This is my first fanfic! Enjoy
John was sitting on his cornflake. Waiting for the van to come. Only it didn't. He couldn't see cleary but a figure that looked like Paul appeared him. The figure proceeded to sit on his lap and srtoke his hair.
"It's alright, my darling. Let me take you down." His voice sounded like Paul's too.
The colors were everywhere. George kept playing his sitar while Ringo painted sexy birdies hiding up in a tree. Their boobs were not boobs but apples. The Paul figure kept tasselling his hair.
"Let me kiss you." He whispered.
So, John let him. His lips were prefect. Their bodies were one. It all made sense now. The universe kept moving. Cynthia…. Oh Cynthia. A clip of him beating her played over and over in his head. She screamed for him to stop but he was too drunk to listen.
"Why did I hurt her?" John cried.
" You were a angry young man," Paul explained," But now you're not, calm down baby, calm down."
Their kissing turned into more. Touching , ripping off clothes. John knew this was right. It was right since the first time they met. No can deny their love. No one… no one….
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John woke in his bed. His head was pounding and his stomach was cramping.
"Man, what was I on?" he mumbled to himself, "That was on hell of a trip."
He rolled over in his bed, only to see Paul sleeping on the