Careless Talk

I lost my little girl

John had Pauls bag bouncing against his back, he'd abandoned Stu a couple of halls ago. He found an empty classroom and thrust himself inside and closed the door. He pushed himself on a desk and laid the bag over his lap and unzipped it. He felt a little weird about digging through Pauls bag but once he came across a lightly colored album, he pulled it out and thrust the bag aside. He flipped it over to the back and smiled a little at the swooped lettering that was slightly smudged. He skimmed over it

'Well, I woke up late this morning
My head was in a whirl
Only then I realized
I lost my little girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Well, her clothes were not expensive
Her hair didn't always curl
I don't know why I love her
But I love my little girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Well, gather 'round people
Let me tell you the story
The very first song I wrote
Well, gather 'round people
Let me tell you the story
The very first song I wrote
I woke up late this morning
My head was in a whirl
Only then I realized
I lost my little girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I said'

John placed the album back into the bag with a grin and hopped off the desk, running off to find Paul.
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Paul was thumping his leg up and down nervously as he waited by his locker. He knew he should be waiting for George but he found part of him was waiting for John to show up. With every minute that George remained absent, he felt his eyes scanning the crowd for John. He was craving feedback so bad that he didn't care if John had to rag on him a little to talk to him in school.

John was darting down the hall before he decided to conceal his speed and slow down just before spotting Paul down the hall. He strutted up to him and reached out to grab Pauls chin.

"Aye dirty queer" he hissed but his face remained happily amused

Paul looked around the hall and let John pull him around the corner to an empty hall. John let go of his chin and let go of the bag between their feet and pulled out the album.

"What did ya think?" Paul asked nervously as John held the record close to him.

"Grand, Paul. I've had a throw away song it reminds me of "

"So it's a throw away?" Paul felt his stomach drop but John shot his head up

"No Paul s'not, mine might've been.....so uh bout the poem-"

"It's great John, really great" Paul hadn't noticed how close he'd gotten to John until the end of the compliment. "I was wondering actually" Paul stopped for a second and gathered himself  " you wrote about love, uh so I uh"

"Spit it out" John chuckled a little

" have you ever been-"

"In love?" John leaned on the lockers and took out a cig with a smirk.

"Well, yeah" Paul shrugged, embarrassed with a slight blush.

"Just lust maybe" John pointed his cig upward and then put it back between his fingers. "There a little girl out there  opening her legs for you?" John teased. Paul gaped his mouth and punched his shoulder.

"No" Paul assumed the teasing didn't require an answer but he answered anyway.

"Saving yourself for George?" John continued the light teasing as soon as he thought of it

"Shuddup" Paul would usually be annoyed but he couldn't help but chuckle. "And who was the subject of your lust, then?" Paul stole one of Johns cigs. John sunk down to sit against the wall, Paul copied him.