four walls ☾ george harrison

EPISODE THIRTEEN

"you're not serious.. right?"

it was ten o'clock. at night.

paul and george gave each other a tiny scowl before giving pleading eyes back to a tired eyed violet.

for some odd reason, the two were standing at her door step and bickering for god knows how long. what she did know is that their little conversation was enough to awaken violet, as they were arguing just below her open window.

before she hopped out of bed, she took a peek over to see the familiar haircuts of the two knuckleheads.

"guys... it's just a jersey number.." violet trailed off, recalling she doesn't have an important bit of information. "when is it anyway? you said you'd text pattie but she has tryouts," violet brought up, the boys in front of her both opened their mouths.

"thursday!" they said in unison before looking disgusted at the other, "at five!" they added, "it's an away game!"

they looked at each other in shock, paul wiped the astonished look from his face before pointing back at violet.

george coughed and did the same.

"wear my number!" they shouted, an annoyed grunt coming from paul, who, apparently, was over the whole 'we are thinking the same!' thing that was going on.

"shut up, george! stop fucking talking while im talking!" paul thought aloud, shoving his mate back so he could talk to violet. "vivi, my number fits you better than george's, just wear mine," he pleaded, his signature hazel eyes sparkling in hope.

violet would have to learn how he does that, it was pretty good as a tactic. it really gave him a hurt puppy look, like the ones who you'd see on the pound comercials. maybe if he tells her, she'd be immune to it's powers.

george's slender hand latched onto paul's shoulder, tugging him back an impressive distance for only using one hand, at least. "violet, just wear mine," george sighed, pointing a thumb back at paul who was shoving him to get back in front, "im way less violent, asking you nicely without giving his best friend scoliosis before his match," he shouted, paul continued to dig his fingers into george's back anyway.

george turned around, "that's it, mccartney," he reached around the older boy, trying to dig his fingers into paul's back. paul only continuously tried to push the younger away as he prodded at his friend's back, poking left and right on either side of george's spine.

the two backed up from the front door back to the grassy area on her front lawn, focused on attacking the other.

this was definitely a sight, maybe from afar it would have looked like a tickle fight.. or an aggressive hug. violet snickered at the idea of the two boys sharing an aggressive hug.

from the evidence she collected, paul jabbing his fingers into george's ribcage, it was safe to say paul was winning.

george let out an uncomfortable wheeze of air, drawing in a sharp and pained breath. he doubled over, holding up a finger to paul, who smirked in victory against his younger friend.

she should say something, before paul punctures george's kidney or something worse.

"can't..." she licked her lips slightly, looking between a grinning paul and a hurt george, "i just not wear one?"