High on you

Run for your life

Paul hadn't said much of a word to his father for the past week and a half. He'd leave for school every morning and John would pick him up at the next block. From there, they'd pick up George. He was just passing the crummy shrubbery in front of one of the rundown houses when the familiar honk of John's car pulled him out of his thoughts.

John had one outstretched arm lounging on the wheel, a toothpick hung from his sideways smile. His hair in that pompadour with his tuft of curly strands. "You goin' my way doll?" Came the cooing of his Elvis voice. Paul strolled over, gripping the stop sign and twirling around it. Hues of the rising sun tinted his cheeks.

"Is there any other way to go, luv?" He giggled and galloped over. He flung his bag inside first than himself, jumping over the door. "G'morning." Paul went to kiss John's cheek but just before he did, John turned his face to catch his lips.

Paul pulled back. "Cheeky." He smirked, throwing his feet on John's dashboard. John pulled the car off and started the way to George's.

John lit a cigarette while they waited for George. Paul rolled his eyes with a look of disgust. "Seriously John?"

John frowned and puffed the smoke to the opposite side of Paul. His free hand clasped Paul's and rested in his lap. "Just this one today, Paul."

Paul played with John's fingers and pursed his lips. "Fine but I ain't kissing ya afterwards. Yer mouth tastes all fuzzy." He cringed.

"C'mon Paul, it ain't that bad-"

George came bounding down his path, up to John's car. He seemed to be furiously texting. He hoped in without a word. "Who are you texting?" Paul asked.

George looked up briefly. "None of yer business." He stuck out his tongue. Paul turned back round in his seat. John gave him a closed mouth smile.

"Millennials and their technology." John chuckled and George slapped the back of his head.

John pulled up to the school a little early. He lounges back and throw an arm around the back of Paul's seat. George launched out of the car, still lost in his phone.

"Where ya going?" John shouted after him but George waved them off. Paul curled up against John's side and grabbed his chin.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and put it out, throwing it from the car. He than kissed him, hard. Pulling back, he scrunched up his nose. "Eww" he taped John's cheek and leaned back in his seat.

"Thanks Paul." John rolled his eyes. Paul giggled. "I can bail work by seven, you up for dinner?" He asked, nose rubbing against Paul's temple.

"Yeah, I'll tell my da I'm going out with George and get him to back me up." Paul kissed John's nose. John hummed with pleasure and pulled Paul into his lap.

"John!"

The two lads fell out of their intertwined position as Stuart slammed his hands down on the car door. "John, mate you gotta come with me and Colin at lunch, yeah?"

John was aware that Stu was aiming to get high and he was all for it. "Yeah, I'll see ya then."

Stuart had been reluctant to believe John about the Paul situation but now he had no choice but to believe him. And John could never figure out if Stu even liked Paul.

Stuart trotted off and John turned back to the frowning Paul. "Paul?" He nudged him.

"You gonna get high?" Paul asked condescendingly. John sighed.

"Paul, luv. Y'know I do that." John huffed and Paul nodded.

"Yeah, doesn't mean I like it. Never have, pothead." Paul giggled again. John shrugged.