High on you

From Me to You

John curled against his car seat, the minimal bare skin that he showed stuck to the hot leather seat. His phone pressed against his ear, hard with irritation. "So you've left me alone?" John hissed through his teeth.

"Astrid and I decided to skip." Stuart's voice sounded as if only half interested in John's complaints. John threw back a sip of the nearest unscrewed water bottle, an unsatisfying warmth made him gag.

"And why didn't I get an invite?"

Stuart chuckled. "We have to get away from ya sometimes John. Anyway can't ya just bother Cyn?"

John chuckled bitterly. "No, she's sick today." He mocked Cyns high but hoarse voice from his call to her this morning.

Stuart laughed again. "Oi, rough day for you ha?"

John just sipped the grotty car water again and hung up. He wrapped his hand around the strap of his bag and looked up. His eyes landing on an unsure looking George Harrison. He bit his lip, thinking back to Paul saying they weren't on speaking terms. He kicked his door open and hopped out.

George was awkwardly walking, head tilted down to scroll through his phone. So John went ahead and tapped him on the shoulder. The lad jumped so high before turning to John's smiling face.

"Hello Georgie."

John winked cheekily but George just looked at him with wide eyes and an uncomfortable expression on his face. "Something wrong mate?" He tried again and George seemed to connect that he should probably speak. He lowered his phone a tad and seemed to look everywhere but John's eyes.

"John." He nodded. "I've got to....." he pointed behind him and didn't even bother  finishing the excuse before turning away. But as he began to walk away, John rolled his eyes and grabbed George's bag to pull him back.

"You've got a solid ten minutes until class George." John chuckled and leaned on the brick behind him, out of view from most prying eyes. George looked panicked, face going bright red with anxiety as he remembered seeing John in that personal position in his car the other day.

John had lit himself a cigarette as George worked to put aside the thought. The smell was what broke George free and undeniable want spread across his face. John recognized it and smiled. "Y'know, during yer gym hour I could bring ya some...? Since..."

George again succumbed to embarrassment, remembering that Paul had told his personal business to John. In anger, George started walking away again. But John was quick to leap after him.

"C'mon George! Y'know you want it!" John chuckled as he stepped in front of George, waving the cig under his nose. His face twitched and his legs forcefully stiffened to a stop so he wouldn't bump right into John. He glanced at John's smirking face and smelled a reluctant breath of smoke. John's smirk grew wider as George licked his lips.

"Fine, what happened to yer dealer mate, then?" George asked. John took a drag before putting it out in the schools blossoming, drowned garden of dead flowers.

"He's gone and skipped." John shrugged and the bell rang. "I'll see ya at gym then." He smacked George's back and scampered off.
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Paul's slightly sticky fingertips had clouded in dust from his tossing and turning in bed. The skin still sort of purple tinted matched the hue of the bags under his eyes. When he caught a look of himself in the mirror. He felt his ego crumble even more than it had the previous day. He dared to drag his fingers on the skin, pulling under his eyes like it might fix it. With his pointer finger dragging the skin down, his eyes cast a glance at his clock. Pulling back in shock, he nearly poked his eye out when he saw the late time.