High on you

Misery

The next morning, John was doing himself in as he reanalyzed the whole date again in his mind. He shook his head, not wanting to be one of those paranoid and sad lads. Uncharacteristically, he saw George stroll up looking quite pleased and calm. John scowled, not liking how the tables turned. "Morning George." He said bitterly as George sat down next to him in the short ledge.

"Morning John." He smiled and kicked his legs back and forth.

"What's got you so chipper, it's creeping me out." John poked the usually grim George on the shoulder who slapped his hand away.

"I made a new friend." George said with a smile, his tone and words comparable to a small child. John chuckled to himself and gave George suggestive eyes.

"Not that kind of friend, John! Just a friend, a good mate. He works at yer charity shop y'know." George kicked Johns leg who was now looking at him in confusion. "His names Brian.-"

"Never heard of him." John shrugged and George shook his head. Of course you haven't.

"I smoked some of Keith and Micks stash with him last night." George chuckled but John gave him a disapproving look. "What?"

"You smoked with a complete stranger? You shouldn't do that George." John shook his head.

"Don't lecture me, John. Brian's a good guy and he was a lot like me. Y'know?" George bumped John's shoulder.

"I still have no idea who he is. He could very well have been a spirit, aye George? Y'know, you go back and ask for him only to have someone say 'Brian? He died six years ago.' " John teased. George chuckled.

"Ha ha"

As they began to clown around and shove each other, Paul strolled up to them. He tapped softly on John's knee. "Hey, can we um. Talk?"

Paul watched John's expression fall victim to nerves. "It's nothing too bad, John." He reassured him. George pat John's back and jumped down.

"I'll leave you to it, I'll see ya later." George poked Paul's arm as he left.

"So John. I didn't want to tell you cause I didn't think it was a big deal but...remember when you called me a slut?" Paul quieted. John cringed at the memory but nodded.

"Well it's been popping in my head and it's bothering me...like I keep hearing it and that's why I pushed you away last night." Paul rushed it all out and immediately put his head down in embarrassment.

John looked Paul up and down and searched for some sort of gesture. He grabbed his hands and Paul picked his head up. "Fuck Paul, I'm sorry I ruin everything. I shouldn't have said that."

Paul gave him a small smile. "It's just...you don't think of me like that do you?" Paul shook their hands.

"God no, Paul. Y'know me, I say shitty things that I don't mean." John let go of Paul's hands and brought them to Paul's cheeks.

"Me da has banned me from seeing you...Mike blabbed to him that you said that about me. He doesn't want me around someone who made me cry that much." Paul was too busy quoting his father with a roll of his eyes he forgot the heaviness in his words.

"I made you cry?" John gritted his teeth. And Paul cringed.

"Yeah...but only a tad. It wasn't that bad I swear." Paul tried to reassure him but John looked positively green. He pulled back his hands from Paul's face. Paul immediately missed them.

"Why is it that I only say all the bad shit." John huffed. "Y'know Paul I'm gonna tell you something but you can't get all mushy over it, ok?"

Paul smiled at John's attitude and eagerly nodded his head, leaning against the brick wall.