Careless Talk

Buddy Holly

Paul was digging his fingers through the dusty records as George peered over his shoulder, judging each one Paul passed.

"ew, gross, no good-"

"If you don't shut up" Paul threw an annoyed glance at George

"That's no way to talk to your boyfriend" George chuckled and poked at Paul, earning him a hearty laugh from the boy. "You find your Buddy Holly yet?" George asked, clutching his own records.

"Yes!" Paul proudly holds up the record, shoving it in George's hands,

"Why ya giving it to me?"

"Me boyfriend is suppose to pay for me, ain't he?" Paul fluttered his eyelashes at George, who shoved the records to Paul

"I'm paying for dinner, may I remind ya" he smirked as Paul sighed and trudged to the counter, a happy George not far behind him.

Paul swung the bag around in his hand as George led him into a small diner "they got the best crisps here, mate!" George swung the door open and Paul caught it.

"And how do they qualify as such, Geo? You say that about nearly everything you eat" Paul followed him inside and pulled at one of the metal chairs. "After you" Paul gestured for George to sit at the chair he pulled out. George gave a mocking curtsy and went to sit, only to have Paul pull out the chair from under him. He thumped to the ground.

"That's not very gentlemanly, Paul" George held out his hand to have Paul pull him up. Paul walked around him and sat in his own seat. George gaped at him and pushed himself up "might have to break up with ya" he dusted himself off.

"You'd be nothing without me" Paul pursed his lips and flung the lamented menu open, flipping through it.

" Ta for that, love" George chuckled and ordered them one order of chips. "Your dads ok with you spoiling your dinner?" George asked, playing with the salt and pepper shakers.

"Suppose he doesn't care much" Paul shrugged as the chips were set out in front of them. They were perfectly warm with the salt settled onto the greased mound. George reached his hand in but Paul slapped his hand away.

"Oi!"

" remember I'm eating them too, pig!" Paul teased and stuffed one into his mouth.

"Very graceful, Paul"

Paul teasingly opened his mouth, having yet to swallow and poked out his tongue.

"And you call me a pig" George laughed and dug his hand back into the chips, Paul cackled and swallowed the mess in his mouth.

They both heard the bell over the door before they saw them, John and his tall mate had entered as if they'd just escaped their rolling cloud of smoke. Paul stopped mid-chew and George looked up.

"Oi, we've caught them on a little date" the tall guy put his palm on George's back, sending chills up his spine. John slowly strutted over to their table and took his hand out of his pockets and into their chips to shove one into his mouth, salt spreading to the edges of his lips and coating them in grease. He smirked and picked up the bag Paul had put next to the table. He dug his hand into it and pulled out the Buddy Holly record, Paul felt himself flush.

"Buddy Holly, huh? That's mighty interesting, innit Stu?" John gazed up at his mate,

"I'd say so" Stu took the record from John, who put his foot on Pauls chair, shoving Paul over a little. John leaned his forearm over his knee and looked down at him.

"Got some suppressed feelings for me do ya, queer?" John lit a cig a few inches between their faces, heating Pauls cheeks even more as George looked at them helplessly. John puffed smoke into Pauls face, he coughed. John grabbed Pauls chin once again, forcing his cough to end with his shocked intake of breath.