Careless Talk

Migraines

Paul cringed slightly at the direction John had run off to before he went off to the concession stand, the walk was short and a little troubled. When he turned the corner into the stand, the trouble elevated. George was full on sobbing and Ringo was rubbing his hands through his hair but George heard someone entering and shot his head up.

"Paul" George sniffled and walked up to him

"Geo" Paul leapt over the counter and took George into his arms.

"Johns seen us, he's gonna tell the school"  George whimpered.

"Than will tell his secret than won't we?" Paul tried to cheer him up.

"No ones gonna believe us" George pulled away. Ringo pulled out his cards

"Come on, let's play" Ringo smiled and Paul nodded

"Yes, good idea, shall we?" Paul sat George down next to Ringo and they began to play.
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"Morning my love" Paul smiled warmly and handed George a cup of tea as they strolled into the school, George groaned with narrowed tired eyes. George stopped in front of the doors and Paul pushed him the rest of the way. The stares started upon entry and it made George want to throw up.

"Quit fucking, did ya?" People whispered in dirty tones as Paul and George walked to their locker.

"I'm gonna find John" Paul hissed, George grabbed his arm

"Maybe you shouldn't"

"No, I'll be back soon" Paul shot off in random directions looking for John. He found him sitting by a classroom door with Stu. He walked right over to them and Stu broke out into laughter.

"Shut up" Paul clenched his fist so tightly that he knew there'd be marks and Stu stopped laughing and waited patiently for Pauls explanation with an amused expression. "John wants to fuck you" Paul blurted and the hairs on the back on Johns neck stood up. Stu wasn't sure he was getting the joke, he turned to John.

John was pale and fumbling with his hands.

"What's he talking about, John?" Stu quirked his eyebrow.

"He's just trying to get back at me for spilling the beans on his queer friend" John shrugged but sweat was dripping from his forehead.

" No, I'm not. John told me that personally" Paul tossed a challenging look to John before turning back to Stu. Stu looked at John before throwing his cig on the ground and stomping out of the school. John stared after him and a small noise choked from his throat.  John shot up and pulled Paul into the abandoned classroom, pulling achingly on Pauls arm and threw him down on the ground.

"You're dead Paul!" John launched on top of him and began punching, Paul kicked at him to defend himself. The boys rolled around on the ground in violent motions until Paul kicked John so hard in the face that he yelped. Paul froze and crawled over to where John fell backwards.

"John?"

He shot up with loads of blood pouring down from his nose, Pauls eyes went wide and he reached out to blot it with his sleeve. John, despite everything chuckled and blood gurgled.

"This is way worse then mine was" Paul cringed and wiped at Johns nose

"Way to rub it in Paulie" John sniffled

"Don't suck it all down your throat, can't that make you choke?" Paul rubbed under his nose and John gave him a look

"I didn't mean it like that!" Paul smiled but then cringed again as he looked at the blood.