1963

"We did it! Our first album! I can't believe it!" Paul jumped up and down and hugged John.

"I will celebrate by making a sandwich." George wandered off on his own. "Hey Paulie, can I tell you something? It's really important, and secret," John whispered. "Um...okay, we can go in the closet if you want." Paul got dragged in there and heard the door shut. Silence.

"John? You there?"

"Yeah. Listen...I've had a lot on my mind lately. Like the band, the record, and...you."

"Me?" He asked. "Yes. I came to realize...I guess...I love you." Paul gasped, then widened his eyes as John somehow found his lips in the darkness. Oddly he...enjoyed it?

"John..." He pulled away. "You-you're married though, and Cyn's pregnant with your child. It would break her heart...I want to, it's just not right to hurt her, and being queer is illegal."

"Is it technically being queer if you're only attracted to one male?"

"I uh, I guess not. Would you really break the law for me?" John put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Of course I would."

"...are you going to break it off with Cynthia?" Paul searched for his eyes in the darkness. "I guess I have to. I feel really bad about it. Don't get me wrong, I still love her, just...I love her in a different way than I do you."

"I'm going to say that's probably good, right?"

"Right. Let's get out before someone wonders where we are." They stepped out, luckily not seeing anyone in the room. John picked up the telephone and dialed quickly. "Hello, Cyn? Yeah, it's out, it's great! But...we need to talk. I don't think this is working out. I'm sorry, I think we should get a divorce." He held the phone away from his ear. "What's she screaming about?" Paul asked. "She's calling me every name in the book."

"Ouch."

"Look, I'm sorry. I just don't love you anymore, it wasn't anything you did. No there's no one else! Goodbye." John grimaced after he hung up. "That was easier said than done.."

"Hey, you still need to make the separation official."

"Right, but it doesn't mean I can't do this..." Forgetting they could be seen, he kissed the younger softly. Ringo walked in at that exact moment, He promptly dropped his drumsticks on the ground, making a clattering noise. The couple jumped apart. "Oh, hey guys. I'm gonna, uh, go help George with a song..." He slowly backed out.

"Well shit," John muttered.