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They stand there bickering loudly at each other, Paul's bass and John's guitar totally disregarded on their chairs. It's just another day of catastrophey, the band's falling apart and nobody can seem to stop it; George and Ringo have left to grab lunch (and to get away from the bickering between the two) so it's just Paul and John...together
"WHAT HAPPENED TO US JOHN?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" McCartney yelled as he prodded John's chest before Lennon slapped his hand away with a scowl. "WHAT'S HAPPENING IS THAT YOU'RE BEING A FUCKING PAIN! GOD WHEN WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ABOUT THIS WHOLE "LEADER" THING?!"
Paul recoiled slightly at his harsh clapback before groaning and rubbing his face with his hands before waving his hand around at the empty recording booth surrounding them, "LOOK JOHN! LOOK AT THIS, WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS,LA?!" Paul snarls before crossing his arms in front of his chest "I'M JUST TRYING TO KEEP US TOGETHER, THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE! WE WANT TO MAKE MUSIC DON'T WE?"
John only groans as he turns around. "Listen... Paul I don't think this is going to fucking work, we're all tired of your shit, heh. You don't listen, you are quite literally a pain in the arse so if you excuse me I'll jus-" John starts to walk away only to get cut off by Paul grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around and pulling him close, so close they can feel each others breaths. John tenses up slightly before glaring at Macca "Oi, fuck you doing?! Bit close eh, Macca? You wanna kiss me or something?" John says snarkily trying to get a laugh out of Paul only to be met with a beared McCartney on the verge of tears.
"What happened to you...Johnny?" Paul strains out as his cheeks flush from the way he's straining to not cry while his nails dig into John's shirt feeling his now boney shoulder. John stares as his eyebrows furrow in confusion "Paul what are you talking about? I'm still Joh-"
John couldn't even finish before Paul started shaking him whilst screaming in a hoarse voice "YOU'RE NOT JOHN LENNON!" John stumbles back dizzily gripping his head in his hand before looking up at Paul in shock through his glasses.
Paul let's out a sob as he points at John before continuing, "YOU'RE NOT MY JOHN! MY JOHN IS THE ONE WITH THE CHUBBY SOFT CHEEKS AND PLUMP BELLY, THE ONE WHO MADE CRUDE JOKES AND MADE US LAUGH-" McCartney screamed now shaking like a leaf as tears run freely down his cheeks John couldn't speak...he just stared with wide eyes as Paul continued breaking down, his eyes flashing through memories of the John he knew, the John he remembered, HIS John, "THE JOHN I KNEW IN HAMBURG AND LIVERPOOL, THE ONE WHO MADE BIRDS TURN THEIR HEADS AND SCREAM, THE JOHN WHO WAS FULL OF FIRE AND A BURNING PASSION, THE ONE WITH SHORT BUT MESSY HAIR, THE ONE WH-" Paul got cut of as John mutters something under his breath whilst looking down at his feet. "Sorry?" Paul stammers out as he sniffles and looks over at John.
"I said, HE'S GONE!" John screams as tears prick the corners of his eyes, Paul recoils in on himself as he gasps beforr slowly extending a trembling hand to John only to lower it completely distraught.
"HE'S DEAD AND GONE PAUL, NEVER TO COME BACK! I'VE CHANGED PAUL AND MAYBE IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN HOW TO GROW UP AND ACCEPT THE FACT WE'RE NOT GOING TO STAY TOGETHER! WE'RE TIRED PAUL!" John scowls as he turns around and leaves with Yoko who was just sitting there uncomfortably not wanting to get involved with the fighting. It wasn't a fight worth saving anyways, they were too far gone and she knew it.
Paul just stands there shaking like a leaf before breaking down into tears as he collapses onto the ground, that's when he knew...they were near the end, and it hurt...