PAUL MCCARTNEY SET TO MAKE RETURN TO AMERICA read the newspaper headlines. 15 years on, and Paul hype was still going strong. Nobody really had a clue John Lennon was anymore, and if they did it was because they hated him. His mind wandered back to the break-up with Yoko, the break-up that very much ruined his career.
'John Lennon beat me and my son Sean daily. He wouldn't let me be myself anymore, so I have gained the strength to leave him, finally.' Her words still made him shiver, five years on. He'd never laid a finger on her. She knew John had never loved her though, and decided to act out to get revenge. John only got with her to make Paul jealous. His Paul. The Paul that never loved him back. The Paul that later sued him. His Paul McCharmley. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the phone on the wall opposite him ringing loudly. He almost jumped off his seat next to the counter in his very white kitchen, knocking his black coffee over it.
'Shit.' He shouted, having spilt some on himself. He patted it dry with his hands, wandering over to the phone. He pulled it off the cradle violently, shoving it to his ear.
'Hello' John droned, having given up being polite.
'John?' A familiar voice responded. John almost dropped the receiver and collapsed, but somehow managed to stop himself from falling. His heart was pounding and he was struggling to breathe. It couldn't be...
'Paul?' John replied, hoping he wasn't imagining the voice on the other side.
'John. God I've missed your voice.' The mysterious voice answered. It was definitely Paul McCartney.
'Oh my god it's really you!' John shouted, tears streaming down his face. He heard sniffles coming from the other side, realising Paul was crying too.
'It is me Johnny. I'm so sorry for everything.' Paul explained. John cut in.
'You're sorry? I ruined everything Paulie. I'm so, so sorry. 15 years away from you finally made me realise.'
'I'm flying to America tomorrow. Got a tour starting in a month. Fancy letting me stay with you?' Paul pleaded. 'We can have a proper chat, tie loose ends and all that.'
'I'd love that Paul. When will you arrive?' John asked, needing to plan exactly what he was going to do until then.
'6am, your time' Paul explained. 'That alright with you?' John needn't any time to think, and agreed almost instantaneously. They said a quick goodbye, before hanging up the phone. John slumped against the wall, not quite believing what had just happened to him. Had Paul read his mind? Was he actually going to get his best friend back, hopefully as more than a friend? He refused to let himself get his hopes up, and got to work making everything perfect for Paul.