Always and Forever

My Precious Paul

John sighed.

"John, I told you not to do that!" Paul yelled at him.

John shook his head, annoyed.

"Paul, if I want to hang out with other people for a couple days, then I can! Just because we're in a relationship doesn't mean that I have to be with you all the time."

"Well, you can at least keep yourself from getting carried away with, oh, two birds?"

"Okay, so I kissed them, so what?"

Paul grunted, his anger getting stronger.

He was thankful that there was no one nearby to hear them.

"If that's what you want, then why don't you just leave me?" he yelled.

John's features became calm.

"Paul, you know I love ya," he said, walked towards him.

He wrapped an arm around the younger man, who flinched at first.

"Yeah, well, it certainly doesn't feel like it sometimes..." Paul quietly said, looking away from John.

John hugged him.

"Come on, Paul," John said into his ear, "I know ya love me too."

Paul returned the gesture, mood lightening up in the process.

"You're right, John. But..."

"Yeah, Macca?" 

"If you want this relationship to be smooth," Paul pulled back slightly to look John in the eyes, "you need to change."

John chuckled, placing a hand in Paul's hair.

"Aw, Macca, don't worry about that."

He looked Paul in the eyes. As the sun lowered over the horizon, the sky turned into a display of colours.

For a place like Pepperland, John would expect nothing less.

Putting on a soft smile, he spoke.

"We'll be fine."

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"So... anything written in this book is... a spell?" George asked.

Jeremy held a small purple book in his hands.

"Apparently so, George," Ringo responded.

The light from the morning sun made it rather easy to see what the writing said.

"It certainly is, lads," Jeremy said, addressing the two Beatles, "just don't read them out loud, for they may make some people mad, so it isn't allowed."

Ringo smiled. He always wondered why Jeremy spoke in rhyme. For the two weeks he spent in Pepperland, he had rarely heard the little lad break his tradition. Still, he loved Jeremy's phrases.

"Some of them are nice, but don't make me tell you twice."

George crossed his arms, smirking.

'That little Jeremy is just too smart for his own good," He thought.

Just then, the sound of two people approaching was heard.

"Hey lads!" Paul said, raising his hand.

"Oh, hi Paul," Ringo said, reaching out his hand to Paul. They shook hands.

"So, hangin' out with Jeremy, I see," John said.

"What's the book ya got there, another story?" He asked, looking down at Jeremy.