The Beatles Story #2: Expectations Vs Reality

In Which Phone Calls Are Made

A/N - I don't know if the show that George is watching actually exists, but I can picture him watching it anyways. Enjoy!

"Hey Geo." Paul began grudgingly, as he twirled one of his dark locks with his hands. "I need a favour." George smiled happily, everyone seemed to disappear for a while, and he was finally glad to be in the company of someone else other than his parents. "Nice of you to finally call, I texted you a million times to invite you over."

"Yeah," Paul dragged on distractedly thinking about his week. "I've been busy doin' ... stuff." The youngest's eyes lit up thinking he had an idea of what his friend got up to, but before George could say anything. (Paul just knew what he was going to bring up) He continued the conversation. "Anywho, I need you to flat sit for two weeks. And look after that stray cat John abandoned at my place."

"Ooh what was he doin' at your place?" George inquired wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, Paul could practically hear it from the other end of the phone. "Well I ain't got anything better to do than be fed repeatedly by me mum, and gain no weight. So I'll do it. But why anyways?"

"I'm going on holiday."

"Holiday!?" George shouted flipping out he dropped the phone on his creaky bed and ran out. Paul just sighed, irritation written all over his face. Then George raced back in and put the smartphone against his ear. "What country you in?"

"I'm in my flat." Geo dropped his phone on his bed once again, jogged out of his room, only to realise he forgot his phone. And ran back in panting. "Where d'you live again?" He joked walking out of his room with the phone against his ear.

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_In Paul's Flat_

"Why the fuck d'you need to go abroad?" George said as his dark brown eyes scanned the fridge trying to decide on what to annihilate first. "I mean you got me, Ritchie, your boyfriend and Bri too."

"I'm not gay George." Paul said scrolling through his social media, skipping past the many random and inappropriate pictures John had spammed him with. "Yeah yeah. But you don't need to go away." He picked up a frozen pizza and proceeded to put it in the oven. "I planned a holiday for us y'know."

"Where?" Paul asked becoming curious, George slammed the oven door shut and set the temperature. "At Mick's pub." Paul looked at George in disgrace for a moment and looked back at his phone again. He smiled having finally gone past John's ridiculous posts. He put his phone in his pocket, stood up and dragged his two suitcases along with him.

"Right well Geo that's me done. I lost the keys a few days ago s-"

"Don't worry." George smiled. "I've been keeping it safe." He dangled the key in front of a scared Paul. Who then dragged his suitcases off to the exit mentally praying for himself and his flat. "See ya." George sat on the floor, avoiding the mysteriously stained couch and waved innocently at his friend. As soo  as the door shut the innocence left, and was overtaken by a  devilish giggle from George who pulled his phone out of his pocket.

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_Later That Evening_

George stole every single pillow and cushion that his friend owned and built a cosy little fort in the corner of Paul's living room. This is something he'd seen Paul do when he was in a bitchy mood, or just simply to treat a hangover.

He was wide eyed drinking tea (in summer)  contributing to the well known stereotype that English people drink too much tea. In his lap was his notepad, that now contained information from tbe show he was absorbed in - How to Get Away With Murder.

He knocked over the tea, adding the the many dozen stains, on the floor when his heart jumped as he heard movement. He quickly grabbed the remote and changed the channel in less than a second. (A trick John taught him to prevent himself from getting caught watching porn).

"What crap is this?!" He yelled he when blinked and saw he was watching Disney Channel. "Oh my eyes." As it turns out he didn't even need to change the channel because the source of the noise was John's stray kitten.

"Hey kitty," He said stroking it. "Remember me, Uncle George?" The kitten who was previously laying down, purring at the feeling of being pampered, jumped up and scratched George. "Ow you son of a-" He was interrupted by the horrible sound of Paul's landline. He groaned and stood up ready to lecture whoever was calling. But before he could even begin, he was interrupted again.

"Hey Macca," The voice of John boomed clearly speaking in a rush. Instead of saying that Paul wasn't here, George stayed silent wanting to see where this conversation would go to. "you wait 'til you see what plans I've got for us late tonight." George was treated to a rather girlish giggle that was very unlike John. "Pizza, paintin' the town, and a pretty cool movie. What d'ye say princess?"

The skinny boy tried to take it all in. John and Paul met in late June and hated each other till around Ringo's birthday day. It was now the beginning of August and George couldn't get his head around his quickly they were already best of friends. It's not quite the stage George wished they'd be at but it was close enough.

"Yeah about that," He began stifling his laughter. "I may have accidentally on purpose forgotten to say that it's George." John's small chesnut coloured eyes widened in embarrassment. He knew this would never be lost in the vast and evil world which was George's mind. It would be at the front, never to be forgotten.

"What the fuck man! Where's Paul?"

"He's... erm... on holiday." The younger one replied distracted as he just knew that The Stray Cat was just staring at him. "Oh," John said a little sadly, his ingenious plan having gone to waste. "Where?"

"I dunno, I'm only a flat keeper."

"What if he ends up hurt or something?"

"I dunno, then I'm only a flat onwer."

"Bastard," John leaned back on his bed suddenly feeling bored and a bit lonely. Now he wished he'd gone on holiday, he hadn't been anywhere interesting since he was fourteen, Mimi hated to travel. "But now that I think about it 'e did ask me to do something like that."

"Why didn't you loverboy?" George teased, slowly retreating to the safety of his fort, clutching his clammy hands on the chunky house phone. "Piss off, I made too many plans with my girlfriend Cynthia. Not that you would know anything about that."

'Paulie asked John to flatkeep first? Well second is better than nothing.'

"Wanna come over? It's starting to be a real drag alone. And I swear that stray kitten you brought over two weeks ago is trying to kill me for reasons unknown."

'Really? For reasons unknown? That cat has every right seeing as a trained it.' John thought.

"Didn't you hear me crapface. Plans. With. Cyn." He said very slowly as if he was trying to talk to a person who couldn't speak good english. George rolled his eyes. "That's why I asked you assface."

"I'll be over in ten."

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_Ten Later_

"Oh yeah, I was meant to see Geo." John shrugged as he sat up to put his shoes that had been dashed carelessly in the corner. "Must have lost track of time staring at the ceiling."

A/N - So! What did you guys think? It's only start but it's something, don't forget to comment and vote.