High on you

For You Blue

Stuart didn't realize just how hard he'd been leaning into the fence until he lifted his arm and was met with diamond imprints all over his skin. John was still twiddling his thumbs and pretending he wasn't waiting for some kind of reaction. Problem was, Stuart wasn't sure what he was suppose to say. "I'll take anything over this silence, Stu." John broke the quiet.

"Well I suppose it's good now...Y'know? Mr. Epstein's gone, so." Stuart shrugged. John scoffed. "So it's not what you wanted but...face it, it's for the best." Stu said in that adult tone of voice that he could sometimes pull up to his advantage. Stu pulled away from the fence like he was leaving. "That arsehole Marty's got something coming though."

"I ain't stepping foot in that shitty place again." John crinkled his nose and leaned back, knowing what was going through Stuart's mind.

"I'll pound him for ya John. No problem." Stuart gestured to himself but John shook his head.

"Don't need to be gettin assault charges as a graduation gift, Stu. Leave off on telling Cyn, yeah?" John started his way off again, Stuart didn't give much for confirmation, a shrug at best.

Paul pressed his thumbnail into his lip and it down slightly. A gesture that was vividly very innocent. George was leaning back into a more spread position on John's car hood. The lad didn't give Paul much in their conversation.

He sadly remembered a time when George would tell him everything. John sauntered back over silently, reaching out to take Paul's hand away from his mouth. "It takes you so much time to do them, don't go biting em' now," John chuckled, looking down at Paul's now red nails. Paul gave him a blushed grin in return.

George, who'd been fiddling madly with his phone, abruptly pocketed it like it had burnt him. He texted Ringo more than a few times over the last few days and couldn't even get a 'seen at...'

He squinted at the sun and decided to take advantage of having mates. He hopped off the hood, swift on his feet. "You guys want to go hang out in a parking lot or something?"

John chuckled lightly for his mood. "Best idea yet." He joined George. Paul looked at them like they were mad daft. "Think about it, luv. S'a nice day, we can smoke and just listen to the radio." John smiled genuinely so Paul went along with it.
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Paul's light denim jacket seemed to fall from a useful position. Falling from his shoulders to rest just along his back and curl at his forearms. He laid back in John's car, foot resting on the bottom of the steering wheel. The side  mirror reflected an uncomfortable twinkle of light into his eye. He squinted as he stopped reaching for the radio dial.

John and George were lounging in the back seat, smoking. And doing their best to face away from Paul's direction. The mellow tone of Bob Dylan's voice poured over them.

"All the friends I ever had are gone..." Paul softly sang along. He was glad enough that John was seeming to slide back into a happier mood.

He took a glance back at them before laying back in his previous position. The weather was getting to the tipping point of being full on autumn. And personally, the slow edging into it was irritating to Paul. He shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting up and resting his arm along the back of the seat.

John took that as his cue to start playing with Paul's hand. The polish seemingly more shining in the sun. George had begun fiddling with his phone again. "It would've been better if Mimi didn't say anything." Came John's sudden voice, still toying with Paul's hand.

George set his phone back down. "John-"

"I'm leaving soon anyway. It wouldn't have been a problem anymore." John shook his head. Paul sighed.