Paul had always looked up to the most intimidating teddy boy in town, John Lennon. They were best friends, band mates, and maybe even a little more in time. When John is grieving over Julia's death, Paul realizes that maybe there's another side to him, a softer side. All he wants to do is help, but will this lead to more problems for the both of them?

John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I love someone to such intensity. I love you. I love you. I love you." Paul smiled. Because it was exactly what he needed to hear to put his brain at ease. "I know....I love you, too."