Distance- A Beatles/Lennison Fanfic

Chapter thirty- incoming call

The days felt like they were slipping away you see, seconds, minutes, hours. They were all molded into just despair. They were failing and doing worse than being in the relationship, at least when they were dating they had texts and calls to look forward to from each other but they hadn't messaged or talked ever since. They both wanted to, they both really did but they just didn't know how.

George was overthinking all of this in the middle of math class, he managed to get into class yes but that doesn't mean he wasn't late (a standard thing now) he only got out of the daze by a poking on the side of his ribs "George..George..George" George rolled his eyes to the annoying voice he could hear, he rolled his eyes and lazily looked over to Pattie "yes?" "do you know the question to the fourth one?" George looked at her confused "why are you asking me?" "because..I don't know..thought you might know." he only let out a sigh, he couldn't be bothered to argue and looked down at the sheet of paper they were given "you divide the factored number" "thanks!" she replied calmly and normally, making him even more confused yet continued with his own work. 

It was another ten minutes before Pattie had spoken up to him "soo, how you been?" "fine. you?" Pattie frowned, George wasn't fine "I've been good..sure you are doing fine?" "why do you fucking care?" George snapped yet regretted it as soon he looked over Pattie's face which was clearly hurt "Pattie I'm-" "no. no, it's fine, I'm stupid to think you would be willing to have a normal conversation with me" a silence fell upon them. The end of lesson bell ringing loudly, everyone packing up their stuff "well, stay safe Geo" Pattie said softly and being the first one to leave the classroom. Was Pattie actually trying to be nice? is it an act? god knows just another thing to add to the list to overthink.

Meanwhile, in Edinburgh, John was really debating on texting George, heck or even calling. He really fucking missed the little scouser, but if he did call he knew that he would just break down and gush a thought too many, he let out a groan. "Stop thinking of the negative, call him" Ringo said from beside the groaning boy "but Ringo-" "do you want him back or not Lennon?" Lennon, Lennon, George always called John, Lennon. "I mean..yes..but" so give it a try," Ringo said and reassured, "it's not too soon?" "I mean it's been a week, seems an alright amount of time" John nodded and finally plucked up the courage to call the younger

"Ring Ring..Ring Ring..."

After each ring, his chest would tighten more, hoping and praying for this call, yet a call that meant so much.

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Ring a ding ding