It was a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Lennon and McCartney's that day. Nothing really exciting was planned that day and it ended up being a calm autumn day for John and Paul. Calm days weren't uncommon for the two however it wasn't a very frequent occurrence either.
John enjoyed calm days as much as the next artist. However he was facing a dilemma at that time. An almost art block of sorts that caused him to stress on this relaxing day. He sat on a stool in front of a blank white canvas on an easel. John sighed and stared at the canvas as if he would come up with an idea the more he glared at canvas' whiteness. He sighed and headed downstairs to have a cigarette. I pulled at the draw strings of his hoodie as he grabbed his box of viceroys when he found he was cigarette-less. John inwardly groaned and sat on the couch.
Paul sat next to him reading a small blue book. John glanced at him and sighed. Paul kept reading. John sighed again, more exaggeratedly. He gave a sad look to Paul, who still wasn't paying attention to him.
"Macca." John whined. Paul looked at John and seemed startled. "I didn't even notice you there." he cracked a smile.
"Is the book that good?" John asked with a matching crooked smile. Paul nodded slightly and began to chatter about the plot of the book. John smiled more genuinely as Paul spoke.
Paul set his book down next to him on the couch and faced John. "So what's up?" He asked. John sighed and explained he had been suffering from an art block. John groaned and out his hands on his face.
"Well, what do you usually paint when you're not having an art block?" Paul asked and seemed to scoot closer to John. John shrugged then sunk further into the couch. Paul laid his head on John's shoulder and couldn't help to smile.
"What?" John smirked. "You usually lock yourself up in your room around this time. I like being with you" Paul looked up at John and smiled slightly. John began to feel bad then. He was antisocial only because he was focusing on art but, he never wanted to shut out Paul.
"I'm sorry Paul" John said lowly. "What? Why are you sorry?" Paul sat up and looked at his friend. "I didn't mean to ignore yo-" Paul grabbed John's face and shushed him. "Don't even you dare say that, Johnny. You're an artist and I both love and respect that. I understand. Not completely but," Paul paused and sighed. "I get it, Johnny. And I don't mind." Paul smiled.
John looked at Paul with wide eyes and a slight blush on his face. "What did I do to deserve you?" John practically cooed as learned closer to Paul. "Oh shush," pinkish red crept on Paul's cheeks and he smiled nervously. John gave Paul another crooked smile. Paul smiled back before kissing John on the cheek.
"I'm serious. You are literally perfect." John kissed Paul on the lips and placed his hand on Paul's back. Paul rolled his eyes and scoffed before he kissed John back and pulled at the collar of John's hoodie.
The afternoon rolled on and John ended up giving up on trying to paint that day and spent his time with Paul instead. They both cuddled on the couch together and watched tv. 4:00 pm slowly came and Paul realized he and John had wasted a whole afternoon. John assured him it wasn't wasted.
"We literally did nothing" Paul tried to reason. "Yes we did. We're cuddling and listening to Mac Demarco. Now I would say that is the best way an afternoon could go." John smirked. Paul shrugged in agreement then kissed John on the cheek before snuggling closer to John. "Yeah ok. I'll admit it. This day went pretty alright. "
John kissed the top of Paul's head and smiled softly. The cool autumn breeze blew in through the open living room window as if the sky sighed in happiness.
