For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

3.

2nd November, 1963

"Paul? You in here?" John asked, peeking his head through the door. "There you are."

Paul was glad when he walked into the room, sighing in relief that the boy was back.

"John..." He said with a smile.

"You alright?"

"B-Better. Leg's in a cast now."

"Good. Are you hungry?"

He was starving. The only thing that had been feeding him were tubes for the last two days, and he really needed some proper food. Sure, maybe sweets weren't the best choice for 'proper food', but Paul was so hungry he could eat anything, apart from something from a tube.

"Yeah..."

"Good, 'cos I got you some sweets from the shop near school." John grinned.

"Thank you, John. That was kind." Paul smiled, taking the bag of sweets from him with shaky hands.

"Thought you could do with cheerin' up too, seeing as though we can't trace your family." He sighed. "I'm sorry..."

It wasn't John's fault, it wasn't Mimi's either.

"It's not your fault. I... I haven't seen them in a while anyway."

Sticking to one lie surely couldn't hurt, could it?

"What do you mean?"

"I uh... I haven't seen them in a while. My mum, she... She passed."

That wasn't a lie atleast.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Paul..." He frowned.

"Again, it's- it's not your fault."

The room was silent for a few seconds, before John cleared his throat.

"So did you... Did you run away?"

From the hospital. Like an idiot.

"Yes." He slightly nodded, finding it didn't hurt as much as the day before. "But I don't really remember anythin' else." He added, fast, before John could ask more questions.

"Oh..."

"Hey boys." Mimi spoke, out of breath almost, as she quickly walked into the room with Paul's clothes. "How was school, John?"

"Alright."

"Okay well could you just take these please, love?" John nodded, taking the clothes from her arms and walking back to his seat. "Right I'll be back soon."

And with that, it was just John and Paul once again, alone.

"Do you want me to go through them for you?"

"Yes please, if you don't mind..."

"Of course not." John's smile reappeared, as bright as it was when he first entered the room. "I'm here until half 5 anyway."

"Why do you come here?"

"Well, Mimi doesn't trust me home alone ever since I set the house on fire, so-"

He did what?!

"You set the fuckin' house on fire?" Paul exclaimed, not being able to hold back on his slight chuckle.

"No I'm only messin' with you." He smirked, reaching over for the bag of sweets to open them as he noticed Paul's hands were too shaky to do so. "Not lyin' about the Mimi not trustin' me though."

"What did you do that could possibly be so bad?"

"Well, me and my friend Stuart went back to my house one day to listen to my new Elvis record, and I may have forgot to shut the back door. That resulted in three cats coming into the house and scratchin' up Mimi's living room rug and smashin' her favourite vase, scratchin' the sofa ect..."