Apple Corps.

Cravings

John hadn't gone back to Pauls place after last night. He'd went back to his own place extremely pissed off but also extremely tired. This morning was no better, he was still angry and still tired. He sat at his desk barely keeping his head up as he talked to one of his clients on the phone. He could feel Stuart's eyes burning into him but he continued to ignore him. "And who spoke to you in my absence?" John mumbled as professionally as he could. "Stuart? Alright. I'll talk to him right away." John rolled his eyes and hung up. Stuart was looking at him as if the call would make him speak to him. But John just leaned over and knocked over his pencil cup, spilling everything over his desk, and got up to take his lunch break. He smirked to himself on the short walk to the back.

He walked through the kitchen to where George was typing away furiously at his keyboard, Richard looking on in distaste. George seemed to get fed up, pushing his chair back slightly and reaching into his desk drawer. Johns mouth nearly watered at the sight of the pack of cigarettes. George smoothly pulled one out and held it between his fingers before putting it between his lips as he looked for a lighter. But as he did so, Richard leaned over and stole the cig from him. In desperation, George just pulled another and again put it between his lips but just the same, Richard stole it.

"Ok. That's like the least fun game ever." George frowned. Richard rolled his eyes, got up and took the pack from him and strolled off to dispose of them. He gave John a small smile as he went past him.

"Tell me you have more somewhere else?" John asked as he walked over, George turned in his chair. His face was twisted and annoyed.

"No. Richards too damn smart." George took Johns company as a cue that he was taking his lunch break, he got up and followed John to the break room. Pete was digging through the cupboards, rattling a few glasses as he did so.

"What are you doing there Pete?" John furrowed his brows while Pete gave him a smug look. He pulled his arm back and held a beautiful and untouched pack of cigs.

"I knew I hid one there at some point." He chuckled.

"Give it here, Pete." John needed that pack and he was gonna get it but Pete just chuckled. George sat at the small table trying to ignore just how bad he wanted to smoke.

"Just how bad do you want it Lennon?" Pete continued to laugh but John just narrowed his eyes. "Alright fine. If you can tell me the next person to walk in here, I'll hand it over." Pete offered and John gladly agreed. The group sat at the table and waited.

John looked at George to see what he could offer. After a few seconds, they agreed. "Colin." John sat back and Pete turned to the door to wait. And after what seemed like an hour but was more like a few seconds, Colin walked in. John and George were unbelievably smug with their random guess and Pete begrudgingly handed the pack over and walked out. The pair of them stared down at the pack intensely as they poked around their lunch as if waiting for the other to make the first move.

"You first." They both said at the same time.

George scowled. The craving was eating him alive but he didn't want to be the first to break. "Go on then John, you got us the win so you go first."

"Aye, George. I'll let you go first. Kind and that." John smiled. "And you'd better be quick, Richards bound to find you sooner or later. I can't disappoint Paul for another couple hours or so." John chuckled though he wasn't quite sure he was even going to go back to Pauls place today either. The two remained still, staring down at the pack.
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Paul chocked down his protests just this once. He'd let John be this time because it's what he needed. John was perched on a soft cushion at the bay window. The early morning dew dripped from the leaves of flowers Mimi had planted just outside. The streaks of tears down Johns face were beginning to dry faster with the help of the burning cigarette. Paul knew he was doing his best to avoid eye contact by looking out the window like it interested him. Watching him smoke under this condition made Pauls mind wander with curiosity.