Two very short stories"Paul, could you tell us a bit about your and John's songwriting?"A hesitating 'um' is all that escapes him at first, as he looks to his left and finds John's gaze turning to meet his a second later. He looks calm, collected, but behind his eyes a million sparks are swirling, sparks of inspiration, madness, unwritten songs, a world that belongs to him and Paul only."We don't actually write the songs ourselves, we steal them from our friends and claim we wrote them," he says then, turning back to face the interviewer, because there's really no way to tell him about the pride he feels for being one of the only two that's allowed in into that world and all its secrets. He feels his fingers being brushed swiftly, imperceptibly, as the crowd starts laughing and smiles.- - - - - - - - - - - - -Something has been lingering in the air ever since John set foot in Paul's hallway, greeting him with a wide smile, unexpectedly brushing a strand of hair out of the younger man's eyes, an action t
Inspiration -drabble-The incapability to write had formed a huge, black knot in his stomach - it was driving him crazy.A setting sun created long shadows across the floor where Paul aimlessly strode when a grunt sounded from behind him."Morning," John mumbled and made his way through the room to give the younger man a quick, sloppy kiss.And Paul smiled as John disappeared into the kitchen, realising that all he needed was an inspiration that had been right in front of him all along.He quickly found a pen and paper and wrote the first line;Good Day Sunshine.
What are you?"Paul?""Mmh?""What are you?""
Sorry?""What are you?""Well, John, I'm a human being, in case you haven't noticed, and I'm a-""No, no. Idiot. I mean, what are you?""I'm not following ya, darling.""Well, okay, put it this way; are you my boyfriend? 'Cause that sounds bloody stupid.""Err, I don't know, Johnny. You decide?""Hm
Seeing as I'm in love with you 'n all, I suppose that qualifies you to being more than just me best mate, or 'some guy I occasionally shag'.""Thanks, dear.""You're most welcome.""So, what am I then?""That's what I don't know!""How about... Lover?""Pfft. What are you, a girl?""No, I was thinking more like... Lover boy.""Are you giving me your bedroom eyes, Paul?""Why, yes, I think I am.""Well, stop it, they're distracting me. I'm trying to think here.""Oh, sorry.""It's hard, y'know.""Well, let's just settle for boyfriend, then?""Do you want to be 'that guy I threw off the bloody balcony'?""Fucking hell, I was just kidd
Drunk"Paul?""Mmm?""You're pretty.""Thanks," Paul said shortly, preoccupied with the pen and paper on the table in front of him, though he couldn't really help but letting a smile spread slightly over his lips."I'm drunk." John almost sounded surprised, as if this fact just occurred to him."I know.""How much did I drink?""I dunno. An ocean, probably."John started giggling so hysterically he rolled off the bed with a loud thump. A moment's silence followed, then John said again as he sat himself up on the carpeted floor;"Paul?""Mhm?" the younger man answered, having barely noticed John's little accident."You're really pretty.""You too, Johnny.""I'm in love with you, Paul."A warm feeling managed to cut through his focus at this, filling him up and causing a smile to sneak into his features once again, but not being drawn from his current occupation enough to think of a proper response, Paul just answered;"That's good.""Yeah."John fell silent again and the scratching sound of p
The art of letting goThe day I met John Lennon, was the day I understood that his heart would never belong to me.No matter what I did or how long I stayed it would still already be taken, taken for good. And stayed, I did. For I always hoped, despite knowing it was a waste of his time and a waste of my heart, that something would happen to change what had already been written in the stars. The longer I stayed, the more I realised and the deeper I hoped. Nothing feeds a hungry heart like the fear of losing what it longs for.I saw it in the way they looked at each other, the way he never looked at me, the way I persuaded myself to believe he looked at me. It can't be seen on a photograph or a video tape, the lens of a camera could only capture so much as the fraction of the real enchantment binding and locking their eyes together. The first time I saw it, was the day that I met them, and from then on I always knew that this was a love that would kill me.Even so, I let myself believe. A foolish mistake I s
Only fools rush inTake my handHis hand lay only an inch away from his own, John could feel the warmth radiating from it and as the idea flew through his mind he was washed over by an unbelievable rush, a tingling spreading throughout his entire body, from the mere thought of reaching out the small distance to feel the soft skin. Along with a nervous flutter, that was, causing him to tremble slightly despite his attempts to hide his insecurity, as he tried to decide whether he dared or not.When he felt Paul's hand stir almost imperceptibly beside and he suddenly realized he was already entwining his own fingers with Paul's, however, he found that the answer to his question was that he had no reason to doubt. John didn't look up to meet his eyes but he could feel them burning, felt the smile on the younger man's lips as he grasped John's hand tightly, sending shivers and waves of joy across him. Oh, what a simple thing such as holding hands could do to a man. Although after all it wasn't that str