Apple Corps.

Reliving the past

Paul was suddenly reliving the exact pain he'd had when John stopped calling him, when he stopped answering him and forgot all about him.

"Is John Lennon in?" The voice on the other end of the line asked. Paul looked back up at John, ignoring any other first interaction they might have and pointed his pencil to Johns desk.

"Yes, hold on while I transfer you" Paul said emphasizing his words to make his point. John took the hint and sat down and picked up his phone. Talking about office supplies was not in the least bit interesting but that was the first time in four years that Paul was hearing Johns voice again.
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Paul was sitting on the floor against his bed. He was scraping his ankles against the carpet, giving his skin small static shocks. John was scribbling on a small notepad and kicking his legs back and forth. John hadn't spoken to Paul much of the day.

"John?" Paul laid down across from him, putting his chin on his hands. John didn't look up, he just continued to doodle. "Johnny"

John sighed and put his pencil down, Paul gave him a small smile. "I'm bored, talk to me"

John gave Paul a cocky smirk but did not speak. Paul rubbed his wrist on the carpet and leaned closer. "Johnny?"

John rolled his eyes and grabbed Paul's hand. He turned his pencil down onto Paul's skin and began tracing lines.

Paul looked down as he did this, holding his palm out. "What are you doing?"

John tilted Paul's head up and went back to work. Eventually Paul got his hands back and looked down at them.

One palm read 'fuck' and the other one said 'you'.

"John Lennon!" Paul yelled and went to tackle John, who was cackling loudly. "Explain yourself!"

Paul tried to keep John from moving his hands but he wasn't as strong as he'd like to be. John just continued to laugh. "Say something!" Paul yelled.

John leaned in close to Paul's face "fuck you" he could barely finish the sentence without collapsing back into laughter onto the floor. Paul rolled off of him and onto the floor next to him.
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Paul swallowed thickly when John hung up the phone. He wasn't sure what to expect so he just sat there. Much to his surprise, John seemed to busy himself. The lanky lad, Stu leaned over to talk to John. Paul wanted nothing more than to get up and leave the room but he had to remain at his post. He twisted his wedding ring around his finger and waited for a phone call or anything to keep him from thinking about John.

What brought him back into real life was papers being put on his desk. He looked up and found the blonde bird, Pattie. She smiled sweetly "can you make me some copies of this?"

Paul smiled back and took the papers, not bothering to ask why she couldn't just do it herself. "Gladly" Paul watched her go back to her desk and he went over to the copier.

Behind him, he recognized the sound of John's snort. He didn't bother to look, he already felt embarrassed enough. When the copies came out, he took them and wiggled them a little in his hands, feeling the warmth. He gave a small glance to John as he passed his desk to confirm his suspicion. John and Stu were whispering quietly and laughing.

"Here you are Pattie" Paul smiled and held out the copies for her. As she took them, she glanced down at his hand and noticed the ring on his finger.

"Oh! Are you married?" She giggled.

Paul looked down at the ring "oh, engaged actually" he nodded.