Living a Double Life (McLennon)

Chapter 12

*John POV*

"But why?" I asked.

"We need him focused on us. Not you." Jerry said in a deep voice.

"He does everything you say." I said with slight aggravation in my voice.

"He does but he's not focused as much. He's been late on his posts and he completely forgot to post today. Not to mention a majority of his posts have been about you two hanging out." Jerry scoffs. "I will set you a deal though."

"I don't make deals with the devil." I growled. "You can't just call me, tell me to never speak to Paul again, and then expected me to listen to what you have to say."

"We've seen you two walking around together and your interactions on Paul's posts." Jerry said, completely ignoring everything I had just said. "The fans seem to love you, the girls think you're cute, if you won't leave Paul alone we need you apart of our team."

I didn't have a comeback so I kept listening.

"It makes a lot of money per year, popularity boost, new clothes, and all you have to do is take a few photos with Paul every Saturday and post them throughout the week. Simple as that." Jerry spoke.

"You have one day to let us know. If you don't respond to me with a yes by tomorrow at 11:59pm. We'll make sure you ever speak, nor look at Mr. McCartney again."

There was then a short pause until he spoke once more. "Oh, and if you tell anyone about this little deal. There will be trouble." Jerry said before hanging up.

I put the phone back where it goes and walked slowly through the living room where Mimi was sitting.

"Oh what did that young man want?" Mimi asked me.

"He just wanted to offer me a modeling job with Paul." I said blankly.

"Oh my! That's wonderful John. You should definitely take that opportunity!" She said excitedly.

"Yeah sure" I mumbled before walking slowly up the steps to my room.

I opened the door and turned my light on. One look at Paul's guitar case on the ground and I was sobbing.

I don't want to leave him but this Jerry guy seems like a scammer who's going to kill me or something. I thought while I cried on my pillow until it was soaked with tears.

I will admit, I'm scared of what's to come.

*Paul's POV*

"Goodnight John, I hope to see you tomorrow" -Paul

I sent a goodnight message to John over 15 minutes ago and he still hasn't read it. It's only 10pm so I know he hasn't fallen asleep yet, I hope he's alright. I thought as I curled up in my bed and put my phone on the nightstand with the ringer on so I would hear if John texts me.

I got as comfortable as I could and closed my eyes to sleep. It took a few minutes but I finally started drifting off to sleep, that was until my phone gave me the notification sound. I quickly opened my eyes and grabbed my phone. It was just an app notification. I clicked on John's name and read the message again and where it had said delivered. There's no way he didn't get it. I thought to myself.

I decided to let it go and go to sleep. I'll talk to him tomorrow.

*John's POV*

I saw Paul's notification but I couldn't open it, not until my mind was thinking right. I don't want to accidentally tell him what happened. I hated to do it but I put my phone on my nightstand with the ringer off so I wouldn't get the temptation to message him.

I rolled over in my bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.

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The next morning
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*Paul's POV*

When I woke up I sat up and frantically grabbed my phone. There was no response but it said John had read my message.

"Hm? Maybe he didn't want to text me and risk waking me up" I said out loud to myself.

I looked at the clock and saw it half past 8. I woke up a tad bit earlier today than I usually do, not much though.

"Paul!" I heard my dad shout up to me.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I wonder what he wants?

I got out of bed and ran downstairs.

"This was left on the porch for you" my dad said and handed me my guitar case.

"What? Where's John?" I asked and took my guitar case from my dad. "We were supposed to meet up today so I could get it." I said sadly.

"I'm not sure son, why don't you give him a call?" My dad suggested.

"Yeah I guess I'll try that." I sulked all the way up to my room.

I got my phone off my bed and dialed John's number. It rang a few times before getting sent to voicemail.

"Um hey John, I uh got my guitar from the porch. What happened to hanging out today? Could you please text me? Thanks" I said into the phone and hung up.

I looked sadly at the floor and decided to text someone I hadn't talked to in a few days.

"Hey, are you working?" -Paul

After a few seconds the message said read and then typing.

"Yeah but I get off in 'bout half an hour." -Ringo

"Could we catch up and talk?" -Paul

Again I waited a few seconds and got another response.

"Of course! If you want to head this way maybe I can get off early" -Ringo

"On my way" -Paul

I looked at the messages and was glad I got Ringos phone number a week or two ago. He's always there to help me when I need it. I smiled and jumped off my bed and got dressed. I had to wear my nicest outfit because I had to do my live stream later and Jerry always watches them to make sure I'm behaving.

When I was all ready I put my phone and wallet in my back pocket and said bye to my dad. I could tell he was happy I was actually starting to hang out with people.

I headed to the Café fairly quickly and before I knew it I was there. I walked through the door and was greeted from a happy Ringo behind the register.

"Hi Paul!" Ringo said happily.

"Hey Ringo" I laughed and sat on a bar stool.

"So what's goin on?" Ringo asked.

"I'm just worried about John" I looked at the table. "He hasn't been returning my texts or calls and he dropped my guitar off on my porch instead of giving it back to me in person."

"Well why don't you ask him what's going on?" Ringo said.

"Because I just said he won't return my messages." I looked at him.

"No he's sitting right over there" Ringo pointed over my shoulder to the booth John and I sat at the first time we came here.

I looked over and made direct eye contact with John.

"Oh uh hey Paul" John smiled shyly at me.