Second Verse

Second Verse Part 1

By: McLennonForever12

Summary: John writes to Paul, pleading for a chance to write the second verse of their song after years of silence.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles, or the story. But really liked it and considering the author deleted the story I decided to post it so enjoy :)


The Second Verse

Dear Paul,

Do you remember June 8, 1962? Not as your twentieth birthday, but for something else? I do. And I think about it often, so often that I can relive it second for second. You know what? I think you may have forgotten, as I recall you were drunk on that particular evening. But it didn't matter for me.

In case you can't seem to find that memory, that little tiny corner of your mind, I'll remind you.

We were sitting behind your house, on those disgusting lawn chairs your parents bought you as a house warming gift, chain smoking and drinking some of your fancy birthday champagne. As we were passing the bottle between the two of use, we talked. You told me about how much you couldn't wait to get married, how much you wanted to be important and loved to somebody. What you didn't know was that I'd been in love with you for a while. You had no clue, none.

I told you I knew that you'd find somebody someday. I promised that you would have a wife and a whole household of children to look after. Thankfully, you've gotten that and much more.

But that night, something changed, something grew. I remember that I
reached out and brushed your cheek, caressed your soft skin. You blushed, as I recall, and looked away. I'm chuckling right now as I think about how many times I've made you blush, you obsessive blusher. After I drew back, you looked over at me, your hazel eyes filled with hunger. You placed the nearly empty bottle on the ratty table, with that hideous tablecloth you insisted was fab, and kissed me. I was surprised, and shocked. I had no idea what brought you to do that, but I didn't care. My wildest dream had just came true, and I wasn't going to let my mind ruin it. But that was only the beginning, the first of hundreds of kisses to come.

I don't really know what tore us apart, nor how we let it happen. Whether it was Yoko, or the band, or what, I'll never know for sure. All I know is that it shouldn't have even crossed our minds. We were so in love, how did this happen? How? Do you know what I did when you married Linda? I cried for months. If you married her, then you were over me. I wasn't, and still aren't, ready to accept that you've given up on us.

Have you guessed the reason for this letter yet? No? Well, Macca, you've gotten stupider. I'm trying to say please come back to me, Paul. I know that we're both married, I know that we both have children now. The two of us can make this work, trust me. Sean would love to have siblings, and I'm sure that Heather and Stella would like a baby brother. We could buy a cottage back in Liverpool, and send the kids to our old schools. While they're off, we can start our own band with just us. Finally, we could play the music we always wanted to, and not have to cater to anybody else's tastes. Think about how amazing that would be, how happy we'd be together again.

I love you. Don't you forget it.

Always,
John

P.S. I still have my ring. It's not too late.

Paul folded the letter carefully, sure to not rip the thin paper. He stood up and slowly walked over to his tall dresser that leaned against the far wall of the bedroom. Opening the bottom drawer, he sifted through the old tee-shirts to the very back corner. His hand pulled out his prize, a hard reminder of a previous chapter in his life.

Shining in its golden glory, a ring glistened in his large hand. The engraving on the simple, thick band still looked fresh and new, as if it had just been carved into the metal. The words brought tears to the bassist's eyes, stinging and salty: Same song, but this time let's move to the second verse.

The next morning, Paul tossed all his clothes into his leather suitcase and boarded the earliest flight to New York. On his left hand, a single band circled his ring finger: His engagement ring to John Lennon, given all those years ago.