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Just Some Time [McLennon]
Paul tugged at the sides of the brown jacket and frowned at his appearance.
"You look good in that" a voice said behind him. Paul glanced up in the mirror, startled, and smiled when he saw who it was.
"You really think so? Never thought brown was my colour."
"Nah, I always thought my clothes looked good on you." John came up behind Paul and rested his chin on Paul's shoulder. Paul looked away bashfully.
"Thanks love." John hugged Paul around his waist.
"Only for you m'dear. Now, please, let's get a move on, we're due for that interview in 5 and the boys and Eppie will be waiting for us!" John playfully smacked Paul's behind before
Literature
Five and Seven
Title: Five and Seven
Author: CassieVulcan
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Paul's fifth brithday and the first time our boys ever met :D
Disclaimer: I do not own John and Paul :(
"Paulie love stop squirming! The guests will be here any moment for your party and you're not even close to being ready!" A woman growled as she tried to wrestle her son into his silly little birthday hat that his grandmother had gotten for him as a surprise. The little boy would have none of it, however, so Mary McCartney huffed, throwing her hands into the air, "You're impossible!"
Paul pouted, kicking his legs out sadly as he gazed up at his mot
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Forget Me Not - 0
Forget Me Not
Prologue
I was so glad to be out of there.
Finally, I was on my own. All of the money I had saved up for this plane ticket was worth every penny. Now I could finally see my relatives in Italy again. They were nice to me, unlike my own family. They wouldn't mind my existence.
"Hello, and welcome to European Airlines," the flight attendant spoke aloud. "Please enjoy your stay as we make our way to Liverpool, England."
Wait a minute. Liverpool? That's not Naples! I must have misheard her
I hope I misheard her.
Sitting next to me was a man who was probably aged in his fifties. "Um, excuse me sir," I began, "but that wom
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This story was inspired by a quote I read.
“We stood there for a minute or two, with John swaying gently against my arm. 'I'm feeling better,' he announced. Then he looked up at the stars. 'Wow..' he intoned. 'Look at that! Isn't that amazing?".
I followed his gaze. The stars did look good but they didn't look that good. It was very unlike John to be over the top in that way. I stared at him. He was wired-pin-sharp and quivering, resonating away like a human tuning fork.
No sooner had John uttered his immortal words about the stars than George and Paul came bursting out on the roof. They had come tearing up from the studio as soon as they found out where we were.
They knew why John was feeling unwell. Maybe everyone else did, too - everyone except for father-figure George Martin here!
It was very simple. John was tripping on LSD. He had taken it by mistake, they said - he had meant to take an amphetamine tablet. That hardly made any difference, frankly; the fact was that John was only too likely to imagine he could fly, and launch himself off the low parapet that ran around the roof. They had been absolutely terrified that he might do so.
I spoke to Paul about this night many years later, and he confirmed that he and George had been shaken rigid when they found out we were up on the roof. They knew John was having a what you might call a bad trip. John didn't go back to Weybridge that night; Paul took him home to his place, in nearby Cavendish Road. They were intensely close, remember, and Paul would do almost anything for John. So, once they were safe inside, Paul took a tablet of LSD for the first time, 'So I could get with John' as he put it- be with him in his misery and fear.
What about that for friendship?”
― George Martin
I did my best to portray everything from Paul's point of view...
Hints at slash, but not much...
Please comment
Love <3
“We stood there for a minute or two, with John swaying gently against my arm. 'I'm feeling better,' he announced. Then he looked up at the stars. 'Wow..' he intoned. 'Look at that! Isn't that amazing?".
I followed his gaze. The stars did look good but they didn't look that good. It was very unlike John to be over the top in that way. I stared at him. He was wired-pin-sharp and quivering, resonating away like a human tuning fork.
No sooner had John uttered his immortal words about the stars than George and Paul came bursting out on the roof. They had come tearing up from the studio as soon as they found out where we were.
They knew why John was feeling unwell. Maybe everyone else did, too - everyone except for father-figure George Martin here!
It was very simple. John was tripping on LSD. He had taken it by mistake, they said - he had meant to take an amphetamine tablet. That hardly made any difference, frankly; the fact was that John was only too likely to imagine he could fly, and launch himself off the low parapet that ran around the roof. They had been absolutely terrified that he might do so.
I spoke to Paul about this night many years later, and he confirmed that he and George had been shaken rigid when they found out we were up on the roof. They knew John was having a what you might call a bad trip. John didn't go back to Weybridge that night; Paul took him home to his place, in nearby Cavendish Road. They were intensely close, remember, and Paul would do almost anything for John. So, once they were safe inside, Paul took a tablet of LSD for the first time, 'So I could get with John' as he put it- be with him in his misery and fear.
What about that for friendship?”
― George Martin
I did my best to portray everything from Paul's point of view...
Hints at slash, but not much...
Please comment
Love <3
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I love that quote so much.......