The Beatles Story #1: John and Paul (And...George)

The Sweetly Sweet Conclusion

A/N - I heard this song in a Modern Family episode and I just thought imagine George, John and Brian being the backup dancers. I would use all the money that I have just to see that!

_In George's Bedroom_
(Not In That Way, Perverts)

Ringo sat on his skinny friend's bed touching and feeling his new gold tooth. "What do you think happened to that Homer lad after he went off with John?" George who was strumming mindlessly on his acoustic guitar, as he sat on the floor, shrugged.

"Dunno... I'll ask. John?!" Ringo feeling very puzzled just stared at his friend in search of an answer. He found it when he saw John casually come out of the closet that was opposite them. He was about to answer Ringo's question but paused when he saw George doing something weird. "Geo... why are you recording me?"

George smirked, feeling proud of himself. "You'll thank me pretty soon." The one who walked out of the furniture sat on the bed forcefully (and on purpose) causing Ringo to fly off onto the floor. "Well turns out 'is name's Brian Epstein and he's hiding in my house."

"How can he hide there when you live with yer aunt." The oldest inputted as he rubbed his arm feeling pain. John lit a cigarette and George stared craving one. "He's pretending to be me so he can get out of his community service, and away from the police. I hope my aunt won't notice the switch, but yeah now I live in George's closet."

"Yet is hesitant to come out." The youngest mumbled under his breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He then attempted to steal John's cigarette, only to receive a smack on his hand. He was never lent a cigarette by John as he was always told he was too young for his lungs to go black. George thought it wasn't fair he was only three years younger

"Y'know Bri is a cool guy, you should invite 'im to yer party Ritchie." John said puffing out his cigarette smoke. Ringo's eyes lit up with joy at the mention of his party. "You remembered my party!"

"What party?" George and John said in unison. The shorter one laughed sarcastically and grabbed more paper from George's desk. He shoved some in both of their hands. "C'mon my party's on Friday, let's  get planning." This earned an exaggerated groan from the other two.

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_Friday 6th July_

(At Ringo's Pre-Birthday Birthday Party)

"This  party's going great!" Paul cheered as he held a drink in his hand standing next to the party planner. "There's no sign of John, it's a party and there's no sign of John!" Ringo almost burst out laughing at Paul's terrible luck. "You spoke too soon mate." They both turned their heads to see John enter, and already he was flirting with a bunch of girls. Paul groaned and walked off to refill his cup with more cheap beer.

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_Later That Night_

"He's so annoying. He's pissing me off." Paul said talking to Homer after recently discovering his name was Brian. "Who George?"Brian asked innocently and he scanned the room to search for the cause of his new friend's anger.

"Yeah and John." He looked at the two of them angrily, feeling a bit betrayed knowing George still was hanging out with John after what happened at the bakery. "Just look at them, laughing, getting drunk, having fun. Ugh I need a drink!" However Brian stopped him knowing it would make him do something stupid.

Then more entertainment began when George and John jumped on a nearby table. Ringo walked over to Paul and Brian to get a better view of what was about to come. The nowhere near sober pair ended up doing a drunken duet dance but it was intevened by a tipsy Mick Jagger. "No one does a stupid dance without me!" He dragged Brian (Epstein) and the two of them got on the table, and then nodded to his bandmate Brian (Jones) to turn up the stereo.

The song Midnight Train to Georgia began and then blasted out through the speakers. Mick sang lead while John, Brian and George sang and danced backup. Ringo doubled over in laughter. "Oh my God, look at John he looks like an absolute fool!"Paul stood watching while trying his best to stifle his laughter. "It's not funny Ritchie, they look like idiots."

"That's the whole point!" Paul didn't want to admit it but he found it hilarious. He gave up holding it in and along with Ringo he burst out laughing. "John looks like a pervert!" Ringo nodded at the observation. "And George and Brian don't have a groovy bone in thier bodies."

When Paul's eyes stopped watering he managed to squeeze in one more sentence before laughing at their funny dance moves. "They're not bad singers, yet I still feel sorry for Mick 'avin to deal with those swines."

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"Ritchie I'm going on the roof for some air!" Paul called over the loud music. "Take some cake!" Ringo shouted to his mate. Paul looked at him sadly thinking that they cut the cake without him, but then he looked where the cake used to be and saw George in that same area. No explanation needed.

He ran up the stairs, into the bathroom (where people were making out) and climbed out of the window. This was the easiest way of getting onto the roof. When he was sat down he turned to see John sitting to his far left. John noticed Paul was sat on the other side of the roof but chose to continue smoking and not to say anything to him.

*Awkward Silence Joins Them On The Roof*

"Y'know me mum..." Paul began after scraping up the courage to say something. John exhaled smoke before replying. "Nah I don't think so." Even though they weren't facing each other Paul knew that John had figured out where this conversation was going and had used humour to make it less awkward.

"She erm...died." Despite having smoked a lot over the years, John choked on the smoke and started coughing. "I'm sorry... I erm...didn't know."

"It's cool, you didn't know."

*After going to get cake, before George could eat any more, the Awkward Silence returns*

After a while of sitting looking at the sunset, John decided to continue the conversation. "Got hit by a car." Paul frowned as he watched the sky. "My mum, I was seventeen. I think it was a drunk police officer or something."

"Mine died of cancer when I was fourteen."

He rubbed a hand through his auburn hair and sighed feeling sorry for the younger one. "Life's a piece of crap."

"I know... want a piece of cake?" John scooched over to Paul and took a bit of the cake. They sat talking for  while and they found out that they got along quite well when they weren't insulting each other's dead mothers. The fun was interrupted by the older one's watch beeping.

"It's midnight now. Ritchie's official twenty-first birthday, better go wish 'im good health and shit." Paul lifted his head from leaning on John's shoulder and stretched. He has a nice arse John thought as Paul bent down to pick up the plate.

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George and Ringo sat on the bathroom sink a they listened to John and Paul's conversation. The two were falling asleep, they didn't know the two would be talking for that long. Before George could close his eyes Ringo's voice woke him up. "Are you going to sit there like a stupid maniac or are you going to hurry up and do something maniacally stupid?"

George just smiled slightly at his friend's ability to make -5% sense and make perfect sense at the same time. "Nah... I'll leave them to it."

Ringo saw what I wrote and made it end it at that. But TRY AND STOP ME FROM GETTING THEM TOGTHER IN REAL LIFE RICHARD STARKEY! I know you can't. So you might as well help me plan a McLennon wedding.

Anywho the moral of the story (that will be a bestseller) is that George will always win. You can't stop him, and true love conquers all blah blah...

THE END