Careless Talk

Drunk Jealousy

Paul scattered the streets for a while before he came across Jane, her velvet hair was pressed into the glass of a phone booth and she looked as if she had just hung up the phone. Pauls throat felt like it might close or something but he was trying to calm himself down before she hopped out. When the small door squeaked open, he froze but Janes movements looked so swift.

She spotted him from under the brim of her brow bones and looked incredibly smug. "Aye, Paul. Your boyfriend around?"

"C'mon Jane, don't do it"

Jane shook her head and separated her hair into two sides, beginning to braid the left side. Occasionally, her ring would nearly got stuck in her hair. "Why shouldn't I? You used me to have queer sex and with John Lennon!"

"Jane, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be able to see him and my Da wouldn't let me. Jane I go through hell everyday for being the way I am, ain't that enough for you?" Paul was hoping that she could take that in stride, he did get punished enough.

Jane squinted her eyes, her skin crinkled around her eyelids. "Well, I don't know. I really like you, Paul"

"And I'm sorry I took advantage of that" Paul gained enough courage to stroll closer to her. "Just don't put John through this shit" Paul was practically begging.

Jane, in all her glow, looked mighty superior to him. Elevated a little from the ground as she stood in the phone booth with her hand pressed against the side, fingers hung like a cig was between them. Her eyelashes batted, leaving tiny mascara freckles under her eyes. "He really minds that, don't he? So set on no one knowing"

"Don't turn this around and make it seem like it's an embarrassment issue, Jane. The fact of the matter is John isn't embarrassed of me, the world treats people of our sorts like shit. And that's why you can't tell anyone" Paul shook his head and crossed his arms.

Jane tilted her head to the side, the loose braid she had tied was now wavering back and forth over her shoulder while she was giving thought to Pauls request. "Dunno what to tell you, honestly"

Paul could not detect any sort of sure surfaced emotion in her statement "Jane can I get a straight answer from you or not?"

Jane hopped down from the booth and turned away. Her hair whipped past her. Paul could have followed after her to continue talking, well more like begging but he just sighed and dragged his feet back to the cinema.

Once he saw the cinema he began to doubt that John would still be there. But as he got closer to the door, John thrust himself out. They barely stopped theme selves from crashing into each other. John noticed how pink Paul's cheeks had gotten from the cold.

"So what'd she say?" John shoved his hands further down into his pockets.

"Well, if I'm honest it could go either way." Paul was embarrassed to come back with that answer. John rolled his head back to look at the sky.

"Mighty fine, isn't it?" John's voice was restrained and hoarse with a sneer bite.

"There's nothing I can do, John."

"Know that, don't I?" John tilted his head back down.

The air was awkward as they just stood there. "Why are you mad at me?" Paul poked the subject again.

"This was a fuckin' mistake s'all" John shrugged and shoved past Paul.

Paul let his eyes go wide as the statement registered. He turned and trailed behind him.

"What are you saying here John?" Paul asked calmly.

"Think you know well enough what that means, Paul" John wasn't looking back to glance at Paul when he spoke. The best Paul got was the back of his head.