This is the story that out-romances Romeo and Juliet and all sorts of soppy shit. This is the story of P + J. Oh and no not peanut butter and jelly.
'Though I may have to address that later' George thought.
But of Paul and John.
It started on a beautiful sunny summer morning, all was going well and we were all going out together.
The horrible sound of Paul's landline echoed through the room interrupting George's thoughts about food and money.
He picked it up angrily. Only to find it was good.
"Oi George, your cake is done get your arse down here before I spit on it. It's taking up space and Mimi won't shut h-" As he was talking Mimi walked past glaring at him. "Oh yes don't worry Gertie I'm sure you'll find your beloved cat." He said in an old lady's voice.
"How did you get this number?"
"What's his face gave it to me."
"Alright I'll come over in a bit."
Paul walked into the room whilst putting on his jacket. "Are you ready yet? Jane'll be here soon."
I was so excited to go out!
"Ugh! Not her again." George said slumping back in his chair again in annoyance. "Why I'm I even going out with you lot?"
"Really your asking me that." Paul responded dragging George out of his flat.
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-Flashback-
It was very quiet and pleasant on the outside walk into flat 3B and your alright mood will fade instantly.
"I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL SOMETHING, SOMETHING SOMETHING 'BOUT A SONG I'M SINGING!!!!" George screeched at the top of his lungs.
He was extremely drunk and decided it was the best idea to ride a motorbike through Jane's flat destroying anything that crossed it's path.
The lock on the door twisted and Paul and Jane walked through.
"Yeah and then Mike said t- HOLY SH-"
"AAAH My flat!!!!"
"Yay! The strippers are here!"
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George smiled slightly and the fond memory.
"Yeah, that was fun. Why didn't you strip?" George asked jokingly
Paul rolled his eyes trying to contain his laughter.
"And now you have to pay for whatever Jane's heart desires. That way she can piss off and get of my back."
So me and my dearest friend Paul, met up with the evil red dragon and set off.
George and Paul exhaustedly trudged behind Jane as she excitedly bounced around pointing at every single damn pink shop.
There. Were. Loads.
Anywho being the amazing, kind, smart-
"Ooh Paul, George do you like this one." She said holding up a floral dress. "Or this one." Holding up more.
'I need someone to shoot her head and throw her out the shop window'
Fun, loving, friendly, certainly approachable-
George fell on the floor as Paul tried to pry is debit card out of his hand. He began sobbing uncontrollably. " I was gonna but a sandwich!"
Calm, generous and any other cool names there are. I kindly offered to pay for Jane's stuff, definitely not thinking about sandwiches.
After George made it through an hour and a half more of torture he just remembered he had to collect his cake.
'Mmm just think of that giant red velvet creamy cak-'
"The bus Geo run!" Paul bellowed as he grabbed the bags and starts to run.
I was a complete hero that day. I carried all the bags and ran ahead to hold the bus for the lady (evil dragon).
Jane began to outrun Paul and George as the hazel-eyed man struggled with all the bags. And George moaned he was tired.
As I let Jane get on the bus as I valiantly waited for Paul however that fucking bastard of a driver went off!
When Jane brushed past George she knocked him down and fell on his behind on the street. In that time Jane managed to get her purse and jump on the bus and mouthed 'You complete idiots'
"Shit we missed the bus." Paul said helping George back up again, George just smiled "It was the wrong bus and Jane got on it!"
"Yay lads night out." George cheered.
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-A few hours later-
"I'm not gonna lie Geo I actually had fun today."Paul said
"I told you I was amazing did I not?"
"Where do you want to go last then?"
George furrowed his eyebrows pretending to be thinking carefully thinking about his decision however there was only on thing going through his mind
'Cake.Cake.Cake.Cake.Cake.Cake.Cake.Cake.'
"Mimi's Munchables please." George said happily.
"Didn't your doctor advise you to stop eating crap." Paul asked curiously as they started to walk the two minute journey there
"Er.. It's for a friend of a er...friend of a cat of the cat's cousin's aunt's bar mitzvah." George lied.
Paul just rolled his eyes as he walked into the store. The wonderful aroma of baking bread and tea filled his nose when the door opened it felt as of he was being sucked into wonderland.
It was decorated beautifully with cakes, biscuits, cookies, cupcakes and sandwiches.
It had cosy, pastel greyish-blue and blue walls and everything was so neat.
'Woah' Paul thought. He wanted to hug the owner and buy everything in the whole shop.
'Looks like George is ahead of the game' he was already at the counter calling for someone who Paul thought was called 'Tom' or something.
Then a handsome tall man with brown eyes ran down and looked at George acting 'angry' and briefly stared at Paul smiling.
It was a beautiful moment. The best hazel met caramel. They shared very beautiful words that er...can't be spoken of.
"Welcome to Mimi's shitables what the fuck can I interest you in today?"
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A/N - Yay! The first chapter of my first McLennon story complete. I've been meaning to do this for a while and I'm so glad it's done (in a good way). I hope you liked it so far don't forget to vote and comment.
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