Cruel World

Chapter 3

The party was shit so far. John was literally just standing there spying on George sober up while being adorable and fuckable and ugh... with his asshole boyfriend. While John was on babysitting duty, watching Paul to make sure he wouldn't kill himself or choke on his own vomit.

John was beyond pissed. He was so annoyed, if he hadn't had at least some sense of self control he would have walked right up to Ryan or Richard or whatever the fuck his name is and bashed his stupid little-

So... it was safe to say John was a bit mad at Paul.

He walked Paul upstairs to the master bath so he could have some privacy...

"What are we gonna do with you macca, you stupid twat...." John said soothingly but still annoyed, as he rubbed Paul's back while he hugged the toilet.

"You should know I'm angry with you McCartney... but not angry enough to let you die, just yet,  but you know what I mean- wait why the fuck am I talking to you... you won't remember shit tomorrow. Hell it's like I'm talking to a rock... and- wow I sound like a lunatic... I should just stop-" John's blabbering was interrupted.

"Knock knock...? Oh hey Paul... and," it was George.

"John... hi John..." George smiled while he said his name. John was excited now.

"Hey... George." John said awkwardly.

"What's happened to him? He looks like absolute shit." George said forgetting the reason he was looking for Paul in the first place.

"He's absolutely wasted. What's up... with uh you?" Smooth.

"Oh... uh well uhm hah I don't remember. Can I uh join you? You uhm seem lonely talking to a rock... heh." George scratched the back of his head out of habit while he went over in his head why he made that stupid rock comment.

"Yeah of course... anythings better than... this."

"Cool."

"So how do you know Paul?" John asked.

"Uhm well we met at a bar a while ago and i guess we hit it off. And now we're buddies. How do you know him?" George felt awkward but he found this man attractive so he'd stick around anyways.

"I've know him since high school..."

"Oh nice..." awkward silence....

...

"What happened to your boyfriend...? Uh Ricky-"

"Haha! He's not my boyfriend! Did he tell you that? Oh Lord..." George laughed.

fuck. yes.

John Lennon was ecstatic.

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Author's note, I guess. If I can even call myself an author. I'm sorry if anyone actually likes this (which isn't likely, cause fuck) cause I haven't been consistent at fucking all, like mate, I'm sorry. I think I'll start to try harder. Future tense. For a lot of things. Like shitty writing etc. :) my fuckin apologies.