Careless Talk

Smoking on the curb

"George?" Paul mumbled into his crossed arms as he laid on his bed, George had his face buried into his own arms but was laying across the floor.

"Paul?"

"We need to study" Paul said with certainty in his voice but his body made no move to push himself up to follow said suggestion. George just gave a groan and burrowed his head deeper into his arms. "George?"

"No"

Paul finally began to sit up and grabbed a pencil, he whipped it at George's head. George flopped himself over and looked up at Paul with a pout, he grabbed the pencil and put the tip of the eraser in his mouth. "We'll need mood music, then!" He shot up and crawled over Pauls bed to the other side. He reached over to his record player and put on whatever was closest to him. Music flooded the room and George happily grinned and continued to hang over Pauls bed.

"George?"

"I can't study, there's no room for learning anything new, Paul! My brain is at capacity!" George whined and threw himself up.

"Make room then" Paul bumped his shoulder

"If I do that, other stuff is gonna leak out. It's a vicious cycle" George pointed the pencil into Pauls face, Paul pushed it down into George's lap. "I'm already forgetting what we read an hour ago....in fact I think I'm forgetting everything"

Paul rolled his eyes and stood up but George grabbed his arm "stranger, what is your name?" George made false wide eyes, Paul pushed his palm into his face and he fell backwards onto the bed.

"I'm serious, Geo." Paul huffed.

"What are you worried about, Paul? We're passing"

"Yeah but-"

"Let's take a break then" George hopped off the bed.

"Where are we going?" Paul followed him down his stairs.

"The record store, the diner. I don't know" George shrugged as they fled the house. Paul followed George aimlessly around town.

"We've been walking forever" Paul whined. George tipped his head back

"Well, you weren't hungry and you didn't seem like you wanted to go record shopping" George turned on his heels atop the cracking pavement. "Where do you want to go you big priss?"

"I dunno" Paul shrugged, George poked his shoulder.

"Then quit your complaining" George picked his hand up and pinched Pauls cheek.

"We can smoke on the curb outside the houses down there if you'd like?" George pointed forward and squinted his eyes as if it would help him see.  Paul let go of his pout and smiled with an eager nod.

"Best idea you've had!" Paul pulled George off towards the street. They crouched onto the cement curb."This is the best place to smoke!" Paul happily lit his cig and George's.

"You only just started smoking, Paul. There could be better curbs that you don't know about" George pointed out. Paul rolled his cigarette around.

"This one will always be me favorite" Paul smiled as George gripped his legs and crossed them. Paul leaned against a stop sign and breathed in his smoke. "So anything new with ya?"

"Paul, we see each other every second of the day....would could be new with me that you wouldn't already know about?" George chuckled.

"Dunno, so nothing then?"

"Well, uh what do you think of that Ringo character?" George pulled forward and blew a single smoke ring. Paul twisted his lips to the side of his face.