Careless Talk

Princess Paulie

George had his head on Pauls shoulder and his legs were on top of Ringo's knees. For the final days of summer, the sun was baking them. The whole just friends thing was driving George completely insane, he burrowed his head further into Pauls shoulder and wiggled his legs a little. They were lounging around during a break from classes. If George was honest, he hadn't said much to Ringo in the last couple of days. He was relying way too much on Paul to hold conversations between the three of them. The sun was bugging him and he didn't really want to be around Ringo right now so he threw himself up off the ground and he couldn't even go to the stand.

Paul wanted to go to a party, George didn't know what had gotten into the lad but he informed George over the phone last night about some party some guy was throwing. George didn't want to go but Paul did so he had agreed and then Paul invited Ringo while they were sitting on the pavement and that made him a little sick so he left. He was walking down the hall, half hoping that maybe Ringo would go after him. As he thumbed down the hallway he came across John who was slumped down against the lockers. George wanted to stride right past the lad but he also heard him come up behind him and put an arm around him.

"Coming to the party tonight?" He asked, too close for George's comfort.

"Just cause Paul wants to go" George shrugged John off his shoulder. John let him, standing up straighter with a weird sort of look on his face.

"The princess wants to go to the ball?" John mocked in a high pitched voice and gripped at his chest. George rolled his eyes and kept walking.
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George was sipping at his drink that was not beer because Paul wouldn't allow him the one fun thing. Although Paul wasn't around him at the moment and he currently had no idea where he was. Ringo hadn't arrived yet so George was just supposed to stay in the corner of a party he didn't want to be at anyway.

Paul had suggested the party for a change of pace, at least that's what he thought but once he laid his eyes over Stu and John, he realized why he had done it. He was nursing his second beer which was hypercritical and he knew it but his chest hurt, it needed numbing. John was cackling with his weird but charming sort of laughter and Stu was nodding and urging John to continue whatever story he'd been telling. Paul slurped the last bit of liquid down as if he might get up and do something reckless but he stayed put to stew. He stared into the empty cup and watched some stray drops drip to the bottom. He should go find George and he was going to until he made the turn to go and bumped right into John.

"My my my, haven't I corrupted you enough?" John took Pauls empty cup and threw it forward, over Pauls shoulder.

"Hi" Paul muttered lamely and fumbled with his hands. John was a little more than shocked not to hear Pauls comeback that he was sure would come.

"You gonna shoot something back or..?" John poked at Pauls shoulder. Paul frowned and looked away. Paul could feel his face turning pale with a sort of flushed red on the cheeks. For a moment, John felt a weird sort of concern and he looked over to find Stu pleasantly distracted. He took Paul by the shoulders and dragged him outside on the lawn.

"On your period or something?" John laughed a little but Paul didn't laugh back. "Ok I owe you for helping me get home with a migraine so let me offer you some help, yeah?" John crossed his arms. Paul looked away back at the party, the light making his eyes sting.

"Don't say I didn't try" John shrugged but gave Paul a small rub on the arm before he walked back inside. Paul sunk down beside by a tree when the tears began to stream down his face.

George was finally making things a little better around Ringo, they were laughing and talking. Ringo even let him take a few sips of his beer. Ringo was drumming his fingers on the counter and listening to George's story. Ringo had found a playing card in his jacket pocket, which made George laugh.