1963
"Bloody hell," John sighed. The young musician had realized he had feelings for his best friend Paul, and it scared him very badly. "I can't do this. He doesn't like me like that, he'd rather be with some bird. He deserves better..."
"What are you doing? It's four in the morning..." George walked into the room while rubbing his eyes from sleepiness. "Nothing," John whispered. His friend might laugh t him, or even call him queer.
"It didn't sound like nothing, I heard you." Ignoring the look of embarrassment and surprise on his face, he continued. "Look, do you want to know a secret? I, uh...I love Ringo..." John snorted. "I so totally called it."
"Shut up. What I want you to do is write him a song or something, you know? Maybe that would work."
"You're right! It should be called...uh..." He thought for a moment. "That's it! Do You Want To Know A Secret! Thanks, George! Good luck with Rings!" George went back to bed with a smile, but John stayed up the rest of the night, thinking up new ideas and lyrics. As the sun rose at the start of a new day, he was finished. Exhausted, but finished. It could wait. He crawled into bed, finally able to sleep.
A few hours later, he awoke to Paul looking really happy. "Wakey wakey, Johnny Boy!" John sighed, trying to hide his slight blush. He was so cute sometimes. Scratch that, all the time.
"Go away...I didn't get any sleep, I was writing a song really late..." He pulled the covers over himself. "A new song?! I wanna hear it! I wanna hear it! Now!" Paul tugged at the blanket, and fell over. "Fine...but only because I love you..." He whispered the last part. Slinging the guitar over his shoulder, John stood up while looking at the slightly younger man. He sighed softly, knowing this was it. Then he started to play.
"You'll never know
How much I really love you
You'll never know
How much I really care
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell, whoa, oh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, ooh..."
John got a little closer, but Paul didn't seem to notice. He had and encouraging smile on his face, the only thing that pushed him to continue.
"Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell, whoa, oh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, ooh
I've known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows, just we two
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell, whoa, oh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear..."
He whispered the last line to him tenderly.
"I'm in love with you, ooh, ooh..."
Paul looked slightly surprised, but as he tried to speak, something collided with his lips. It was John. His eyes popped open, then slowly closed as he melted into the kiss. After an eternity, they pulled away. "I'm in love with you too," Paul whispered.
George and Ringo quietly peeked through a crack in the door. "Queers," Ringo joked.
"Shut up," George growled, kissing his forehead gently.