My Little Flower Princess (A McLennon FanFiction)

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Paul's POV

Unfortunately, I hadn't seen John after school, so I decided to find him first thing in the morning. I couldn't wait to talk to him about what I found in his journal. I kept my bag close as I entered my house. John's journal was in there, and I didn't want just anyone reading it. The thought of John made me blush.
I can't believe he feels the same way...!
The sitting room looked empty, but as I went down the hall, I heard sounds from my dad's bedroom. I pressed my ear to the door.

"Oh Jim! Harder!"

I cursed under my breath. Dad had brought home another whore.
A bit early in the day for a quickie, innit?
I sighed and went up to my room. Dad was always bringing girls over. He'd have his way with them, they'd usually have a beer or two, then she'd leave.
What would mom think about this... let it be I guess. Let it be. It'll be okay. Most people go through worse. Focus on how they might feel, and let your own issues be... right?
I heard a pounding knock on my door. I stuffed my bag beneath my bed quickly.
"U-Uh come in!" I called.
My dad opened the door, a thin woman with a tight dress clinging to his sides.
Weird. He never knocks.
"Where were you last night, boy?" My dad asked, him and the awful woman stepping into my room.
Weird. He never really cares where I go.
"Erm I stayed with John last night, dad. Sorry I didn't call. I forgot."
"Well, remember next time, James. Had me worried sick, you did." Dad grumbled, sitting on my bed.
Oh god... please don't look under the bed...
I bit my lip out of nerves.
"Yes, sir." I mumbled.
The woman walked toward me, twirling her frizzy blonde hair on her finger.
"James eh? Ya know Jim, I might just trade you in for the newer model. Awe Jamesie, you've got a little bruise!" She mused, grabbing my chin, her other finger on her free hand tracing over my swollen eye.

I winced and quickly pushed her hands away, eyes wide.
"D-Don't touch me. Please."
My dad stood from the bed and walked to us, thank god, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Be polite, James. Let's go on, Jenny."
I watched with hatred in my eyes as they walked out, not even closing the door.
How the hell am I supposed to let this be, mum?
I slammed my door and quickly locked it. I sat down on the floor and put my face in my hands.
"Let it be, eh mum? It was much easier to do that when you were here..."
Yesterday came to mind. Everything was so much easier then. Oh how I long for yesterday.
That'd be a good song...
I sighed softly and pulled my bag out from underneath my bed, pulling out my song writing notebook. My hand brushed against John's journal.
John...
The thought of him brought a smile to my lips.
I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Johnny boy. You always know how to make everything better...
I felt myself tear up a bit. What if everything in that notebook was one big joke?
What if those jerks who beat my ass put all this together so I'd make a fool of myself in front of John?
I quickly tossed the journal back into my bag and focused on the song I was writing, tears falling onto the pages occasionally, smearing the ink.

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John's POV

"Shit shit shit shit! Where is it!" I mumbled in a panic as I dumped out my bag, all my school books falling to the floor of my bedroom.
Where the FUCK is it?!"
I ran to my desk, nearly tripping over all my books, and dug through the drawers. Nothing.
I put my face in my hands and groaned loudly.
"FUCK!" I shouted in defeat as I slammed myself back on my bed.

"Language, John!" I heard Mimi shout from down stairs, but at the moment I couldn't be any less interested in what she had to say. I felt tears sting the back of my eyes.
Anyone could have it. Anyone. Stu. Pete. Cynthia. Jane. Linda. George. Paul...
Tears began streaming down my face as his name came to mind.
If- no. When he finds out about what's in that book, he'll hate me. He'll want nothing to do with me. My life is over.
Paul...
His name rang in my head like a song.
I've got no chance with him. He'll arrive at school tomorrow and all the rumors will be spreading like wildfire. I could pack my bags. I could leave now and never come back.
I considered that option for a few moments, but I decided against it.
I'm no coward. Just stay home tomorrow, that's the best I can do. It's not like anyone would want to see me there anyway.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes. There was nothing I could do. Nothing would make this better. The only person who knew I liked Paul was Ringo, and there was nothing he'd be able to do to quiet those rumors. He was tiny, couldn't fight. I was completely alone.
I pulled the bed covers over my shaking frame and closed my eyes, tears falling onto my pillow occasionally.

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Sorry if this isn't too good, I've been struggling with writers block on this story 👉👈