Careless Talk

G.H + R.S

The weekend was over and Paul had to go to school. He could be dreading it, or constantly over thinking it but right now he was just going with it. He was throwing his stuff together and piling his books atop each other and not thinking about anything at all.

"Paul! Phone!" Mike called out from downstairs and Paul could easily get his hopes up that it may be John but it was George, it had to be. So he picked up his stuff and fled down the stairs. He bumped Mikes shoulder and took the phone.

"George?" Paul asked, phone under his chin.

"Paul?" George mumbled on the other line, mouth probably full of his breakfast. "Are you coming by mine before you get to school?"

"When don't I, George?"

"Well you need to hurry, Ringo's at school early cause he's stocking the stand and I want to see him before class" George was probably multi-tasking and shoving the last bits of his breakfast into his mouth as he was speaking.

"Your calling me to escort you to your boyfriend? Why are you even waiting for me?" Paul chuckled warmly.

"Because you're my best mate!" George chuckled. Paul rolled his eyes and and hung up the phone.

Paul waited in front of George's house and pulled his bag closer to him. George popped out of his house and nearly fell down the stairs.

"Ello Ello!" George smiled and Paul already began walking to the bus stop. "Something up with ya?"

Paul didn't feel the need to go into an explanation of why he might look expressionless so he thought he could push the explanation until they were at school. 

"No, nothing's the matter. So you and Ringo...?" Paul flung himself around the bus stop sign and waited for the bus.

"Oh yeah, uh-huh" George's smile was blushed and embarrassed. The bus pulled up at the stop and the lads hopped inside. They went and sat in the back and George pulled his bag onto his lap. As the bus bounced along the road, George watched Paul look out the window. He didn't look really upset but he didn't look happy either. "Paul?"

Paul turned around to face George. "Yeah?"

Pauls face showed that he knew exactly what George was about to ask again and it also showed that he didn't want to talk about it. But George didn't like the look of him at the moment and he didn't want to push it back any further.

"Just tell me what's wrong?" He thought if he phrased it as a question, Paul might find it less invasive and more caring.

"I don't really feel like hashing this all out right now George. Frankly I'm more than just embarrassed about it and I'd rather not discuss it" Paul shuffled a little closer to his window. George knew he'd have to let this one go but he wasn't happy about it and he'd definitely let Paul know that.

The bus parked out front of the school and they trudged off. Paul was walking to their locker without so much as a goodbye to George as he went for the stand.

Paul lit himself a smoke and dug through his locker like it might give him something to do with his extra time. Of course there wasn't much to busy himself with, so he stood there staring into the thing. He'd been doing so well on the not overthinking what happened but as he tried to find something to do, it all flooded on him.

Everything had gone so smoothly at first. Julia had liked him well enough, hadn't she? The problem was John, the problem was always John, wasn't it? He'd been nothing but a loudmouth lunatic since Paul had known him, why would he be dumb enough to think things might turn out differently? George might've been right all along about John but Paul hadn't listened to him.