To Those Who Don't Belong

14

Paul's POV
I woke up to nothing beside me. I lay sprawled out on the wrinkled and sweat filled sheets.

I didn't want to get up. But, I needed to ask John something.

I got up and threw on a pair of tight jeans and an Elvis t-shirt. I then quietly crept out to the kitchen finding John sitting on the couch watching Monty Python re-runs.

"John?" He looked up at me and stood up slowly.

"What?" He circled me and then stopped right in front of me, "is something wrong?"

"Am I just a good shag to you?"

His mouth hung open, "Paul we only met yesterday."

"Oh, so I am just a good shag. A hot night to walk away from in the morning," I stared down at my feet.

"No Paul, we only met yesterday, but I wouldn't mind getting to know you more. How about coffee? We could go to NEMS, that vintage record store and café," he held onto my shoulders as I avoided his face.

"Sure," was all I could say in a monotone voice.

John, John. Troubled John. Selfish John.