Why hello thar (Beatles of the Avian Variety Chapter 1)
Uhh, hi c: I'm kind of new here. Well not new, new...I've been lurking around here and not commenting for a while.
I guess I was kind of scared, lol.
Any way I just started this fic. Read please? c:
I hope I posted this right...when i click preview, it shows my entire fic thing there, even though i lj-cut'd it.
Title: Beatles of the Avian Variety
Author(s): Me, windywisp!
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13, for the time being.
Warnings: George/Ringo and John/Paul fluffiness later,bla blabla, blood, sciency stuff
Summary: When John brings home a bird to eat, some things go strangely wrong. (failsummary)
Author Notes: Kinda short, will be longer later. I have a lot of free time right now so I might just post the second chapter sometime today
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. i don't claim that any of this happened, and it probably couldn't anyway. :P
Paul was sitting on the sofa, puffing away at a cigarette with Ringo and George while they watched television. John hadn't
come back from whatever he had gone out to do.
Paul cringed at the "horror" movie. It was so cheesy. "What a load of bloody trash," he thought aloud, turning to Ringo and
George."Have you ever seen anything so ridi-" He looked over at Ringo, who was clutching George's jacket, blue eyes wide, obviously
scared out of his mind.
Paul rolled his eyes.
Just then, the door clicked and swung open, revealing a rain-soaked John, who was clutching a small bundle in his arms.
He walked over to them, dripping water all over the carpet.
"Where've you been?" George asked, looking up. "Went for a walk," John said, sitting down on the sofa next to Paul, ignoring
the fact that he was wetting everything. "What's that there?" Paul asked looking at the bundle John was carrying. "Food," John said,
unwrapping it.
"It's a bird."
"A bird? Like..chicken?"
"Uhm...I don't know.."
"Where did you get it?"
John turned away and mumbled something.
"What was that, John?"
"Igotitfromsomeblokeonthestreet."
"What!?" Paul said, staring at John."You can't just trust everyone, y'know." "It was free, Paul! And you know what they say, the
best things in life are free!"
Paul backed away from the bird thing.
"I tried some of it myself Paulie."
"I don't know..I don't think we should eat it."
"Screw it, I'm hungry," John said. After a moment of hesitation, George and Ringo got off the sofa and joined him in eating the bird.
"When you get sick, don't say i didn't warn you." Paul muttered.
"You do that."
George nibbled on a bit of the bird that he'd picked up. "Doesn't taste bad. Kind of like...turkey." Paul watched them eat, half expecting them
to fall down dead in a matter of seconds.
"C'mon, Paulie, It tastes good! Try some." Paul rocked on his heels, indecisive, and caved in when his curiosity got the better of him. George
was right, it didn't taste bad, but there was something strange about it. It tasted like chicken, turkey, and duck put together. They ate that for a little while
and watched the rest of the cheesy movie. Ringo had fallen asleep on George, who carried him to bed. Paul and John remained on the couch.
"John?"
"Mmm?"
"There was something weird about that bird."
"Oh come on not this again."
"I've never, ever tasted it before!"
"There's a first time for everything, Paulie. C'mon...let's go to bed."
Paul was tired, too, but he couldn't get the strange bird out of his head. John got in bed with him and hugged him close. It was only then that Paul
could go to sleep.
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The next morning, Paul woke up sore. He felt like he'd been sleeping on something. He looked over at John who was sound asleep, with his arms still around him. He gently pulled John's arms away and got up to take a shower. Paul got into the bathroom and closed the door. With unexplained difficulty, he pulled off his shirt. He looked up at the mirror...
and screamed at what he saw.
I guess I was kind of scared, lol.
Any way I just started this fic. Read please? c:
I hope I posted this right...when i click preview, it shows my entire fic thing there, even though i lj-cut'd it.
Title: Beatles of the Avian Variety
Author(s): Me, windywisp!
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13, for the time being.
Warnings: George/Ringo and John/Paul fluffiness later,bla blabla, blood, sciency stuff
Summary: When John brings home a bird to eat, some things go strangely wrong. (failsummary)
Author Notes: Kinda short, will be longer later. I have a lot of free time right now so I might just post the second chapter sometime today
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. i don't claim that any of this happened, and it probably couldn't anyway. :P
Paul was sitting on the sofa, puffing away at a cigarette with Ringo and George while they watched television. John hadn't
come back from whatever he had gone out to do.
Paul cringed at the "horror" movie. It was so cheesy. "What a load of bloody trash," he thought aloud, turning to Ringo and
George."Have you ever seen anything so ridi-" He looked over at Ringo, who was clutching George's jacket, blue eyes wide, obviously
scared out of his mind.
Paul rolled his eyes.
Just then, the door clicked and swung open, revealing a rain-soaked John, who was clutching a small bundle in his arms.
He walked over to them, dripping water all over the carpet.
"Where've you been?" George asked, looking up. "Went for a walk," John said, sitting down on the sofa next to Paul, ignoring
the fact that he was wetting everything. "What's that there?" Paul asked looking at the bundle John was carrying. "Food," John said,
unwrapping it.
"It's a bird."
"A bird? Like..chicken?"
"Uhm...I don't know.."
"Where did you get it?"
John turned away and mumbled something.
"What was that, John?"
"Igotitfromsomeblokeonthestreet."
"What!?" Paul said, staring at John."You can't just trust everyone, y'know." "It was free, Paul! And you know what they say, the
best things in life are free!"
Paul backed away from the bird thing.
"I tried some of it myself Paulie."
"I don't know..I don't think we should eat it."
"Screw it, I'm hungry," John said. After a moment of hesitation, George and Ringo got off the sofa and joined him in eating the bird.
"When you get sick, don't say i didn't warn you." Paul muttered.
"You do that."
George nibbled on a bit of the bird that he'd picked up. "Doesn't taste bad. Kind of like...turkey." Paul watched them eat, half expecting them
to fall down dead in a matter of seconds.
"C'mon, Paulie, It tastes good! Try some." Paul rocked on his heels, indecisive, and caved in when his curiosity got the better of him. George
was right, it didn't taste bad, but there was something strange about it. It tasted like chicken, turkey, and duck put together. They ate that for a little while
and watched the rest of the cheesy movie. Ringo had fallen asleep on George, who carried him to bed. Paul and John remained on the couch.
"John?"
"Mmm?"
"There was something weird about that bird."
"Oh come on not this again."
"I've never, ever tasted it before!"
"There's a first time for everything, Paulie. C'mon...let's go to bed."
Paul was tired, too, but he couldn't get the strange bird out of his head. John got in bed with him and hugged him close. It was only then that Paul
could go to sleep.
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The next morning, Paul woke up sore. He felt like he'd been sleeping on something. He looked over at John who was sound asleep, with his arms still around him. He gently pulled John's arms away and got up to take a shower. Paul got into the bathroom and closed the door. With unexplained difficulty, he pulled off his shirt. He looked up at the mirror...
and screamed at what he saw.