Fools on the Hill ~ A McLennon Fanfiction

Trip to Beechwood Park

It was getting late and Paul was feeling frustrated. He put his guitar down and tried to get some sleep. That night he had a dream about John, of course.

Paul and John were sitting on the ground at Beechwood Park. The weather was beautiful, and so were the flowers blooming in the grass.

John said, "Paul there's something I have to ask you."

"Yes?"

Paul could not bear the feeling of anxiousness, as he was waiting for John to confess that he had feelings too.

"Will you go on an lsd trip with me?"

Paul was a bit disappointed, yet excited.

"Sounds like a date." Paul replied.

John pulled the drug out of his pocket and passed it to Paul.

"On a count of 3."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

They stretched their hands behind their heads and layed down in the cool, green grass waiting for the drug to take its effect.

Within a few minutes, the sky above John began swirling. He looked over to Paul, whose face was also swirling. John made an attempt to stand up. He fell right back down and started giggling.

On the other hand, Paul was too serious for anything. He did not take the lsd, but faked it.  While John was rolling around in the grass screaming, Paul needed to come up with a plan, fast. Should he tell John about his feelings when he's tripping?

Paul pulled a small portable mirror out of his pocket and some Maccaline eyeliner. He applied it to himself, then went over to John. He drew a pronostache on John's face. That idiot didn't even notice.

"Paulie help me up!"

Paul offered John his hand. John had a tight hold on the hand, and that's the way Paul liked it.

"Wow I just noticed how dizzy I am! Look at the rainbow Paul! Isn't it pretty? No sir I don't want your money!" John began babbeling. Yet again, he plummeted to the ground.

Paul decided he may as well tell him, he was too high to probably even remember.

"John..." He nervously started. "I love you," he just barely got out in a croak.

John's eyes widened and he smiled, yet before John was able to reply, Paul woke up, and upon realizing it was a dream, he immediately felt a little depressed. But he also realized his fantasies of being with John were all just crazy dreams, and they would not happen. He sighed to himself, wishing it could be different, but knowing John couldn't ever feel that way.

Paul got out of bed, still having tired eyes. He had just barely made it to his kitchen when he heard a knock on the door.

He yawned before he answered the door. His heart leaped; it was John.