It was a quick peck on the lips which happened way too fast for me to believe. Afterwards, he looked at me then looked down as if apologizing for the one thing I've wanted all this time. I took his head in my hands and kissed him again, this time seeming more like an actual kiss. I put my hands around his neck and he put his around my waist. After a few minutes, we pulled away and simply looked at each other. The shock of it all was apparent, everything was so sudden.
"I- I have to go, George." I said, as I opened the car door once again.
He nodded. "I'll see you later."
I nodded, as well. "Don't do anything stupid." I smiled. Just as I was about to close the door, I couldn't help but ask him one thing.
"Would you like to come inside?" I asked. He thought for a minute, looked at his watch, and got out of the car.
"Why not?" He smiled as we entered the empty house . . .
* * * *
I woke the next morning with a headache. I tried to remember what had happened the previous night and smiled when I thought of the birds. Gotta love random whores coming over for some fun here and there. I got out of my bed, put on some clothes, and headed for the kitchen for some tea. John was already there, reading the paper.
"Yer up early." I yawned as I approached him.
"No, yer just up late." John said, not looking up.
I sighed. "Where's the tea?"
John pointed to the stove. I walked over, poured myself some, and sat down next to him without a word.
"Y'know, George came back later than I expected last night. Considerin' the fact Lori lives just 5 minutes away, at the most." John said after a moment of quiet.
I looked up. "Ya don't say?"
He nodded. "Offerin' ta give 'er a ride, stayin' extra time, doubt he 'ad anything better to do. I mean, did you see the birds that came 'ere last night? Must've gotten busy, them two."
I laughed. "George an' Lori? C'mon, John, get real."
"I'm tellin' ya, Paul, something's goin' on..." He smiled.
I drank the tea, trying not to slam it against the bloody wall. What the fuck? Who the hell did he think he was? He knows I've liked her, he knows I want her, and what does he do? He takes her. He fucking takes her!Oh I won't let this one slide. I won't.
"Well, that's good for them." I said through clenched teeth.
John laughed loudly. "Jealous, Macca?"
"Jealous?Be serious, Lennon. There's nothin' to be jealous of."
"Of course not." He said sarcastically.
"Sod off."
He smiled. "Are ya gonna take 'im on?"
"What?"
"George? Are ya gonna fight him?" John asked.
"For a girl? Who do you think I am? Mind your own business, John" I said.
He shrugged. "As you wish, master. But make sure you do it when there's nothin' on the telly. Boredom strikes an' I want some action."
Just then, as if on cue, George walked in, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Where's the tea?"
"'Ello, George! How are you this mornin', mate?" John asked, all smiles. Bastard was doing it on purpose. Typical.
With a confused expression, George walked over to the stove and poured himself some tea. "What's he on?" He said as he sat down next to me.
"I dunno." I answered. I didn't want to talk or look at the skinny bloke beside me.
"So, uh Georgie, what were ya up to last night?" John said, glancing over at me with a smile. I drank my tea silently.
"Not as much fun as you guys were having, that's for sure." George said, also sipping his tea.
"Oh really?" John kept smiling. "Nothing special happened while you were gone? 'Cause ya missed all the fun last night an' I'm dying to know why."
He looked at me then back at him. "I- I just dropped Lori off at 'er house an' that's it. It took me a little while 'cause I decided to pass by Pete's house ta see if he was alright..." George explained. Fucking liar. And when he lies, I know it. Not only is he possibly the worst liar in the bloody universe but I've been around so many times when he lied to his mum saying he was going over my house to study when he really was just going with me to smoke with our other schoolmates, I could tell immediately.
"Oh, that's nice of you, George. So, um, what did Pete say?" John asked, amused at George's obvious lie.
"Well, uh, he wasn't there."
"Impossible. Pete's always there after 9.00 on Saturday's." John narrowed his eyes.
"Uh," George looked down, his voice shaking. "I guess I had the wrong house."
"Ya here that, McCartney? The lad guesses he had the wrong house! Oh heavens, what a shame! Maybe next time I'll show ya the right house, ey?" The sarcasm was clear in John's voice and George continued to look down.
"I guess." George answered.
John came over, patted him on the back, and left the room. I just sat there, drinking my tea, the table possibly being the most entertaining thing in the world at the moment. I didn't want to look at him.
"What's his fucking problem?" George said. I simply shrugged.
"So, uh, what did you guys do last night?" He asked, grinning. I shrugged again.
"You givin' me the silent treatment, Macca?"
I shrugged once more.
"Don't you give me any shite too!" George whined, obviously confused by the situation.
"I'm not doing anything to you." I said, flatly.
"Why are you all so strange?" He asked. I slammed the cup down on the table, scattering drops of hot tea along the table. "Why are you such a fuckin' liar?!" I yelled at him.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, Harrison. We know you were out with Lori all night!"
"So? I don't see what the big deal is! It's my personal business, why should you care?!" He yelled, as well. Give me a break.
"'Personal business'? Or did you just not want me to know, George? Because you knew you'd be stabbin' me in the back, right?" I said.
"I'm not!"
"Yes you are! You know I like her but no, you want her for yourself. Selfish bastard." I shook my head. "This isn't like you."
"God, Paul, you're acting like a fucking girl! Just because you like her doesn't mean she's off limits to anyone!" He replied.
"To you, she is! Don't you understand? Once you know how much I like her, you don't go off shaggin' her behind my back!"
"That's not true!"
"Yes it is. Back stabbin' little arsehole, you are." I insulted.
"It would only be 'back stabbing' if you two were actually together." George objected.
"Well, we had the chance. Not anymore thanks to your stupid arse."
George laughed. "You actually think you had a chance with 'er? She can barely stand you! I'm sorry, Paul. Alright? I am. But she likes me. It's not my fault." He said quietly. I knew he was trying to be gentle with the situation, because he knew he was hurting his best mate. This infuriated me even more.
"So, what? You two are gonna get together, start a little relationship and live happily ever after while you watch your best mate getting hurt by it all?" I asked.
"Just shutup, Paul! You're acting as if you couldn't live without her. The only thing you want is to fuck her, it's obvious."
"You don't know what you're talking about. That's not fuckin' true!" I said.
"Yes it is! That's all you wanted to do with her since you were 15 years old! I know all you're going to do is get what you want and leave her. As if she deserves that?" George stood up. "I'm sorry, Paul." He walked off before I got to say another word.
'The only thing you want is to fuck her'. Did he really think that? All this time, I thought he was the only person that really knew me and yet he comes up with these lies? It's all a bloody joke. And it wasn't fair. I'm not going to let George get the girl I wanted first. She's mine whether he likes it or not, and I'm going to make that pretty damn clear to everyone...
~Did you enjoy it? Not my best since I have no clue what really goes on in Paul's head. Please tell me what you think! I'll be changing around POV's a few times, just so you know. Oh and regarding a comment I received for Chapter 6, I am completely aware that Ringo was very much loved in the band. :) John even said himself he always turned to Ringo for advice and trusted him more than anyone else. Like I said before, this story is simply fiction (though some parts did actually happen). So, just so everyone knows, John or anyone else didn't have any bad feelings towards Ringo when he first got in the band, since they played with him many time before and were very close to him in their Cavern Club and Hamburg days... :D Comments, comments, comments!~
