"John!" A woman's voice said from behind the boys. Paul felt immediate chills and he turned around, his pants rubbing against the pavement. He took a nervous glance at John who was shuffling to his feet, standing up after pressing his palms into the ground. Little pebbles unpressed from his skin as he brushed them against his pants.
"Mimi" John pushed his glasses further up his nose and smiled. "This is Paul" John gestured to Paul so he stood up.
" hello" Paul gave a small wave and Mimi looked him up and down
"Hello, Paul" she gave a small smile and turned back to John then at the food on the porch. She sighed and picked up the remnants of the food and threw it in the bin. John seemed to watch her with an irritated frown.
"We're having proper food for dinner, did you invite Paul?" Mimi rubbed her hands together seemingly trying to get rid of any grease, although Paul knew it would just rub into her skin. Paul looked over John curiously, waiting for an answer.
John looked over at Paul and shrugged " I'm sure Paul is busy, right Paul?"
Paul knew that he was suppose to agree with that, 'yes I sure am busy' but Paul was actually sort of interested so he gave John a teasing look and spoke.
"Actually I'm sure my dad would love to be off the responsibility for dinner for me tonight" Paul gave a polite smile and followed behind Mimi. John bumped Pauls shoulder.
" you don't know what you've gotten yourself into" John shook his head as they walked into the house, Paul looked around for any embarrassing pictures of John. Mimi was setting up the table and John sat down, putting his hands behind his head. Mimi glared at him but then looked at Paul expectantly.
"I could help..."Paul offered and Mimi shoved him a few dishes that he set on the table according to the previous one she set. Paul laid a plate in front of John who tilted his head up and smirked.
" practicing to be a housewife?" John teased and Paul hit him in the back of the head with a plate while Mimi wasn't looking. Once Paul was finished, he sat down next to John and thanked Mimi for the food she set before them, she nodded.
Paul spent the awkward dinner complimenting Mimi's food to which she replied with a minimum amount of speech while John picked at it and occasionally poked at Paul with his fork. It was quite charming Paul rolled his eyes.
Mimi began cleaning the dishes and again Paul helped her, collecting them and placing them carefully in the sink. Mimi sat down next to John as Paul did this.
"He's quite younger than most of your other friends" she turned to John.
" sure is Mimi" John chuckled and shoved the last bit of food into his mouth. Mimi cringed and Paul collected the plate from right under Johns chin. Mimi watched him walk off.
"He's just another Pete Shotton, John." Mimi glared a little and John turned to face her with a confused expression.
" he's got manners though, Pete never had those" John chuckled again. Mimi shook her head and went to speak again
"Oh yes he's very well mannered, too well mannered" she turned her nose up a little " he's from Speke you know?"
"So?"
" such a social no-go area..." Mimi tried to explain but the idea was passing through Johns ears. Paul returned and stopped in front of the table, Mimi stood up and walked past him back into the kitchen. Paul frowned after her and then sat down in front of John.
"Should've been busy!" John laughed.
"She doesn't like me?" Paul frowned. John smiled and put his hand on Pauls shoulder.
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Careless Talk
FanfictionPaul McCartney and George Harrison have become comfortably numb to the rumors whispered about them, but John Lennon has made himself harder and harder to ignore, especially in Pauls eyes. Leaving Paul to second guess his deniability of the careless...
