped.

"What the fuck John!" George yelled and everyone turned to him. "Are you mad!"

"No!" John yelled back defensively and reached for Ringo's hand. "I was just angry!"

"You weren't angry," Paul muttered and Ringo's eyes went wide. Don't say god don't say it. "You're just being petty."

He said it. Fuck.

George backed away from the room, watching as John turned a cherry red and his grip on Ringo's hand tightened. The older man had to put his whole body weight in his hand so that John wouldn't hurt Paul.

"Calm down baby," Ringo whispered in John's ear and kissed his cheek gently. "You're fine."

John snarled and dragged his lover off to a corner in the studio.

Paul did the same with George and stole the cigarette from his lips, taking a long drag of the tobacco before collapsing on the floor. His head was pulsing and he couldn't think straight.

George shook his head and smoothed out Paul's hair. "He's just having a fit," Paul sighed and took in another drag. "You'll be fine."

"Oh I hope so." Paul said and glared at John from across the room.