Apple Corps.

The first day

When Paul decided he was moving back to Liverpool a lot of things came to his mind about what might happen. He wasn't actually sure if John still lived around here but the thoughts were still coming to him. He was gripping the steering wheel which the smell of his tea wafting around his car. He'd left his new place in such a hurry after waking up so late and that only added to his stress. He turned right into the parking lot, his tea twisted in the cup holder and the wheels bounced on a pothole. He pulled into a free space and turned his car off but he did not move to go inside. He leaned back on the fabric of his seat, his stomach was nervous as he glanced over the building and he palmed his hands into his stomach.

He was siting in office parking lot in Liverpool. Liverpool. God the last time he'd been in Liverpool was....a long time ago.
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John was smoking enough to smother his throat. Every possible nervous twitch he had was coming to surface much to his denial. He was letting the smoke burn his nose whenever he breathed in. Paul was next to him, Paul was always next to him. But that was changing and he had known that for the past two weeks despite that, the two of them had just been ignoring it.

"So I'm leaving early tomorrow morning" Paul was digging his shoe into the other one, attempting to flick it off as he leaned back on Johns bed. John himself was only casting his shadow across the sheets while he was pacing in front of his window. The bedroom door was cracked enough so that the room had the faint smell of Mimi's baking would have been comforting if not for the dreary lighting and heaviness of the situation. John pressed his back against the window and took a hefty drag.

"I know that, you git" John tilted his head and just kind of glanced over Paul.

"Are we gonna do anything?" Paul didn't want to sound like a bird but it he'd been expecting John to make a big deal out of this. Maybe take him out and get him into some trouble before he'd left. He finally flicked his shoe off.

"I could take ya out yeah, but I don't really think you want to do that" John smiled as Paul subconsciously flicked his other shoe off. Paul rubbed his socks against the edge of the bed and pulled them closer to him, he glanced at his forgotten shoes and felt the way he'd made himself comfortable on the bed.

"I suppose you have a point" Paul snickered. "Mimi's gonna have you in for smoking, you know. That stuff'll kill ya". Paul waved his finger around.

"Oh that's the best part" John banged his hand against the tall drawer that scoffed up his wall every time he did so.

"Don't say shit like that, John" Paul took the cig and put it out in Johns ashtray. "Anyway, how'd things go with that Barbra bird last night?" 

John curled his toes against his carpet "exceptional tits and that but..." John looked off like he was searching for the right word and relieving the whole date "dull. Very dull" he decided.

"Shame, innit?" Paul asked and watched John begin a half sort of sit in his bed.

"Liverpool's a dull place Paul. What am I suppose to do without ya?" John asked sincerely. If he was honest Paul didn't want to talk about the move anymore than John probably did but one of them had to ask. Paul suddenly felt the need to shift a little so he grabbed another one of Johns pillows and pulled it over his lap.

"Find someone else to help you steal CD's, I'm sure." Paul leaned his elbow on a pillow and pulled at his earlobe with a genuine grin. John chuckled at that. "Write a lot of yer poetry, cause you're a sentimental bird".

John kicked Pauls elbow out from under his head while they both broke down into laughter. "But I hope you won't do too much without me" Paul was now laying flat on his stomach. He knew that was a selfish thing to say but damned if he didn't hope that.