High on you

Act Naturally

John sat on the bench outside the school doors smoking, not realizing just quite how big his smile was. He'd been beyond cloud nine since last night. Stuart slowly approached him with an amused smirk.

"What, did you sleep with a coat hanger in yer mouth?" Stuart started, sitting next to John, who looked at him with a neutral look, wiping his smile right off his face. He took another drag of his cig and rolled his eyes instead of replying. He trusted Cyn enough to be secure in his thought that she hadn't told him about the severity of his feelings for Paul.

"Care to split yer stash?" John asked and Stuart chuckled.

"How do you know I even have enough to give you half?" He shook his head but John just unzipped his bag and waited smugly, so Stuart dramatically transferred some of the stash into it. They were quiet for sometime, as classmates were leaving the school. John was silently hoping that Stuart would leave, knowing his presence would be a bother for either George or Paul. He slouched over and didn't offer any more to the conversation. Eventually, Stuart started talking about what's happened to him in the last couple days. As he was doing this, John found Paul who was leaning against a short ledge in front of the flowers the school had planted in attempt to make it look better. To Pauls side was Jane Asher, her hair pulled into a messy bun that flounced each time she gestured.

Paul didn't actually seem to be interested in what she was saying. He was looking off over her shoulder but she didn't notice, still blabbing on. John was able to catch his eye, giving him a small smile. Paul returned it gladly and looked back down to Jane. Stuart glanced from John to Paul with a confused expression on his face, missing how Paul returned Johns smile.

"John, when are you going to give this fling you supposedly had a rest?" Stuart's voice cut through Johns blissful stare. John quirked his head to face Stuart, still slouched over. His forearm rested on his knee and occasionally brought his cigarette up to his mouth.

"Supposedly" John repeated with a roll of his eyes and a puff of the cigarette. "It fuckin happened Stu." John spat, more angry then he'd previously been. Stuart leaned back on the bench and scoffed.

"I rest my case John, the McCartney twink is too good for lousy, no good potheads. You probably confused him with whatever lad you managed to lay in yer drunk brain." Stuart waved his finger around his temple to emphasize. John grimaced.

"I think I know who I slept with Stuart."

"It's not hard to believe that you wouldn't, you sleep around a lot y'know." Stuart shrugged like the comment wouldn't bother John, though he knew it would. Instead of pounding Stuart right then and there, John looked back and made eye contact with Paul who again looked up like he knew John was waiting.

This time Paul seemed to be excusing himself from Jane. John took the hint and grabbed his bag and stood up. Stuart quirked his brow at the action.

"John where are you going?" He asked, hoping John would be available for smoking that stash later. But as he watched John start walking, he noticed that Paul had pulled himself from whatever perky conversation he'd been having with that annoying red head and was meeting John. Stuart narrowed his eyes and just as the two boys met and were turned to walk away, John looked over his shoulder and flipped Stuart the bird. Stuart angrily crossed his arms and leaned back on the bench still skeptical.

The two boys seemed to silently agree to walk over to Pauls car. "So John. I've been thinking" Paul began, toying with the edge of his sleeve. "And I don't think I gave you a fair shot...so I was wondering if you still wanted to go out sometime?" He asked without much of his nerves showing. They stopped at Pauls car, John shoved his hands in his pockets, stomping out the cig he'd just dropped. He leaned back on the car and crossed one of his legs over the other.