Chapter three
Paul's pov
I woke up at around 8 wrapped in John's strong embrace. I didn't remember much from last night but I did know for certain that George was mad, he was mad at me and I didn't have a slightest clue why.
It couldn't have been because he was homophobic, he was completely fine with brain! Well it seemed like he was. Maybe it was because I haven't told Him? But then again I'm not inclined to tell him everything!
I guess I'll find out sooner enough anyway, we'll be going down to eat breakfast with him in no less than an hour.
“Mgnth.”
John stirred in his sleep. His arms wrapping tighter around me and rolling over, so I was now on his left as oppose to right on top of him.
It's time to wake him now anyway. He always looks so peaceful in his sleep. The hard teddy boy persona he gave off was completely gone when he was asleep. If I didn't know any better I'd think an innocent boy was sleeping in my bed. But i knew, John was far from innocent.
“Johnny? Johnny? Wake u luv.”
I murmured softly into his ear, shaking his shoulder slightly to get him to wake up. He opened his eyes and I was met with the beautiful brown eyes for the first time today.
“5 more minutes.”
John moaned, moving so his head was buried in the pillow.
“Johnny, it's 8:15, we have to be at breakfast in 45 minutes. We have to see George and everything!”
That woke John up, I hope he doesn't cause a fight with George, I just want to find out why he was upset and forget about it. Something I know John wouldn't do.
“fine I'll get up, but only if you give me a kiss, I haven't had one all day you fucking prude.”
“that's because you've only been up 2 minutes!”
I giggled and leaned forwards, giving. Him a light kiss on the cheek before getting up and heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. Normally I shower in the night but after all the crying that went on last night I think it's best I freshen up.
I step into the shower once I had got the temperature to the level it should be, mildly scolding so that it turns your skin a bit red so you have to turn it down a few minutes later but it's alright for now temperature, and let myself get wet, the mildly scolding water running down my body. I quickly wash my hair and do other shower things before stepping out, wrapping a towel around my waist and walking into the bedroom/living room where John was sat on the couch watching TV.
*at breakfast*
Me, John and Ringo sat round a table together eating our eggs, beans, sausages and hash browns. George was apparently running late which I was slightly great full for.
“you know my dad used to give me beer as a baby!”
Ringo said casually (he didn't actually give Ringo beer). They were talking about weird things that did as kids and it had been brought up.
“what!? Like straight up beer?”
John asked excitedly, obviously intrigued.
“well he watered it down a bit but I was beer!”
Ringo answered.
“oh so be just put a bit of beer in your water bottle to make you go to sleep or something . Couldn't they have just used milk?”
John laughed.
“well beer worked better than milk, and it wasn't water with a little beer it was beer with a bit of water!”
“what's the difference?”
Asked John, finding the whole story amusing.
“well what's the difference between going swimming and drinking a glass of water? One is your putting water in your and the other your putting yourself in water.”
I chimed in, smiling before going back to eating my breakfast.
“Hey lads! Sorry I'm late I had a huge headache from the drugs for somthing”
We looked up from our plates to see George sitting down at the table. Well this is going to be fun.
“what drugs?”
I asked gernally confused. What drugs? Is that why he was so piss off?
“oh we didn't tell you because you where asleep Paul but the reason George got upset was because Somone had spiked his drink! He got upset and ran outside before he fainted! He's alright now though so don't worry!”
I felt like a wieght has been lifted off my shoulders. So what's why he was so upset!
“awe Georgie! Are you sure your ok now?”
I asked, concerned for my friend. How could I think he hated me? He's George he loves everyone!
