High on you

All Together Now

George was slouched over the lunch table, eating a sandwich with a small scowl on his face. John was leaning on top of him, a deep frown set. "He never fuckin' came out George." John explained again.

"Paul's touchy with what his dad knows about his love life." George's voice was muffled by the food. A piece of lettuce dropped down.

"He shouldn't give a shit." John huffed. "I waited outside for how bleedin' long?"

John scowled again and looked up just in time to catch Paul, passing by in a soft peach t shirt tucked into tight jeans. John was nearly reduced to a puddle of drool "he's so fuckin out of my league it's ridiculous." John pitifully whispered to himself. George rolled his eyes, sick of the whining about John and Paul. He'd give anything to have them get over it and just get together already but at the same time he desperately wished they wouldn't work out. He bit into his sandwich, lettuce crunching as John tried so very hard to make his staring less obvious as Paul approached them.

"Listen, John about last night...." Paul started and George threw a piece of lettuce at him. Paul wiped it off his face with a small annoyed grin. George returned a smirk and impulsively decided to tease Paul a little for good nature. He bumped Johns shoulder a tad as he leaned forward.

"I heard it was pretty cold last night, huh John?" George turned to John with a sarcastic smile. John eagerly returned the teasing stare.

"Sure was George, froze me arse off-"

"John, I'm so sorry. Me da was awake and he-"

John held his hand out and rolled his eyes. "Shove off, Paul."

Paul set his books down on the table and seemed to gain a shy exterior to him. He tried to search for the right words. He was fumbling with his hands while John stared on reluctantly.

"It was the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, John. And I just don't really know how to explain you to my father." Paul looked rather nervous and John scoffed.

"Tell him there's a lad in the yard who's fuckin playing his heart out for you!" John shouted impulsively before he could rethink it. Paul blushed slightly and looked to George who gave him a grimace.

"I'm bleedin' daft alright? The song was...so beautiful." Paul scooted closer to John with a sincere look in his eyes. But John wasn't going to allow himself to fall into Pauls trap, only scoffing after Pauls sentence.

"Don't need you to tell me that." He snapped back and reached his hand into George's crisp bag, and George normally would've slapped his hand away but this time he let John have at it. Paul seemed to have been knocked down a few pegs and looked increasingly unsure of himself. John was trying his best to ignore the lad. "If you have nothing to contribute to this conversation other than the hurt puppy look than you should kindly shove off." John narrowed his eyes though he wasn't looking quite at Paul but straightforward. The look on Pauls face was making Georges stomach drop with guilt. His big doe eyes were wide and hurt and he'd always been a sucker for that.

"Maybe we should all go out sometime, y'know hang out or...?" George trailed the offer off when John gave him a look as if to say 'close yer damn mouth right now'. But Paul had brightened a tad and sat up straighter and more like his usual self.

"I think that's a great idea! I mean if yer Georges mate then we should all be hanging out." Paul looked at John with big pleading eyes basically whimpering out 'forgive me, forgive me'. George was sure he might melt on the spot if the look had been directed at him but it wasn't, they never were. John had been trapped in a corner and didn't look too appreciative of it.