Paul walked into the tiny, dimly lit and damp bedroom supporting a blind drunk George and flung him onto his bed.
“I’m sick of this George… it’s not right to get this pissed every night… I know you miss your mum and stuff but if you don’t take it easy you’ll hurt yourself…” But Paul’s advice went unheard by George who was attempting to sit up.
Paul took off his leather jacket and listened to the conversation George was having with himself, half muttering in anger, half laughing.
Paul sat on his own bed and gazed at the younger boy.
“I mean George… its fucking ridi
Just a jealous guy. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
Just a jealous guy.
John took the cigarette out of his mouth the second George entered the room and stubbed it out in the dark blue ashtray that was perched precariously on the pillow next to him. This is what he'd been waiting for, some alone time, to have a little chat.
George crossed the room, humming quietly and smiling to himself and stopped to take off his jacket.
"Alright John? Story with you? Paul and I-"
Before George could finish his sentence John had walked over and grabbed his collar and flung him against the wall.
"So what's this hmm?" John said menacingly before George could make a sound.
"Messing about with Paulie eh? My Paulie??"
George's
Please read!! I'd appreciate it very much :) by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
Please read!! I'd appreciate it very much :)
Hey everyone!! :D
I'm having an extreme case of writers block . And I mean extreme. So I would like some of you guys to gimme ideas if you want to :)
I'd prefer if they were slash and Paul/George but I don't really mind!! :D
Thanks beautiful Beatle babes :* :*
George's Diary, Part 2. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
George's Diary, Part 2.
3 March, 1957
Dear diary,
I'm back. And I had a fucking weird day. Paul came over and- well- things just got weird... It'll be easier if I just tell you the whole story...
I woke to the sound of Paul charming my mother. What a little fucker. He can't fucking stop himself I'd say. I stayed in bed, waiting for his arrival, which came loudly.
"Hello sweetie pie!!" He chorused as he burst into the room. "Don't tell me you're still in bed!!"
I groaned at him and disappeared under my blanket. It was only 11:00am, far too early for his shit.
"Fuck off." I mumbled from my warm dark hiding place.
All of a sud
George's diary. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
George's diary.
2 March, 1957
Dear Diary,
I know it's fuckin faggy to have a diary but I dunno what else to do. Right. Here we go.
I think I fancy Paul. Paul McCartney. Yknow him? My baby face? Well yeah. Him.
And I'll tell you why I think this. We were on the bus today, sitting together like we always do... Then that fat fucker Jenkins from year 11 came up to us and started saying how Paul's my girlfriend and stuff like that... We told him to stuff it, like we always do, but I felt a bit different today..
I know this sounds fucking weird, but I wanted to say that Paul was my girlfriend.
Paul's everything I want in
Paul walked into the tiny, dimly lit and damp bedroom supporting a blind drunk George and flung him onto his bed.
“I’m sick of this George… it’s not right to get this pissed every night… I know you miss your mum and stuff but if you don’t take it easy you’ll hurt yourself…” But Paul’s advice went unheard by George who was attempting to sit up.
Paul took off his leather jacket and listened to the conversation George was having with himself, half muttering in anger, half laughing.
Paul sat on his own bed and gazed at the younger boy.
“I mean George… its fucking ridi
Just a jealous guy. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
Just a jealous guy.
John took the cigarette out of his mouth the second George entered the room and stubbed it out in the dark blue ashtray that was perched precariously on the pillow next to him. This is what he'd been waiting for, some alone time, to have a little chat.
George crossed the room, humming quietly and smiling to himself and stopped to take off his jacket.
"Alright John? Story with you? Paul and I-"
Before George could finish his sentence John had walked over and grabbed his collar and flung him against the wall.
"So what's this hmm?" John said menacingly before George could make a sound.
"Messing about with Paulie eh? My Paulie??"
George's
Please read!! I'd appreciate it very much :) by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
Please read!! I'd appreciate it very much :)
Hey everyone!! :D
I'm having an extreme case of writers block . And I mean extreme. So I would like some of you guys to gimme ideas if you want to :)
I'd prefer if they were slash and Paul/George but I don't really mind!! :D
Thanks beautiful Beatle babes :* :*
George's Diary, Part 2. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
George's Diary, Part 2.
3 March, 1957
Dear diary,
I'm back. And I had a fucking weird day. Paul came over and- well- things just got weird... It'll be easier if I just tell you the whole story...
I woke to the sound of Paul charming my mother. What a little fucker. He can't fucking stop himself I'd say. I stayed in bed, waiting for his arrival, which came loudly.
"Hello sweetie pie!!" He chorused as he burst into the room. "Don't tell me you're still in bed!!"
I groaned at him and disappeared under my blanket. It was only 11:00am, far too early for his shit.
"Fuck off." I mumbled from my warm dark hiding place.
All of a sud
George's diary. by lisalovesthebeatles, literature
Literature
George's diary.
2 March, 1957
Dear Diary,
I know it's fuckin faggy to have a diary but I dunno what else to do. Right. Here we go.
I think I fancy Paul. Paul McCartney. Yknow him? My baby face? Well yeah. Him.
And I'll tell you why I think this. We were on the bus today, sitting together like we always do... Then that fat fucker Jenkins from year 11 came up to us and started saying how Paul's my girlfriend and stuff like that... We told him to stuff it, like we always do, but I felt a bit different today..
I know this sounds fucking weird, but I wanted to say that Paul was my girlfriend.
Paul's everything I want in
"We never talk anymore."
The voice is soft, lacking the usual blame that accompanies such words, and the lips from which they sprung now lazily clamp down on a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing smoke out in a languid circle.
"What are you on about?" demands the other voice in the room, a slightly higher voice that smacks of boyish femininity. "We talk all the time."
The first voice snorts skeptically. "Yeh, but really not," it says, with just a hint of bite. "You know?"
"No," says the second voice, beginning to whine. "I don't know!"
"You are so full of yourself," accuses the first.
"You wanna talk?" hisses the second. "Fine! Ta
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