John was now speeding through the streets of London recklessly swerving and almost killing him both and the other passenger.
"Mind the lady."
"Hmm."
"Mind the tree."
"Oops didn't see that."
"That was a red light!"
"No it was green."
"Are you blind or something." Paul asked worriedly as he let John once again break the law.
"Yes... and I don't have a licence." John said as he turned towards a familiar neighbourhood.
"What the hell! PULL OVER OR I'LL JUMP OUT." Paul screamed clutching on the small handle above him. He really thought he was about to die, the last thing he wanted was to spend his final minutes with John.
"B-"
"THIS IS MY FUCKING CAR SO PULL THE FUCK OVER."
"Relax I live 'ere anyways." John said quickly pulling over. Instead of parking normally half of the younger man's car ending up in the middle of the pavement.
"What 'bout me?" Paul said his heart rate slowly going down.
John just shrugged his shoulders "Shit yeah you forgot to get more petrol. So yeah that slug in the corner has better chance of getting home for tea than you do."
As the older man walked into his and his aunt's shared house Paul sighed and sat at a nearby bench. It was cold for summer and Paul had a long few days so he sat back and before he knew it his eyes shut and he was falling asleep.
_Half an Hour Later_
Paul woke up to the soft feeling of cotton against his skin. When his eyes focused he realised an old green blanket was wrapped around him and there was a container of grilled cheese beside him.
Puzzled Paul sat up and examined these new items, he brushed it off and decided to take these objects anyways.
With the blanket over his shoulder and the container in his right hand he got his car keys and went in his car. If he wanted to avoid Jane and John the best he could do was camp out in his dangerously parked car.
He turned on the radio and "Stand By Me" was playing, as he was a sucker for slow songs he just had to join in singing. As he was singing beautifully he realised that his car had been filled with petrol it was a miracle!
Paul put in his car keys and drove off his happiness strong enough to light up a room.
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Following the conversation the boys had at the fish and chips shop, Ringo and George were now arguing in the older man's flat.
"I'm telling you it's meant to be!" George shouted at the man who was slouching on the couch barely listening.
"You're a delusional twat."
"They love each other." He said sternly insisting he was right.
"They don't now can we jus-" Ringo tried begging George but was interrupted by his extreme persistence.
"I'M TELLING YOU IT'S MEANT TO FUCKING BE!"
"...go to the movies." He tried continuing standing up in hope to calm his friend. But George just shot him a death stare that you'd of thought only Mimi could achieve.
"Fine...fine they are meant to fucking be now please don't kill me." Ringo said feeling really worried for his own personal safety.
George just smiled manically. "Good I'm glad we established that. After cinema, I'll show ya the PowerPoint."
'PowerPoint?!' Ringo thought. 'I'm three years older than 'im. One of these days I swear.'
"Oh yeah you're buying." George added as they walked out of the front door.
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_Later On_
"Hey Ritchie ." Paul said in the McDonald's drive thru with his phone against his ear.
"Who's this?"
"Paul you twat."
"Porn!? Listen me mam says I shouldn't get involved with you lot... not after last time." Ringo said shivering at the memory.
Paul sat in the car puzzled at his friend's odd behaviour. "No its Paul." He began to drive out of the drive thru having got his dinner.
"Can't you hear me not interested." The he cut the phone off and tbe line went dead and Ringo went back to planning his party and colouring in.
Paul groaned and hit his head against the leather seat, he slouched down so he wouldn't be visible to anyone outside of the car, and dialled George's number.
"No time to talk give the phone to Ringo and tell him its Paul-"
"Porn?!" George took his phone from his ear and put it against his chest, to whisper shouted to Ringo. "Ringo! Those porn people are after you ag-"
"I'M JAMES PAUL MCCARTNEY!" Paul frustratedly smacked his hand down causing a few chips to fly everywhere.
"Oh hey Paulie, you didn't need ta shout, could of jus' said." George and Ringo rolled their eyes at Paul's behaviour.
"Give... the... phone... to RICHARD!" Paul said through gritted teeth trying to compose himself.
George feeling less powerful and more frightened gave the phone to Ringo.
"Hey Paul 'sup?"
"I'm hiding from Jane and I need to crash on your couch." He started to cringe at the memory of what happened earlier with Jane and John.
"Sure come right over." Ringo then walked out of his living room to the kitchen and began whispering. "But er... beware of erm... George."
"Stage 2?"
"5."
Paul's eyes widened this was the furtherest and most annoying stage George could be in. That's right he could be worse.
"Shit oh well I better bring weaponry, and a noble steed for escaping." Paul joked.
"Mate you need a fucking transporter to get aw-" Ringo's heart stopped when he heard the light footsteps of George. "Yeah yeah you're right Paul, John is rather good looking. Yeah yeah see ya later."
Paul stared at his phone confused, and then with a final sip of banana milkshake he drove out of the car park and made his way to Ringo's flat.
A/N - Hi again this chapter was a bit of a filler but it links to the main plot of the story which will become more evident in the next few chapters.
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The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)
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