A Short McLennon OneShot

A McLennon AU

"Lennon." The younger boy hissed. "Shut up, we’re not supposed to talk."

Lennon, that being John Lennon, laughed and crossed his arms that combined with his grin and crossed legs over the back the chair in front of him depicted Lennon as a ‘bad boy’. He had the look down, slicked back hair, black leather.

Paul scoffed at the try hard.

"Don’t be a baby Macca me boy, what’s gonna happen? He’s gonna punish us? News flash: we’re already in detention." John flashed a grin at Paul.

The teacher that was supposed to watch them had left the room, Paul had glared at the door for several minutes before John began to talk to him. Although ‘talking’ wasn’t the right term, ‘flirting’ would be more appropriate.

It annoyed Paul that he and Lennon were the only people in detention.

"We’ll get in more trouble." Replied Paul cooley.

"I think you’re lookin’ for a bit of trouble McCartney."

The tone of John’s voice made Paul flush slightly and shift his position, he coughed and tried to turn his head towards John lest he be trapped by that grin.

"Don’t get shy." John teased almost affectionately.

"Don’t flirt with me then."

"I make you shy?"

Paul’s blush darkened.

"Oh I do." John laughed, the sound rang in Paul’s ears and it wasn’t gloating or mean, It simply sounded astounded and a little happy.

"Shut up."

"Hey, look at me while I’m flirting with you." John whined. He pouted and stared at Paul. "You’re rude you know."

Paul rolled his eyes.

"I’m sorry you’re not used to people not flirting with you."

"I don’t just flirt with anyone." John defended slightly.

"Really." Paul muttered skeptically.

"Only the pretty ones." John offered.

Paul couldn’t muster up a reply.

"Which you are." John continued. "That’s why I said that. I was alluding to the fact that I think you’re-"

"I get it." Paul interrupted. A happy kind of breathless laugh escaped his lips before He could stop him.

John grinned.

"Why you in detention?" John changed the subject.

Paul was surprised at how sudden he did that.

"Some guy, Ritter was his name, tried to beat up my friend. I hit him, he hit me." Paul pointed to the rather large bruise on his cheek, all dark purple. It stood out against his perfect white skin, made his hazel eyes shine in an odd way. "I’ve now got detention."

John stared at Paul for quite a while, Paul stared back and it looked as though John was surprised by how long the other boy held eye contact for.

"You’re both free to go."

An older male voice shocked both boys into the real world, their heads snapped towards the door and stared at Mr. Martin with wide eyes. He, Mr. Martin that is, was fighting back a smile at their shock.

The boys gathered their stuff and walked past Martin eagerly.

Paul smiled shyly while John grinned and winked stating he’d see the man tomorrow, ‘same time, same place’, Paul rolled his eyes at that (being surprised at the affection that came with the action).

"Hey." Paul called out when they were about to part ways. "You never told me why you were in detention."

John grinned, his eyes sparked up and his shoulders straightened almost proudly as if he had been waiting for that moment.

"Some fucker hit this guy I really fancy, gave him a nasty bruise, I hit him back. He deserved it, don’t ya reckon?"

John flashed one last grin at Paul’s shocked face and walked away. His hands in his pockets, his shoulders back to slumped but there was a spring in his step.

Paul face broke out in a smile. Small chuckles fell out and by the time he began to walk towards his house he was laughing. His sides and cheeks hurt but he didn’t stop. His face was red and happy and his eyes were shinning and there was a spring in his step and a happiness in his laughter that not even his father’s disappointed face could break.