Apple Corps.

Dirty laundry

Cynthia had fallen asleep over a basket of laundry but the phone ringing had brought little Julian poking her awake. She rose, head feeling heavy as she gave Julian a smile. She slowly stood, pushing the basket aside and walked over to her phone. She ran a hand through her hair as she picked up the phone, pressing it to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked, leaning her forearms on the kitchen counter as Julian began pattering around at her feet, she watched him go at it as she waited for a reply.

"I'm coming over there." Johns voice was rushed and she could tell that he was driving. She clicked her tongue, ready to voice her disappointment but John went on. "I'll be there soon." John hung up almost instantly and she took the phone from her ear, looking down at it with raised eyebrows. She looked back down at Julian, she bent down and picked him up.

"Daddy's coming round." She smiled as Julian lit up. She kissed his cheek and sent him off to his room. She went back over to the laundry and began folding it again. John came in shortly after, inviting himself inside.

"Julian's just in his room if-"

John leaned forward and laid his hands on the sides of Cynthia's face and pressed his lips against hers. After moments confusion, Cynthia shoved him off. "What a daft thing to do! Julian could've seen and it's not nice to get his hopes for anything." Cynthia wiped her hand across her mouth. John, however looked completely distressed. She went back to folding the towels, waiting patiently for John to start explaining. Soon enough, John sat down on the other side of the basket and sighed.

"If Paul gets to do it, so do I." Was all he offered, Cynthia looked at him curiously.

"I don't know what you mean when you don't tell me, John." Cynthia flattened a towel with a smirk. "What's Paul done?" She set the basket down on the floor and crossed her legs. John finally tuned to look at her.

"Well, Yoko told Brian about Paul and I, so he fired him-"

"He's been fired-?"

"Cyn please." John huffed and Cynthia rolled her eyes and leaned back into the couch.

"Right, sorry." She raised her hands mockingly and John went on.

"Anyway, he's been right pouty lately and Janes been coming around often to 'collect her things' " John rolled his eyes and huffed again. "He's given me the key to his place." John shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the key, handing it to Cynthia. She turned it over on her hand and turned back to him.

"I get the feeling you panicked about this?" She said with a hint of amusement as she leaned over and placed the key on the table but not before waving it in her face. John Cynthia an disgusted look.

"The point is, I left and when I came back Paul was getting ready to suck Janes face all night." John explained, heating up as he spoke. Cynthia shook her head and leaned back again.

"Your solution to this was to come over here and-" Cynthia waved her hand around searching for the right words. "Get even...?" She tilted her head and again, John sighed.

"Well, it was always like that with me and Paul." John pushed himself further from Cynthia's side.

"You're not sixteen, John. Don't be quite so immature." Cynthia scoffed and stood from her seat, leaning down and resting the basket on her hip. John would usually storm out by now but she could see that he didn't really want to go home. She put aside her laundry and began making tea.
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John had dragged Paul to a party he wasn't sure he wanted to go to but John seemed eager enough that he agreed to come. What Paul wasn't aware of, was the fact that as soon as they got inside John would be swept away by lads that Paul didn't even know. In an attempt to find something to do, Paul walked around aimlessly until her ran into a delighted looking bird who proved to be a joyful distraction.