High on you

Come together

Paul set aside some of the breakfast his father put together and put it into a small box. He licked his lips and hopped from his seat. He walked from his home and over to his car with a hopeful spring in his step. He put the food atop the passengers seat and drove off.

George walked out of his home, prepared to walk but as he flicked his hair back he found Paul sitting sweetly in his car. He scowled and attempted to walk past him and he would've done just fine had it not been for Paul laying on his horn. "George! I was a shit mate for leaving ya to walk but I've brought ya some breakfast."

George craned his neck, bag slipping a few spaces down his shoulder. "Piss off!"

Paul swallowed but hopped out of the car. "George, listen mate I'm sorry, can't you come eat and I'll make it up to you?"

George blushed down at the ground. Paul grabbed his hands. "C'mon." He pulled George over to his car and they got in. He put the food in George's lap and smiled. Reluctantly, George began to eat as Paul turned the radio on.

"I really am sorry." Paul frowned when George didn't start speaking.

George looked up at him and found Paul to be a few seconds from reaching out to poke him. "Alright, Paul. S'fine." He shrugged, rushed to stop Paul from touching him. George had plenty of nasty things to say about Paul at the moment but they were all to be shoved away, if he lost Paul than he would be alone. He was whole heartedly wrapped around Pauls finger and Paul was completely oblivious to it. He looked away as Paul started settling down and putting the car in gear. He shoved another forkful of eggs into his mouth and just let the box lay, a ghost of warmth still lingering, on his lap. Thinking of the past weekend made him highly agitated, he traced his eyes over Pauls outstretched arm, adjusting the mirror. The denim jacket was a classic, patches tracked in thought out spaces. He hadn't met to but he found out that the flowered ones were begonias and chrysanthemums. And there was the simple black and white piano patch just over Pauls heart. George slowly began to tear out the stitches at the edge of his sleeve in irritation.
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John sat on the roof of his car, smoking a regular cig with a rough grin on his face. He handed Stuart's cell phone back to him, his smile turning triumphant as Stuart read the screen. "You cheat!" Stuart frowned. The Monopoly app emphasized Johns win with what sounded like elevator music.

"I'm just good" John chuckled and crossed his legs. Stuart smirked and slid his phone into his pocket. "What are we waiting for Stu? I want to stay after school unless I have to." John squinted at the rare glare of the sun, hovering his hand over his eyes for shade.

"Astrid. She's at photography club or something...." Stu turned back to look at the school doors with a shrug in Johns direction. John tried to amuse himself but in boredom, he decided to people watch. He didn't find his peers to be mighty interesting but it was something. His eyes landed on the familiar scrawny George, leaning up against the school wall with his phone under his nose. As John took the time to look at him, George looked up and caught his eye. John was going to shoot him a friendly smirk but George looked like a deer in the headlights. His eyes widened and he sort of looked put off. What saved George from John going over to question him was McCartney, he stepped out of the building in the nick of time and pulled George's sleeve. John followed his eyes along them as they walked over to Pauls car.

"Astrid!"

John nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to find Stuart happily taking Astrid's hands as she escaped the school. She glanced up at John, he offered her a kind smile. She returned it and unhooked her camera from around her neck, handing it to Stuart, who put it in Johns car. Astrid caught Stu in a conversation and John watched the rest of the club members leave the school. He smiled as he saw a blonde bird wave goodbye to someone and she was just about to pass-