I Wanna Be Your Man

Chapter 21

One week later

"John?!" Paul yelled, walking through the streets of Liverpool. He had tried to forget about John, but was just too worried. He had expected John to at least come by the house to get his things. He never did. It had been too long, so now Paul was desperately trying to find him.

"Jooooooohn?!" Paul yelled louder. He was now near the entrance of the hospital. His eyes widened, and a hopeful smile spread across his face. The hospital. Maybe John was still in the hospital!

Paul ran up to the front desk, and waited patiently for the secretary to turn around. When she did, Paul smiled.

"Hey!"

The lady sneered. It was the same lady that Paul was about to have sex with before Ringo got coffee spilled onto his lap. The lady looked kind of scared.

Paul spoke again eagerly. "Remember me? Well, you probably don't. Anyway, is John still being treated here? John Lennon?"

The lady picked up the phone, and whispered something into it. She quickly hung it up and turned to Paul.

"No, ma'am, he isn't actually. He left a whole week ago."

Paul raised his eyebrows. "Ma'am?"

The woman laughed nastily. "Yeah, your friend told me all about your little operation." The lady curiously glanced down towards Paul's crotch.

"What?!" Paul stood there confused, until he realized that John was sabotaging his love life. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. He was lying, because he wanted to be the one to sleep with you." Paul sighed.

The lady didn't look convinced. "Well, just in case." She made a devilish smirk and glanced behind Paul.

A security guard with a taser stood behind him and quickly pressed it up against Paul's back. Paul vibrated and crumpled to the floor.
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One week earlier

Stu had packed all the clothes he could into a small suitcase.

John came out of the kitchen with a tablecloth with then edges tied to be a giant sack. He was grinning like a maniac, and the bag looked like it was about to burst with food.

"John!" Stu yelled impatiently. "How much did you take?"

Stu went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A jug of milk and some fruit was all that was left. Stu grunted, then checked the pantry. They were completely empty, except for a jar of peanut butter, a few bread crumbs, and a note. Stu picked up the slightly crumpled note, and struggled to read the sloppy handwriting. It read:

Dear Mr. Charles and Mrs. Millie,

I have kidnapped your son and stolen most of your food. You owe me a great gratitude for not waiting until you come home, so I can murder you. That was my original plan, but seeing as you weren't home, I just decided to take your son. I've decided I'm going to take him to Germany with me, and we'll live a nice life. He'll be beaten and raped only twice a day. He will be fed. If he happens to die in case of an 'accident', I will send his corpse home in a big box. I hope you can understand why I'm doing this. If not, then I guess you'll have to live out the rest of your life not knowing why I wanted to murder you two or kidnap your son.

Sincerely, Anonymous Criminal

Stu couldn't help laughing. He placed the note back into the pantry and closed it. He then picked his suitcasr back up from the sitting room, and ran out the front door. John was standing in the driveway, with the giant sack over his shoulder.

Stu grinned. "Who are you, Father Christmas?"

John laughed and motioned with his head for them to leave. Stu ran next to John, and they both started walking away from Stu's house.

"Uh, where are we going?" Stu asked after a few minutes of walking.

"I don't know. Nowhere in particular. But also everywhere in particular." John shrugged, then started laughing.

Stu raised an eyebrow. "You're one interesting man, Lennon."

John turned to him and smirked. "Yeah, I'm pretty great. I'm weird, smart, brave, cool, talented, and very, very modest."

Stu broken out into laughter and just kept clutching his stomach while staring at John.

"And handsome." John winked.

Stu immediately turned his laughing into fake coughing and turned away.

"You okay, Stu?"

"What, oh, yeah, I'm fine." Stu started blushing.

"Alright then. Good to know." John winked again.

Stu blushed an even deeper shade of red. He turned away, and they walked in silence for a while. They both thought to themselves what was bothering them at the moment.

John wanted to head towards Paul's house, and 'get his stuff'. He hoped that Paul might forgive him, and this could all be over. He would go back to living in Paul's house, and go back to repeatedly having his affections ignored. The only problem was what to do with Stu. There wasn't much room for another guy to live in the house, despite the fact that Stu didn't have much stuff to occupy space with. But then again, John kind of promised Stu somewhere else to live. He looked over to Stu and wondered what on Earth he might be thinking about. His mind was probably swarming with fear and regrets.

Stu was thinking about how hot John looked. He loved the way John talked, walked, and laughed. He was the full package. Stu had admired these things about John before, but before he knew he was gay. So, he dismissed them as just 'friendly admirations'. Now, Stu's body burned with desire. He loved John, and felt like he wanted to protect him, and to be protected by him. He wanted to be able to save John again. He needed to prove he was worthy of him. But the bigger problem, was about John's sexuality. Stu had noticed from the beginning that John was always with a lot of women. But Stu also noticed that when John was around Paul, he seemed really happy. Stu suspected that John might be in the same boat as him. But, he could only imagine what might be running through John's head.

What was running through John's head was baloney sandwiches. He hadn't eaten in a long time, and was now starving. He didn't feel like opening the sack. He decided to ignore it. Right now, Stu was all that was important.