Strange Feelings...

Meeting John

Paul sighed and sat down at the old battered desk. This was his last minute of freedom before school officially started. He threw his head down on the desk and groaned.

"You alright, mate?" A voice asked in a mildly amused tone.

Paul raised his head to look at the voice, an oddly gorgeous boy sitting in the desk next to him with wavy auburn hair that reached just below his ears and the softest, most stunning, honey colored eyes Paul had ever seen. "Yeah, I'm fine."

The boy held out a calloused hand, "I'm John. John Lennon." He grinned mischievously.

"Paul McCartney," Paul replied, shaking John's hand and shooting him a small smile, his face heating up.

John looked at Paul with a strange glint in his soft eyes, "Funny, that's my future husband's name."

Paul blinked, a bit confused because John couldn't be much older than Paul. He was still seventeenish. "You're married?"

John winked at him, "Not yet," he said with that mischievous grin and glimmer in his narrow eyes.

Paul blinked at him, what the hell was that supposed to mean? Was John flirting terribly with me? Was there another Paul McCartney somewhere that was engaged to John? John's gay?? The man practically radiates heterosexuality. Life is confusing.

Paul looked over at John, who had his cheek resting on his fist and was staring intently at Paul with a soft smile. Paul stared back at him, confused. Do I have something on my face?

"Mr Lennon, do you know the answer?" The teacher barked suddenly, staring angrily at John.

"Churchill," Paul whispered to the boy.

"Uh, Churchill, sir," John said, pink spreading across his cheeks.

The teacher shifted uncomfortably and turned back around, "Pay attention, Lennon, or I'm going to have to phone your mother."

John rolled his eyes, "I think you're just making an excuse to talk to my mum. She's already married, sir."

Paul tried very hard to stop the laughter bubbling out of him. He failed and ended up snorting loudly. John looked at him and shot him a stunning grin.

"That's it, Lennon!" The teacher all but screamed, his face turning a dark red, "Do you want to be sent to the office on the first day?!"

John lazily inspected his fingernails, "Not especially sir. But I don't think you CAN send me to the office for making one small joke." John looked directly at the teacher, "But, it's your class. I'm not stopping you. Besides, the only good thing about this class is Paul," John winked at Paul. Paul felt his face heat up as several people turned to look at him.

The teacher sighed, defeated by a teenager, "Just don't cause anymore trouble," he pleaded.

John grinned his wonderful grin and put his feet up on his desk. He faced Paul again with the same soft look in his eyes.
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"Hey Paul!" A familiar nasally voice called. Paul looked up from his phone only to see one John Lennon followed by another guy with dark sunglasses over his eyes.

The corner of Paul's lips twitched upward, "Hello John."

"Can me and my friend sit with you? There's nowhere else to go." John smiled his strange smile and jokingly fluttered his eyelashes.

Paul nodded, not wanting to point out that half the cafeteria was open.

John slumped down in the seat directly next to him and scooted his chair as close as possible to Paul.

Sunglasses Boy let out a small breathy laugh as he plopped his tray down.

"I'm Paul," Paul told Sunglasses Boy with a small smile.

"I know, John hasn't shut up about the 'gorgeous boy from history class'," he made air quotes and looked fondly at his friend, who was now pressed against Paul and happily eating a sandwich.

"Shut it, Stu. You don't have to put air quotes around it! It's a fact! Paul is gorgeous, whether you like dudes or chicks or neither or people who don't identify as either," John said, swallowing the last of his sandwich. He looked over at Paul, who was staring at the ground with bright red cheeks.

"Paul! There you are!" Another familiar voice called.

Paul looked up, grateful to see his old friend, "Georgie! What's up?" He scooted away from John and walked up to his friend.

"See John, he's straight as a board! You scared him away," Paul heard Stu whisper to John.

"You were the one who told him I called him gorgeous!" John whispered back.

George sat down at the table right next to Stu. Paul sat next to John to show that there weren't any hard feelings.

"So, Macca, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" George asked, stuffing his face full of crisps.

"This is John, I met him in history, and the bloke in the sunglasses is John's friend Stu," Paul gestured to them, "John, Stu, this is George, he and I have been friends since we were babies." John smiled shortly and insincerely at George before turning to stare at Paul again.

"So, Paul, what music do you like?" John asked, narrowing his eyes even more.

Paul grinned at the prospect of talking about something he loved. He practically bounced as he answered, "I love Rock'n'Roll, the old stuff from the fifties and sixties. Uh, Buddy Holly, the Rolling Stones, Everly Brothers, Little Richard, ELVIS," Paul put a hand over his heart as he said the name of his hero, he looked at John, whose face was lit up and incredibly excited.

"Oh my god!! Paul, I love you. Anyone who listens to the King is automatically my best friend," John said, bouncing up and down excitedly.

Paul decided to ignore John's love confession, "Listen to the King? I don't just listen, Elvis is my world!" Paul sighed and grinned at John. John was staring at him with a soft sort of awestruck expression.

"Sorry Stu, Paul's my new best friend," John told the other boy without breaking eye contact with Paul. Stu just shrugged and carried on talking to George about who knows what.

"Have you got a record player?" Paul asked, staring at John excitedly.

John scoffed, "Of course I have a record player! I have a bunch of The Who, Rolling Stones, Gene Vincent, Eddie Cochrane, Little Richard, Buddy Holly, and I've got nearly everything Elvis has ever made!"

Paul stared at John, an immense feeling of joy swelling in his stomach, "Holy shit!"

John laughed and beamed at Paul, "You should come over after school today so we can talk about how great Elvis is! What's your phone number?" John shoved his phone at Paul, who vigorously typed his number in, his fingers shaking from excitement. "Wait for me at the end of the day!" John told him as the bell rang. Paul shot one last grin at the strange boy before turning to his next class.