High on you

I'm So Tired

John laid back on the front car seats as Paul hovered above him, sitting on the edge of the car door. John closed one of his eyes so the sun was behind Pauls head instead of shining down to worsen his already poor vision. He rolled his cigarette to the other side of his mouth and blew smoke past the small gap. They had about ten minutes before they'd have to be sitting at their desks, to meet Pauls prompt early time. A small shiver seemed to pass through Paul as he pulled at his jacket. John lifted his cig from his lips and put his elbow next to him on the seat, hand put through his steering wheel. He squinted his one open eye and read the patches sewn into Pauls jean jacket. Just above his heart read 'Friday I'm in love' .

"John, open your eyes before you fall asleep." Came Pauls voice, followed by a sharp kick to the bottom of his shoe that was only half on. He rolled his eyes and sat up so that he was between Pauls legs, arm resting on his thigh. Pauls eyebrow lifted as he stared down at Johns cigarette.

"There would be no threat of that if you didn't want to be picked up so early." John complied with Pauls stare and put the cigarette out and threw it out of the car. "So early in fact, that George refused the ride to sleep longer." He gave Paul his proving smirk.

"Well I just wanted to get here on time without you having to speed." Paul returned the smirk with a sassy click of his tongue. "And I just want to get the day over with." He shrugged and John, annoyed, fell back to lay down again. This time, pulling his foot and raising his knee so it took his place between Pauls legs. Paul tapped his fingertips against his Jean clad knee. "S'not that I don't want to meet them John."

"Than what is it?" John asked, hands bored without the cigarette. Paul looked down at him and seemed to give up on finding a good answer and just shrugged. John rolled his eyes as if to say 'exactly' and Paul started moving Johns knee back and forth between his thighs.

"What about my mates?" Paul asked.

John chuckled, deep from his throat "you mean the whole school?" Paul turned up his nose.

"No, just the good ones. Besides George, there's Linda, who you haven't met yet." Paul proposed with a cock of his head and walked his fingers down John's knee to his thigh, he heard John hum in acknowledgment and sighed. They went silent again, Paul went back to tapping aimlessly on Johns knee. He glanced at the clock and back at John, who kept inching closer and closer to sleep. "We can start heading to class now." Paul said softly as more classmates were making themselves present. John pulled his knee away and got out of the car through the opposite door. He stopped at the head of the car and Paul hopped down from his perch on the other door, walking over to him. John allowed him to go a few paces ahead before following after him. Their speech was minimal as they walked the halls. The morning drowsiness making it hard to keep up a conversation. But as Paul flung Mr. Epstein's door open, he felt Johns oddly possessive arm come down around his shoulder.

The teacher had peeked up from his papers, habitually gave Paul a welcoming smile but when he traced the arm to John, it faltered slightly. Obliviously, Paul led them to his desk. Not one for public displays of affection in class, Paul dodged Johns kiss to allow him a sleepy kiss on the cheek before he trailed over to his own desk. Classmates filed in and eventually, Mr. Epstein started the lesson. Paul sprawled out all the notes and took a peek behind him to John.

When no one was looking John flipped the bird to Paul with both hands. Paul gaped at him with slight amusement. And when John made a heart using his middle fingers, Paul couldn't hold it in, he giggled. Mr. Epstein threw him a warning glance and Paul clamped his mouth shut while John leaned back smugly.

At the sound of Pauls giggle, Pete turned to glance at the boy who was without a doubt looking at his new boy toy, John Lennon. Pete should've known, what with Lennon coming up to Pauls defense and all. Enough to start that physical fight and get them both in trouble. Pete glared at John, who was merely doodling in his haphazardly opened notebook. He felt his stomach burn in anger when he caught Paul staring at John again.
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