Fic: The Art 3/?
Title: The Art, Part 3- They Meet
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: We own nothing, because alas, we do not own Paul or any Beatles for that matter. So this is fiction.
Paul stared at the soaked man in front of him, "Yes?"
John stood there saying nothing, he was a bit too taken by Paul.
"Look," Paul said, "You're dripping all over the carpet, it's going to be ruined, and you either need to buy something or leave."
Paul didn't mean for what he said to come out so harshly, but this guy was just standing there staring at him, and it was making him a little uncomfortable.
"Oh, um sorry," John said, well aware that he was dripping every where, "I got splashed by a car."
John had no idea why he was explaining himself to this guy.
"Are you going to get anything?" Paul asked.
"Tea?" John replied.
Paul nodded and got up to make some.
John fished out his money and paid for it, just setting the money on the counter.
"Good music," John said to Paul.
Paul nodded as he made the tea, "You like Elvis?"
"I fucking love Elvis," John said.
Paul laughed a bit, "I like him well enough, but he's not my favorite."
"What?! But it's Elvis!"
Paul shrugged, "I just said he's not my favorite. I prefer Little Ricard."
John's jaw dropped to the ground, how could this guy not like Elvis that much?
"Why Little Richard?"
"Why not?"
This guy just wouldn't let up, and Paul was a bit intrigued.
"But--" John said.
"Listen, I like Elvis fine, he's really great. But that doesn't mean I adore him."
John nodded, "I get that I suppose."
Paul pressed the cup of tea to John's hands, his fingers gently brushing over John's. He retracted his hand quickly. "What's your name?" Paul
asked John.
"John," John said, "Yours?"
"Paul."
"Paul," John said softly, rolling the name around in his mouth, testing it. He sipped his tea. "Well, Paul, you make a very good cup of tea."
"Thanks, my mother taught me how to make a decent cup."
Paul couldn't understand why he was telling this utter stranger all this, well, he at least knew John's name. But he felt a connection with John, somehow.
"Real mother's boy aren't you?" John asked with a slight smirk.
Paul looked at John, his face blank. John noticed slight sadness and pain in those brown eyes.
"Oh? I.. No", He was trying to keep away the pain and anguish that hit him, trying to not let this total stranger realize how much this was hurting him.
John tried to break from Paul's intense gaze but he couldn't.
Paul spoke again, "She died".
John didn't know what to say except, "Sorry."
Paul kept looking at John, he could feel John's sympathy.
"Can we drop this topic?"
John nodded, he felt like it would be a long while before Paul would ever tell him about his mother. And it would probably take him as long to tell Paul about Julia.There was a pause in the conversation as John finished his tea.
"I better get going," John said.
Paul nodded, "I'll be seeing you then I suppose."
"That you will Paulie, that you will," John said.
"Don't call me that!" Paul called after him as he left.
But John didn't hear him.
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: We own nothing, because alas, we do not own Paul or any Beatles for that matter. So this is fiction.
Paul stared at the soaked man in front of him, "Yes?"
John stood there saying nothing, he was a bit too taken by Paul.
"Look," Paul said, "You're dripping all over the carpet, it's going to be ruined, and you either need to buy something or leave."
Paul didn't mean for what he said to come out so harshly, but this guy was just standing there staring at him, and it was making him a little uncomfortable.
"Oh, um sorry," John said, well aware that he was dripping every where, "I got splashed by a car."
John had no idea why he was explaining himself to this guy.
"Are you going to get anything?" Paul asked.
"Tea?" John replied.
Paul nodded and got up to make some.
John fished out his money and paid for it, just setting the money on the counter.
"Good music," John said to Paul.
Paul nodded as he made the tea, "You like Elvis?"
"I fucking love Elvis," John said.
Paul laughed a bit, "I like him well enough, but he's not my favorite."
"What?! But it's Elvis!"
Paul shrugged, "I just said he's not my favorite. I prefer Little Ricard."
John's jaw dropped to the ground, how could this guy not like Elvis that much?
"Why Little Richard?"
"Why not?"
This guy just wouldn't let up, and Paul was a bit intrigued.
"But--" John said.
"Listen, I like Elvis fine, he's really great. But that doesn't mean I adore him."
John nodded, "I get that I suppose."
Paul pressed the cup of tea to John's hands, his fingers gently brushing over John's. He retracted his hand quickly. "What's your name?" Paul
asked John.
"John," John said, "Yours?"
"Paul."
"Paul," John said softly, rolling the name around in his mouth, testing it. He sipped his tea. "Well, Paul, you make a very good cup of tea."
"Thanks, my mother taught me how to make a decent cup."
Paul couldn't understand why he was telling this utter stranger all this, well, he at least knew John's name. But he felt a connection with John, somehow.
"Real mother's boy aren't you?" John asked with a slight smirk.
Paul looked at John, his face blank. John noticed slight sadness and pain in those brown eyes.
"Oh? I.. No", He was trying to keep away the pain and anguish that hit him, trying to not let this total stranger realize how much this was hurting him.
John tried to break from Paul's intense gaze but he couldn't.
Paul spoke again, "She died".
John didn't know what to say except, "Sorry."
Paul kept looking at John, he could feel John's sympathy.
"Can we drop this topic?"
John nodded, he felt like it would be a long while before Paul would ever tell him about his mother. And it would probably take him as long to tell Paul about Julia.There was a pause in the conversation as John finished his tea.
"I better get going," John said.
Paul nodded, "I'll be seeing you then I suppose."
"That you will Paulie, that you will," John said.
"Don't call me that!" Paul called after him as he left.
But John didn't hear him.