George POV
I transported to the dead world. That's what I call it. There isn't really a name for it, not that I know of. I was breathing heavily and tears were streaming down my face. This was all a dream. I had never died. John had never died. Speaking of John, how could he do this? I started sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't know how much he'll regret it.
I plopped myself down on the grass and cried into my hands.
"George?"
I knew that voice anywhere. Instead of being happy at John, I was absolutely furious.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!?" I yelled. He stepped back, a frightened look on his face. "YOU DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE!" I screamed, my hands shaking.
"WELL NEITHER DID YOU!" He shot back. "YOU DIED BECAUSE OF ME! THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAD HAPPENED IF I WASN'T A FUCKING BASTARD! CAN'T YOU SEE THIS IS ALL MY ENTIRE FAULT?!" He shrieked, tears pouring down his face.
I was about to punch him, I was serious.
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I cried. "YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS! WHY DID YOU EVEN-"
"I LOVE YOU!" John screamed in my face. I stared at him in shock.
"I love you too, Johnny, but I WOULDN'T KILL MYS-" I started.
"NO GEO!" John suddenly cut me off. "I DON'T JUST LOVE YOU! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I'M A BLOODY QUEER AND I'M IN LOVE GEORGE FUCKING HAROLD HARRISON! THERE! THAT'S WHY!" He roared in my face. My mouth must have been down to the floor. John's eyes softened and he closed my mouth for me. He looked at my eyes then my lips. He started leaning in slowly.
"John…I-" I whispered.
'Sssh. Geo, I love you," He whispered in a loving tone.
I blushed and looked at my shoes.
He tipped my head to I was looking into his eyes.
He leaned in more and I didn't stop him.
It just felt…right?
And then I realized.
I loved John. I just only realized my love was stronger than I thought it was. When John yelled those insults at me that cold day in studio, I felt hurt. But I felt really hurt because his words didn't only cut through me like a knife, but I loved him, in that way. That's why I killed myself because I thought he didn't love me back.
It all made sense now.
My eyes flickered to his lips, and back to his eyes. Finally, our lips met.
And you know what?
I kissed back.
Well, I guess we're both bloody queers.
I pulled back and played with the hair on the back of his neck.
"I love you Georgie. Wait-no. I'm in love with you, Georgie," John whispered, staring into my eyes.
"I'm in love with you too, Johnny," I breathed out. He grinned and kissed my lips again.
We're a bunch of messed up, happy queers.
And I liked it like that.