First encounters.Paul stepped onto the bus and shook the water out of his no longer perfectly styled brown hair. His deep brown doe eyes scanned the bus until they finally fell upon a boy wearing the same school uniform as him.First encounters. by lisalovesthebeatles
Paul grinned and slipped a bit on the wet floor as the bus pulled away. He walked precariously over to the seat and dropped into it.
"Ello!!" Paul said cheerfully. "Shit weather innit?" The other boy had barely noticed Paul's existence until then, he responded with a quiet "Mm."
Paul's smile faltered a tiny bit and an awkward silence fell over the bus, broken only by the sound of rain pelting off the bus roof and gossiping old women clucking away on the second story.
Paul sighed and smiled broadly and held out his hand. "My names Paul!" The other boy turned his head slightly and squeezed Paul's hand "Mm." He muttered in a strong Scouse accent "'m George." Silence fell again.
Paul studied George's profile out of the corner of his eye. Even in the dim light of the lower deck of th
Backstage Pass: Part 1Backstage Pass: Part 1 by lisalovesthebeatles
Paul threw back his head and screamed in ecstasy and relief. He threw out his arms out and fell backwards, hitting the dirty old stage floor hard. The Germans before him screamed for more but Long Tall Sally had finished Paul McCartney for the night and their gig was over.
Paul felt the audience pull at his trouser bottoms and shoes but then he felt a pair of thin arms hook themselves under his shoulders and drag him backwards.
"Bastards." George muttered to himself as Stu, Pete and John stepped over Paul and left the stage, not one of them stopping to offer to help bring Paul to bed.
When Paul felt himself be dragged up a stairs, he continued to play dead, he wanted to see how long he could drag things out...
George groaned and strained as he dragged Paul's dead weight up the stairs to their shared bedroom. When he reached the door, he kicked it open (it never closed properly anyway, it was always open a bit) and threw Paul on the bed.
Paul lay face down on the bed, breathing shallowl
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