THIS IS MY FIRST MCLENNON FANFICTION, I HOPE IT GOES WELL!
JOHN POV 1966
Today was a big day. Today, the Beatles were going to take a long, deserved break in London. We had been writing for days upon bloody days, I couldn't wait for this trip.
"Oh finally, John's here. We can get going." I heard George say as I arrived at the train station
"Sorry guys, I've been getting ready." I claimed.
"We gave you ages to pack! Bloody hell John…"
I saw Paul awkwardly shuffling his feet a few feet away, next to Ringo, who was eyeing him intently. I made my way and pulled him aside, m
"Did you tell 'em?"
Paul rolled his eyes. "If I did, we'd be hearing the word 'queer' thrown at us."
"You didn't have the nerves, did you?"
"I bet you don't either."
I tried my best to console him. "Look, they don't know yet, but soon we'll tell 'em. And they'll understand."
Pretty sure no one was looking; I grabbed his hands in mine.
"I sure hope they will…" Paul said.
"Aye men, the train's boarding!" Ringo yelled. Paul and I came to our senses and hoped that nobody had seen what had happened.
"We'll see if we can tell them on the trip, ok?"
"Ok, that seems fair."
Paul and I were the last to board the train, entering the 'lounging' car with the rest of the mates.
"Well," Ringo said in an imitation 'gentlemen' voice, "I have to give my compliments to the nice man who took our bags."
"And I have to eat… something." George nudged Ringo and they headed off to the dining car.
Leaving Paul and I alone in the lounging car.
At that moment, we knew our secret was out.
CHAPTER TWO TO COME!
SORRY IF IT'S TOTAL CRAPOLLA, I'M A ROOKY.
PLUS, THIS IS JUST A FORWARD, SO…
I MEAN
CHAPTER ONE TO COME!