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The Beatles had just finished playing a show and boy howdy were they exhausted. The SECOND that curtain dropped over those boys they were tossing drumsticks, throwing guitars, and chucking microphones. They were finally done for a bit after a whole week of doing shows. Now they could finally relax for a day, or two if they reasoned with their date manager, but that's a tomorrow issue to deal with. For now, tonight's issue was the tension in the air between two boys.
John found himself at the back of the building, having a smoke alone. The night was a bit chilly, but he didn't mind. The breeze felt great after being on that hot cramped stage, side by side with Paul. Paul, that pretty boy. Where was Paul anyway? Probably dealing with all the birds backstage trying to seduce him. John let out a “Tsk.” as he dropped his cigarette butt and stamped it into the cold ground.
Him and Paul had recently gotten into an argument. Not a great one either. Paul and John were a little situationship for around a year or two now. The other two boys knew they were close, geo’ even suspecting more, but more importantly the fans never suspected a thing. Sure there had been some interviewers asking about their relationship, but they had always nervously laughed and brushed it off with “were like brothers..!”. Paul had let one of those mindless chicks get him off a couple days ago, in his and John's hotel room! John was furious when he had accidentally walked in on them, yelling at Paul to take his birds somewhere else for that, not expressing the pure jealousy that boiled in through his blood. Besides, what was Paul even thinking anyways? He knew John would find them. He wasn't thinking.
John zoned back in, inhaling sharply as he heard footsteps echoing through the hallway and up to the back door. Just little Ringo, probably here for a smoke as well. There were more footsteps as a very grumpy (and tired) George followed him through the door. Ringo was smiling and laughed at George for reasons John couldn't tell you.
“Ay.. Johny? You got anything on ye?” Ringo asked, obviously referring to the scent of fresh smoke he smelled from John earlier.
“Yea. just take the rest.” John said quietly as he rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a small half empty box and handing it to Ringo
“Hey, thanks.” Ringo replied, taking one out and holding it to George, who had a lighter. George lit it without saying anything, standing oddly close to Ringo.
“What's with you..?” George finally said after a bit of silence, putting the lighter back in his pocket. “What's on your mind? It looks busy.”
“Oh, nothin’. Just tired from tonight, yea? I think I might head to..” The thought of returning to that hotel room made his stomach drop. He didn't want to see or hear or even think of Paul with any more women. John wasn't the type for groupies and shit like that, though he occasionally participated, either drunk or high or both, and always with Paul. It wasn't gay to shag girls in the same room as your situationship, right?
“..to. Uh. The hotel.. Not quite ready to sleep yet.. Probably gon’ go get a drink.
(to be continued I promise!)