When John came back from the loo he let out a laugh, noticing Paul's zoned out expression, making Paul snap out of it.
"You okay, Macca?",he asked with his soon to be "famous John Lennon" smile.
"Yeah.", Paul said and looked around trying not to stare at the topless man in front of him, god knows what that would do to him. Soon after they got dressed,brushed their teeth,and had some breakfast that Paul's dad had made. A little later they had left Paul's house and began their journey. They both had their precious guitars on their backs covered in leather on a hot Liverpool day. They walked till they got near a cemetery in which they would hang out occasionally. Paul's feminine side came out and he began to worry bout his hair as he found a place where he and his "Johnny" could cool off.
"Fuckin' hot isn't it?", John asked peeling of his jacket exposing the now white tight fitted t-shirt and catching Paul's eye.
"Mmhm.",Paul said nodding his head , while his eyes adverted to John's shirt , but the thing was that his "mmhmm" didn't sound like an answer more like a sexual noise and this caught John's attention.
"Did you just moan?... Man Macca anything can make you randy." He questioned then giggled. Paul by now had turn red, embarrassed that he let his curious side come out, then cleared his throat and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Sod off". This made John laugh as if he had gone mad but Paul knew he had to do something now not later because this was getting out of hand.
((Ooh, well chapter 3 is up loves..... something tells me something's gonna happen soon, hope y'all enjoy and "Nice" Comments))
