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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Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 3A rather different-looking nurse called the name "McCartney", and that was my cue to help Paul up and into the examination room. "Come on, love.." He finally got up and managed to walk with the nurse to the room. "What's wrong with you today?" She asked. "We're not exactly sure.. It's just that.. He's been real sick lately." I said. "What are your symptoms?" She fetched a notepad and a pen. "Fever, tired, can't eat, I feel hot, weak, and I'm puking.." He uttered. She quickly jotted his list down.Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 3 by MaccasMine
"What are you in relation to Mr. McCartney?" She looked at me carefully, as if I was some kind of threat.. But she wasn't menacing. I didn't know what to say. Should I tell her what I really am? I hesitated for a moment and Paul gave me a look. "Just tell her. It's not like she didn't see me resting my head on you." He whispered. Plus, it wasn't like she could say anything to offend us or get us in trouble for being queer. We were The Beatles. "..I'm his boyfriend." My face
Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 2Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 2 by MaccasMine
We were smack dab in the middle of December, right before Christmas.. And I was sick as a dog. I hadn't felt good since I don't know when. I had a fever of 102, and I felt like death, if that's even possible. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, and I felt like I was in the middle of the Sahara desert 24-7. So, John had had enough of me complaining and crying.. And he decided to ship me off to the doctor's office. "Macca, this is a problem. You're not getting any better." He said sternly. I loved John, and I trusted him.. He knew best, and I wanted to get better. Christmas would be ruined for the other Beatles if I didn't.
"Put a coat on, you daft bastard.. I'm not letting you go out there without one." John chuckled as he wrapped the coat around my body.. I was like a pile of mush. I couldn't even move. And the wooly winter coat made it 100 times worse for me. "But
Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 1Paul is Dead: The REAL Story ~ Chapter 1 by MaccasMine
Late November, 1966
It all started when I met the bugger in school.. And I still remember his green doe eyes like it was yesterday. I'm still in the middle of getting over his passing.. I just cant believe it. I thought he was going to make it through and survive. He was so sweet.. So perfect. Why did terrible things happen to good people? It made no sense to me. We were no longer The Beatles. We would never be. Not without him. 'The Fab Three' didn't ring too harmoniously through my eardrums.
I refused to continue making music with the remaining Beatles without him. It wasn't the same, and a new bass player wasn't going to do. I'm still very much devastated, and it hasn't sunken in yet. The day I found out, I said goodbye to George and Ringo because I didn't want to be reminded every day of what we used to be. My mental health was already in bad shape.
George and Ringo had no idea about Paul and I. They thought he was a perfectly straight man.. Not
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