I sighed as I tried to get back to sleep for the 4th time tonight. This had been happening for weeks now, and there was nothing I could do about it. Want to know what, or rather who, was keeping me awake? John. John, the Beatle. John, the amazing singer. John, the smart, funny, gorgeous one. John, my best friend.
John, the man I'd fallen hopelessly in love with.
Don't ask me how it happened. It just did. I'd known him for years, so I suppose it was bound to. Except it wasn't. This wasn't normal. It was 1965 - being, well queer, was illegal, for christ's sake!
I looked at the clock. 2am. /I wonder what John's doing now.../ God, I was so screwed....
----- JOHN'S POV -----
I looked at the clock. It was 2am, and I was still awake. /I wonder what Paul's doing now.../ I almost slapped myself.
"Stop it, John... This isn't normal.." I mumbled to myself. Fuck, I was even crazy now. /Crazy and queer..../
"I'm not queer...." /But you want Paul. Admit it./ Was I really arguing with my own conscience?
"Shut the fuck up." I half-whispered into thin air. /You know you do, John.../ The answer to that question was yes.
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I Need You (McLennon/Starrison)
FanfictionSome McLennon I started writing on a whim (which ended up turning into Starrison too xD). Those of you who read my stories will know what I'm like with updates, so please don't expect too much. If you spot any mistakes, or have any ideas, feel free...
