The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)

The Sweet Exchange of Words

George bounced up and down woth excitement anticipating the arrival of his delicacy. "I'll take my cake now!"

John rolled his eyes at George's typical behaviour and looked over at the man beside him who was shyly standing, with his eyes scanning his surroundings.

"Stay still lad! Let the lady go first." John said smirking looking over at Paul.

Paul's eyes widened in shock and anger.
Just as he was about to make his sassy remark he was interupted by the sound of footsteps walking into the shop.

A short man waltzed in his blue eyes twinkling at the sight of all of his best friends. He thought it was such a coincidence as he was going to give the details of his upcoming birthday bash.

"Hey lads I've got some ne-"

"Ritchie shut the hell up! Shit's about to go down." George interrupted abruptly. Both of them quickly focused their attention on the angry hazel eyes man.

Paul stopped his glaring at the other two and stared angrily at John.

Oh you should of seen it was love at first sight they were  staring into each others eyes and like a little girl Paul was giggling.

Paul was fuming.

"Its not like your macho fucking man! In fact you look like a bleeding nerd in those."
Paul spat pointing at John's black framed glasses.

John quickly snatched them off his face self consciously. Paul's remark also caused him to blush as he was quite self-conscious of his frames.

During this encounter George was slowly eating some random cake while Ringo was contentedly recording the scene, both of them visibly entertained at the scene.

A flirtatious atmosphere welcomingly filled the store.

"Oh don't take them off sweetie. You don't want to make mummy sad, do you now?" Paul laughed obviously oblivious to the stunned silence painfully filling the room.

A few seconds passed before John stepped back into reality.

Despite all the fun we were having John had to do something... manly and well heroic. So we begrudgingly left, Paul being very silly forgot to get John's number, which John was later upset about.

"George stop eating the fucking wedding cake and get your QUEER FRIEND OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" He bellowed through gritted teeth.

As they left John closed the shop door and ran to the attic. He needed silence. He needed to calm down and hide away.

Meanwhile as the boys were walking in the direction of Paul's flat no one dared to exchange a word. Except for Paul who tried countless times to speak to them but was repeatedly ignored. To him, for an unapparent reason.

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_At Paul's Flat_

As soon as Ringo shut the door behind him George forcefully pushed Paul onto his really old couch.

When we got into the flat Paul needed some relationship advice to he did the smart thing and came to me as was expected. Seeing as I'm the expert.

Paul gave a yelp of suprise and groaned in annoyance. He really hated sitting on it because it had mysterious stains and he could of sworn he heard hissing noises coming from it. Both of which tended to creep the hell out of him, especially at night.

"What the hell was that for?" Paul yelled frowning at a frustrated George pacing up and down.

"You bloody idiot." George shouted "What the hell is wrong with you?" He rarely showed this side of him but this was a special circumstance. Paul had crossed the line referring to John's mother in that way, he needed a telling off, even if he didn't know what he did wrong.

"What did I do now Geo? Nothing. So stop overreacting." Paul said genuinely in the dark as to why everyone was mad at him. "He started it. Callin' me a bird."

"That's just how John is! When we first met he called me a twiggy 10 year old!"

"With a centipede where his eyebrows should be." Ringo mumbled laughing.

Both boys glared at Ringo in annoyance and said in unison "Shut up Ringo!" This made him put his hands up and backed away from the two.

Paul looked like he wanted bite his head of and George the same, but mainly to cure the hunger that was evident in his dark brown eyes.

George continued his conversation with Paul. "He makes jokes like tha'. It's part of his sense of humour."

"Called me nose elephant and castle." Ringo silently added. Both gave him a look that caused him to back away once again before running into the bathroom.

"You need to be careful what you say you twat. John's mum is er... well... sorta dead." George said solemnly at the memory of John's reaction when she just died.

Ringo waltzed into the room "I'm back!" Paul threw a pillow into his direction and missed as Ringo dodged it. "Oi! Least i didn't insult John's dead mother."

Paul's face dropped in his hands as he'd realised what he had done. "Shit you are right! Ugh I'm such an idiot." He groaned.

"Well its late now tomorrow morning we can go over and sort it out. In the meantime..." George said whilst exchanging a look with Ringo.

"I call dibs on Paul's bed!" The short man called while racing with George down the narrow hallway.

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_That Night_

Paul was tossing and turning on his bedroom floor. The moon was shining in the room illuminating his face aand hurting his eyes. He turned in another direction and ended up facing George and Ritchie who ended up sharing the double bed kicking each other and mumbling threats to eaxh other in their sleep.

He sighed and tried to shut his eyes. All he could think about were the harsh words he said to John, it had really troubled him as he was in the same situation as him. Seeing as both their mothers were dead.

All he could really do was hope John'll be alright. He did seem kind of tough and strong, that was another thing for Paul to worry about.

A/N - Another chapter done and its just getting started. *Rubs hands together* I'm looking forward to putting the next chapter up soon as the story only gets better. Don't forget to vote and comment!

V

P.S - R.I.P Chuck Berry who died yesterday aged 90. He will forever be remembered as 'The Father of Rock 'n' Roll' and a complete legend.