"Paul...?"
John looked at the person sitting on the bed with his hands in his face.
Paul looked up. John noticed that his eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"Paul..."
John rushed over to the bed. He pulled Paul up and started hugged him.
Paul was reluctant for a moment but hugged him back.
Paul started crying in his shoulder. John was rubbing his back, in a comforting manner.
"Paul...what's the matter..."
Paul sniffed.
"It's me mum... I never stop thinking about her..." Paul said through cries.
John hugged him tighter.
"It's okay...I feel the same way..."
"I wish I could have done something..."
"No one can ever do anything can they?"
Soon they were both crying, seeing as there wasn't any reason left to keep it all inside.
They stood there for God knows how long, hugging and crying.
They cried about their mum's, their family, and everything else.
They stopped crying and hugging and were now sitting on the floor.
"God," John wipes his eyes, "we're such a bunch of queers."
Paul laughs.
"Yeah, aren't we supposed to be a rock n roll group?"
They started laughing now. John was making ridiculous faces and Paul was on the floor, clutching his stomach, doubling over in laughter.
"Paulie?"
"Mm?"
"Do you think...never mind."
"No, tell me."
"Nah, you'll think I've gone bonkers."
"No I won't!"
"Okay, do you...think we'll ever be...ya know...famous?"
"Of course! You are John fuckin' Lennon!"
"And you are Paul fuckin' McCartney!"
They laughed. John then sat there staring at the ground, thinking.
"Hey now, where's that famous Lennon smile?"
John starts laughing and soon the boys are at it again, laughing and joking as if nothing ever happened.