Yer Blues

in the moonlight

It had been a few days and John found himself thinking about Paul a lot.

Paul.
Paul McCartney.
Princess.
Princess Paul.

There was something about the boy he really admired, but he didn't know why and what it was.

He also remembered writing down his number on the pack of cigarettes and giving it to Paul. He smacked himself mentally for that. What a stupid move! Paul was nice and all but giving his number seemed a bit unusual, didn't it?

John was writing when the phone rang. He looked up at it but decided to ignore it.

He needed to concentrate.

After a few minutes it rang again, he groaned and walked over to it.

"'Ello?" he asked annoyed wondering who the hell was calling him right now.

"Er- John? It's Paul," the lad replied stuttering a bit. John's annoyance got away at once and smirked, Paul did notice his number.

"Why ye callin' Princess?" the lad quizzed leaning against the wall, unconsciously smiling widely

"Er- I thought I could buy ye a new pack of cigarettes, cuz ye gave me yer old one y'know," Paul replied, John could hear his voice tremble a bit and grinned at that.

"Okay, were d'ye wanna meet?" John quizzed.

"Er- at the park," Paul stuttered back.

"See ye there," John responded before hanging up the phone, he was quite eager to see Paul again.

When John arrived at the park, he saw Paul sit on a bench. The younger lad looked up at John and smiled a bit as he walked over to him.

"Here ye go," Paul said handing John a small box, it was a new pack of cigarettes. John grinned and took the new pack.

They sat down at the bench.

"What we gonna do?" John asked lighting a cigarette.

"Dunno," Paul shrugged. It went silent for a few seconds both lads staring into the distance.

"Ye practiced?" John suddenly asked handing Paul his cigarette, he grabbed it and pulled some smoke in his mouth, held it in for a bit and puffed it out right onto John's face giving him a daring look.

John grinned, "Impressive," he replied as Paul gave him back the cigarette.

The lads sat in silence for a few minutes sharing the cigarette when John suddenly got up.

"let's get a drink," he said making Paul look at him with doubt.

"Oh c'mon," John whined taking Paul's hand and lifting him from the bench.

"Were not gettin' too drunk okay?" Paul replied pointing at John who nodded in return before walking away to find a bar. Paul grinned as he ran after John to catch up with him.

Idiot.

It had been a couple of hours and the lads were chugging their beers inside a small pub near the park.

"Ey, ey Paul," John blurted out when he finished his beer. He was extremely drunk.

Paul gazed at him also looking quite drunk. "Wassup John," he replied giving him the 'finger-guns'.

"Ye wanna get out of 'ere? I'm booored," he whined making Paul grin a little. The lad nodded in return and lied down some money hoping it would be enough for all the drinks they ordered.

As soon as they left the pub John started singing softly. Paul was surprised, he could sing quite good.

"A well'a bless my soul."