The Dr. Maxwell S.H. Institution: Interlude
Title: The Dr. Maxwell S.H. Institution
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles or any rights of theirs', this whole story is purely fictive and I am not suggesting any occurrence in this has taken place for real.
A/N: A little bit ridiculous and a little bit about John's birthday (or well, a lot of both, actually.).
Interlude
John's Birthday
A book of poetry, a bar of chocolate and a bottle filled with wine.
On the morning of the ninth of October, 1957, all the boys at the institution woke up at seven - except for two of them. These boys were called John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and they woke up at six (or well, mostly Paul as he was the one who opened his eyes all by himself and then dragged John out of bed).
Their reason why?
It was John's seventeenth birthday.
Paul had brought him some very nice presents, too; a book of poetry, a bar of chocolate and a bottle filled with wine.
The book was written by William Blake - Paul knew John was fond of him and had brought his own copy because he supposed they could both read from it. He did care for poetry as well, but not nearly as much as John, and he knew this was a copy of a book John didn't have yet. It made him smile - but only a tiny bit, because he didn't like Paul or didn't like it that he liked Paul - he didn't know which was closer to the truth.
The bar of chocolate was also partially because he knew he would get something nice out of it, John was sure of that. They were sharing a room after all, and it would be nothing more than fair to share the delicious treat. This kept him smiling.
The bottle filled with wine - note it is not a bottle of wine as alcohol was forbidden for under age boys and boys at institutions (both of them qualified as either) - had to be shared as well, John understood. Paul looked at him with a glint in his eyes, and a naughty smile around his lips that made John think things he'd rather not think, really. Mostly because of the alcohol's secrecy though, it was impossible Paul might think the same as what John (would rather not think) thought. In the mean time, Paul did, as a matter of fact. John himself smiled as sign of approval, but much like before; he didn't do it because he liked Paul or anything. He really didn't.
But - even though John was still upset and angry with Paul, he still accepted all of his gifts because - and this is a very well-known fact after all - he looooved receiving prezzies.
After school time they both returned to their room, excited about the booze and chocolate and book. Then Paul handed him a fourth gift - a new plectrum, which John was very happy about as well as his old one didn't even exist, he'd always had to borrow Paul's. Which he didn't want to anymore - he he did not like Paul!
Paul, in the mean time, completely unaware of John's fake smiles, told him they would once have a band with four members; guitar, guitar, bass and drums. Each of the gifts represented one of the boys and he told John he was the book, as he was the smartest of them all. He also said he himself was the chocolate because he was so pretty people would probably want to eat him. John had to laugh this time, but secretly it churned his heart - in a very painful manner - to know he was one of them - even though he did avidly try to repress this very same thought. Because he didn't like Paul, that much was obvious.
When John asked about the plectrum and the booze, Paul replied the plectrum was for the bassist, and when John raised an eyebrows and questioned Paul whether they used picks - he was talking about bassists if you hadn't noticed - Paul shrugged and said that perhaps it was another guitar player in their band, and that one of them would have to play bass. John's eyes widened in sheer horror, and he replied they couldn't because they were too fucking brilliant at it. After he got over the shock, he asked about the booze, and Paul simply told him their drummer would be a drunk bastard - or only a lovely person, but he had to come up with something as it was booze and booze was for drunks and teenagers who had problems or didn't have problems but liked to wake up with headaches and having to puke.
Then they put on an album, and started devouring the chocolate and wine. John pulled a disgusted face after his first sip, telling Paul he hated the taste of it before he was sent into a fit of coughing, and after Paul had some himself, he agreed with John and said his father always told him he would have to learn how to drink wine, but how he'd never had it before because his father also said he couldn't drink before his eighteenth birthday, and in the clubs there was no way he was going to drink it because lager was cooler.
When half the bottle was gone and poetry was being read, the both of them were tipsy and high on laughter. The chocolate had been long gone by then. John forgot about his dislike of Paul and his smiles were real this time.
By the time they had finished drinking everything, it was past dinnertime but neither of them cared. They talked and laughed some more and when Paul admitted to John he hated it when John was acting angry towards him, John laughed even more, not really understanding what Paul meant, and even if he did, he didn't care because - for fuck's sake - he did NOT like Paul!
* * *
The next morning, both boys had a headache and John refused to admit he'd liked laughing with someone he definitely didn't like, and went straight back to acting moodily towards his younger friend. Stuart didn't ask him about what was wrong anymore, though, nor did the usual so observant Terry. John didn't care though, and Paul acted like he didn't mind (while it did hurt like fuck).
Life at the institution went on and everything returned to normal, and neither of them found John had changed a lot now he was seventeen. He was only a bit moodier.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles or any rights of theirs', this whole story is purely fictive and I am not suggesting any occurrence in this has taken place for real.
A/N: A little bit ridiculous and a little bit about John's birthday (or well, a lot of both, actually.).
Interlude
John's Birthday
A book of poetry, a bar of chocolate and a bottle filled with wine.
On the morning of the ninth of October, 1957, all the boys at the institution woke up at seven - except for two of them. These boys were called John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and they woke up at six (or well, mostly Paul as he was the one who opened his eyes all by himself and then dragged John out of bed).
Their reason why?
It was John's seventeenth birthday.
Paul had brought him some very nice presents, too; a book of poetry, a bar of chocolate and a bottle filled with wine.
The book was written by William Blake - Paul knew John was fond of him and had brought his own copy because he supposed they could both read from it. He did care for poetry as well, but not nearly as much as John, and he knew this was a copy of a book John didn't have yet. It made him smile - but only a tiny bit, because he didn't like Paul or didn't like it that he liked Paul - he didn't know which was closer to the truth.
The bar of chocolate was also partially because he knew he would get something nice out of it, John was sure of that. They were sharing a room after all, and it would be nothing more than fair to share the delicious treat. This kept him smiling.
The bottle filled with wine - note it is not a bottle of wine as alcohol was forbidden for under age boys and boys at institutions (both of them qualified as either) - had to be shared as well, John understood. Paul looked at him with a glint in his eyes, and a naughty smile around his lips that made John think things he'd rather not think, really. Mostly because of the alcohol's secrecy though, it was impossible Paul might think the same as what John (would rather not think) thought. In the mean time, Paul did, as a matter of fact. John himself smiled as sign of approval, but much like before; he didn't do it because he liked Paul or anything. He really didn't.
But - even though John was still upset and angry with Paul, he still accepted all of his gifts because - and this is a very well-known fact after all - he looooved receiving prezzies.
After school time they both returned to their room, excited about the booze and chocolate and book. Then Paul handed him a fourth gift - a new plectrum, which John was very happy about as well as his old one didn't even exist, he'd always had to borrow Paul's. Which he didn't want to anymore - he he did not like Paul!
Paul, in the mean time, completely unaware of John's fake smiles, told him they would once have a band with four members; guitar, guitar, bass and drums. Each of the gifts represented one of the boys and he told John he was the book, as he was the smartest of them all. He also said he himself was the chocolate because he was so pretty people would probably want to eat him. John had to laugh this time, but secretly it churned his heart - in a very painful manner - to know he was one of them - even though he did avidly try to repress this very same thought. Because he didn't like Paul, that much was obvious.
When John asked about the plectrum and the booze, Paul replied the plectrum was for the bassist, and when John raised an eyebrows and questioned Paul whether they used picks - he was talking about bassists if you hadn't noticed - Paul shrugged and said that perhaps it was another guitar player in their band, and that one of them would have to play bass. John's eyes widened in sheer horror, and he replied they couldn't because they were too fucking brilliant at it. After he got over the shock, he asked about the booze, and Paul simply told him their drummer would be a drunk bastard - or only a lovely person, but he had to come up with something as it was booze and booze was for drunks and teenagers who had problems or didn't have problems but liked to wake up with headaches and having to puke.
Then they put on an album, and started devouring the chocolate and wine. John pulled a disgusted face after his first sip, telling Paul he hated the taste of it before he was sent into a fit of coughing, and after Paul had some himself, he agreed with John and said his father always told him he would have to learn how to drink wine, but how he'd never had it before because his father also said he couldn't drink before his eighteenth birthday, and in the clubs there was no way he was going to drink it because lager was cooler.
When half the bottle was gone and poetry was being read, the both of them were tipsy and high on laughter. The chocolate had been long gone by then. John forgot about his dislike of Paul and his smiles were real this time.
By the time they had finished drinking everything, it was past dinnertime but neither of them cared. They talked and laughed some more and when Paul admitted to John he hated it when John was acting angry towards him, John laughed even more, not really understanding what Paul meant, and even if he did, he didn't care because - for fuck's sake - he did NOT like Paul!
* * *
The next morning, both boys had a headache and John refused to admit he'd liked laughing with someone he definitely didn't like, and went straight back to acting moodily towards his younger friend. Stuart didn't ask him about what was wrong anymore, though, nor did the usual so observant Terry. John didn't care though, and Paul acted like he didn't mind (while it did hurt like fuck).
Life at the institution went on and everything returned to normal, and neither of them found John had changed a lot now he was seventeen. He was only a bit moodier.