People Are Strange: Chapter Three
Title: People Are Strange
Couple: Paul/Jim Morrison, Paul/George, George/Mystery Guest[I just couldn't resist, no hating :])
Rating:PG-13
Warnings:Drugs, cursing, sexual ideas
Plot: Paul McCartney[18] is having trouble writing a song. George Harrison[17] invites him to see a unknown band from America; The Doors. George is afraid that Paul might fall in love with the lead singer Jim Morrison[19]. After Jim and Paul meet, Jim invites Paul to a party,get's him high and tells him to breakup with George
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"Paul, you want?" asked the boy left to him. Paul shook his head. Jim; who was on the other side of the room eyed Paul. He walked over moments later.
"You haven't tried one yet?" the boy asked. Paul shook his head.
"I don't even know what that is. So, no"
"It's just a joint. it won't kill you" Jim rolled one up and handed it to Paul. "it's like a cigarette. You take it out faster though, it burns out quicker"
An hour later Paul was seeing things. He saw a stripping-doing what they do best- on the stairs, a drag queen and colors going off and on the walls. He was talking rather odd as well by not finishing his sentances, talking like a five year old and cursing innocent people out. Jim smiled when he saw Paul finally give up and fell on the stairs. Jim walked over to the dazed boy and helped him up. Paul looked at Jim; but saw George.
"I thought you hated me, Geo" Paul held onto him.
"Geo?" Jim laughed "It's Jim"
"Jim" Paul groaned "I'm so tired. I s-s-s-sh-should go home..."
"No just lay in my bed" Jim helped Paul up the stairs.
"I need to call G-e-George" Paul hit himself in the head when he couldn't get the word out.
"You should..." Jim sat Paul on the bed. "You should tell him that you're with me now. You don't want him anymore"
"I s-should?"
"Yes. He doesn't love you like I do" Jim kissed Paul's cheek lightly.
"He-He doesn't l-l-l-lo-lov-love me?"
"No" Jim played with Paul's tshirt. "He doesn't care about you"
"He doesn't care?"
"Not one bit" Jim smiled when Paul grabbed the telephone. He dialed the numbers in lazily and put the phone by his ear.
"Hello?"
"G-Ge-George. We need to talk"
"About?"
"We need to-end"
"End?"
"Breaku-p"
"W-Why?!"
"You don't care abo-about me"
"Paul you sound drunk" George said, scared.
"I ain't d-drunk" Paul growled "We need to end"
"Pau-"
Paul threw the phone to the wall, angry and unsatisfied about what he just did. Jim kissed Paul's hair and then his ear. Paul shivered and moved more on the bed. Jim got up, closed the door when he saw Ray's shadow come near, he locked the door and got back on the bed. Paul closed his eyes and opened them again. Jim was untieing Paul's shoes. Paul growled quietly. Jim smiled up at him and pulled his shoes off.
"You need some rest"
"N-No I don't! I don't need any bloody rest" Paul mumbled.
"I know how you feel right now. Breaking up with somebody is hard" Jim sat next to him. "You want to punch somebody in the face, hang yourself and also do somebody"
"H-Huh?" Paul asked, puzzled.
"You heard me" Jim looked at Paul "You're sexually fustrated it's not even funny"
"Am not"
"Yeah you are" Jim started to unbutton Paul's top. "You're tired of waiting for sex, you want it"
"No"
"Yes" Jim nodded. "Stop your lieing"
"I do-I really do. But I don't" Paul got under the covers. Jim wrapped his arms around Paul's waist and kissed up his neck. Paul shivered. Jim got out of his bed, and went to his dresser. He grabbed his bottle of wine and went back to the bed.
"Drink this with me" Jim opened the bottle and handed it to Paul. "I need to get rid of this bottle so I can buy a new one soon"
Paul grabbed the bottle and drank some of it. Jim grabbed a cup from the side of the bed and poured the wine in the cup. Paul got closer to Jim so he could have the bottle. Jim smiled as Paul grabbed the bottle and had the liquid swish around in his throat. Burning his insides. Jim grabbed the now empty bottle and threw it out. Paul held Jim close; so they wouldn't fall. Paul was drunk, Jim could tell. Paul grabbed the phone again.
"I need to call George and tell him I'm sorry. I'm such a wanker for what I just did" Paul felt guilty all of a sudden. Breaking up with George wasn't a good thing. He wanted to graduate school and live the rest of his life with his boyfriend.
"No" Jim grabbed the phone. "Do not call him"
"Why?"
"He would think your desperate" Jim put the phone is the closet and got back in the bed. "Now, listen"
"W-What is it?' Paul asked.
"You've made my day Mr. McCartney"
"I have?"
"Yes, your the only one who made me laugh and smile this week" Jim smiled. Paul nodded.
"You're welcome"
In Abbey Road Studios a new band was suddenly being discovered, by Brian of course. These five men signed the contract and ran right into the studio where John, George and Richie were. The boys stopped. The three Beatles got up, knowing they now needed to leave and wait to have a small party in the studio. George grabbed his acoustic guitar, that he took everywhere with him. He looked down and bumped into somebody.
"Oh I'm sorry" George looked up. He dropped his guitar when he looked up at the boy in front of him. He was insanely gorgous, short black hair, green eyes, 5'11'', skinny as a tooth pick. He picked up George's guitar.
"I- I should of been looking" George bit his lower lip. The tall boy laughed to himself.
"It's fine" he smiled. "I'm Jimmy Page"
"George Harrison"
"Nice too meet you, George" Jimmy smiled, he took out a small paper and handed it to George. "Call me if you want to hang out"
"Okay" George smiled and nodded fastly.
Paul walked in when Jimmy handed George the paper. He looked at George, who was smiling like an idiot. Jimmy looked up and walked off to the other members. George, was blushing like an school girl and walked out of the studio. John and Richie followed moments later. Paul stood there, glaring at the boy. He fixed the tuners on his guitar and laughed when the two other members started to chase each other in the studio. Brian walked in and walked into Paul.
"Paul, we don't need you today. Why are you here? And why do you stink like alcohol?"
"I wanted to come in today, I needed my bass. And because I drank last night, moron" Paul mumbled, still glaring at Jimmy who was now getting pushed around.
"Well get your bass and get out. These boys need to record"
"Whatever" Paul pushed passed Brian and the other boys, grabbing his bass. Everybody was quiet as Paul fell a few times. Jimmy looked over at him, confused. Paul glared at him before leaving. George looked at Paul, who slammed the door behind him. George looked down and started to play around with his guitar.
"Fucking prick" Paul mumbled at George before leaving the studio building. George bit his lower lip as John and Richie went after him. George put his guitar on the ground, and started to cry.