For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

16.

8th November, 1955

"Macca?" John called through out the house, hearing no reply. Instead, his ears picked up on the loud noise of his record player from that was coming from his room. He smiled at the thought of Paul listening to some of his records, throwing his bag on the ground and running up the stairs. "I'm home, Macca."

"John?" The older boy opened the door, noticing Paul sat at his desk, looking to be writing something.

"Yeah, it's me." He closed the door behind him, walking up to Paul and looking over his shoulders at the piece of paper he was writing on. "What's that?"

"Oh... Just some notes for a uh... A song I was writing, a while back. Had to start new, y'know?"

"What's it called?"

"Yesterday." He handed the sheet to John for him to read.

"I didn't know you wrote, too."

"Just somethin' I did when I was bored I guess." He shrugged.

John read through the lyrics. There was only a chorus and a verse so far, but John still smiled at the lyrics he read.

"I like it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, It's beautiful. You'll have to play it for me when it's done." He handed it back to Paul.

"Aye." Paul nodded.

"Hey, did you say you were bored?"

"Hm?" The younger looked at him strangely.

"Are you bored, Macca?"

"Well... Sort of, I guess. I haven't really had any fresh air in like... A week." The boy chuckled.

John nodded, Paul turning his attention back to his song. The older walked over to the record player, which was still spinning even though the song had ended not too long before. He promised he'd take Paul out and show him the city, so why not do it now?

Well, maybe they wouldn't visit the city just yet, but places around his area, yeah.

And maybe some fresh air would do John good, too. Maybe clearing his head would make it easier for him to write a song for tomorrow, too.2

"Hey, Paulie?" He questioned, putting the record back in its cover and heading for the shelf.

"Hm?" The boy didn't turn his attention away from the desk.

"I told you I'd show you Liverpool, didn't I?" He lifted his head at those words, slowly tuning around.

"Yeah..."

"How about we take a trip out?" John smiled.

Paul took a moment to reply before answering with "Why the hell not?"

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John closed the black door behind them, locking it, before leading the way. He had left a note for Mimi, so that she didn't think they had been kidnapped.

The trip was difficult at first, with Paul finding it hard to move swiftly on his crutches, but he soon got the hang of it. And infact Paul didn't even mind the fact that he was still on crutches, he was just too excited to see what Liverpool used to look like to care.

Sure, he was nervous (mainly about bumping into his grandparents) but that was unlikely, and as long as he kept reminding himself of that, he'd be fine.

"First stop, Penny Lane." John smiled.

"Penny Lane?" Paul questioned, the words catching him off guard even though he had tried to prepare himself for this.