High on you

Honey Don't

"Paul, why are you digging through my glovebox?" John quirked his head to the side as the car halted to a stop at the red light. His glasses slipped down the slope of his nose as he gave Paul a sideways glance. Paul rooted his hand around in the cluttered glovebox a final time before shutting it, basically on time with the beat of the music blaring from the radio because everything Paul did was just that perfect.

"I'm looking for my sympathy for you for sleeping in and making us late....and unsurprisingly, I can't find it!" He clicked his tongue sassily and leaned back on his seat. John chuckled as he readjusted his mirror. He rubbed the pad of his thumb under his nose and hung his free arm out the window, the other lounging on the wheel as he hit the gas to catch up with the seconds he'd missed of the now green light.

"Cute routine, Paul." John chuckled again and Paul gave him a smug grin in return. "George doesn't seem to mind." John tilted his head back in gesture as he turned onto a side street. Paul craned his neck to turn around at the silent lad who'd he almost forgot was even there. He was still preoccupied with his phone. Paul gave him a skeptical look but he wasn't even looking at him. So he turned around again and went to work finding a good station for the few minutes left of their journey.

"Because you're mine, I walk the line-" "Don't you look at my girlfriend (girlfriend) She's the only one I got-" "Evil woman, evil woman, evil woman, evil woman-" "Nineteen-eighty-three is calling, I've been on my knees and crawlin-"

"Wait! Go back!" Georges interest was suddenly peeked as he snapped his head up. Paul chuckled as he changed back to the station he knew George was talking about. 'Evil Woman' by Elo filled the car again and George contently leaned back in the backseat and sang along quietly. John seemingly, couldn't allow that and started loudly singing along and encouraging them to join, which they did. So when they turned into the school lot, about to be late, they were causing an even bigger scene.

They rushed out of the car, George scampering off to his own class. John hopped out of the car and started to run off until he noticed Paul was not beside him. He turned and found Paul struggling to free his bag strap from the car door. He chuckled loudly and ran back over and got the door open for him. The bag was free, Paul straightened and John gave him expecting eyes. "I'm not saying thank you, you got us into this mess." He said shortly and took off, John laughed madly as he attempted to catch up with him.

They slid to a hazardous stop at Mr. Epstein's door, shoes squeaking as they crashed right into each other. Paul pulled himself together before carefully opening the door and walking in with John right behind him. The class immediately looked up with interest. Paul paid them no mind as he strolled over to his seat. John however, felt Brian's eyes on him as he gave Paul a parting smirk. He slowly took his seat, kicking the chair back and sitting. The chair squeaking loudly as he scooted to the desk. "Mr. Lennon, that's your fifth tardy, I'd like to talk to you after class."

The class chimed in that obnoxious ohhh and he rolled his eyes. Pete clenched his pencil in a death grip at Johns smug 'couldn't care less' face that didn't deserve Pauls gushing doe eyed stare from across the room.
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Ringo felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and hoped for a moment that it was George. But when he turned, he was met with Rory. He was twirling a keychain around his finger and looking down with his wide, kind eyes. "Rings, I'm really sorry about being moody for the last couple of days." His voice was seemingly sincere and Ringo wanted to believe him. He took Ringo's hand and opened his palm, setting the keychain down in his hand.

He ran his thumb down the tiny drum set, his name engraved into the front. A familiar feeling of the willingness to forgive him pulled at Ringo's chest. He had to mean a lot to Rory if he went through the trouble of getting this for him. He clutched it tight in his hand as Rory looked down at him with a friendly smile.