People Are Strange: Chapter Five
Title: People Are Strange
Couple[s]: Paul/Jim Morrison, Paul/George
Plot: Paul McCartney[18] is having trouble writing a song. George Harrison[17] invites him to see an 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 him to a party, get's him high and tells him to break up with George. Then the fun begins...
Authors Note: Jimmy & the rest of the yardbirds will pop up back and then in the chapters :]
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Everybody but Paul and Jim took their seats. Paul was leaning against the car, smoking a joint and Jim was watching George, who was looking at them from the window. George's eyes widened as he saw what Paul was smoking. George was about to get up but Brian told him something that made George slide back in his seat. Moments later Jimmy and Jeff walked back with plates. Jimmy handed George the plate he had in his hand, George smiled, taking the plate. Jimmy sat back down and held George close. Paul looked at Jim and then at the ground. He threw the joint to the ground and asked Jim to roll up another one.
"Paul, you had five already" Jim frowned. "I think we should go in there, George is getting worried about you"
"No, I'm not going in there. Give me another..." Paul begged. Jim sighed and handed him another one. Paul lit it and put it in his mouth.
"Sometime you'll need to go in there" Jim blinked and looked at the helpless boy. Paul growled and threw the joint to the ground. He blew out the smoke and looked at Jim.
"I'm not sitting by them" Paul pointed out.
"Didn't say you had to" Jim took his hand. They walked in and everybody at the table looked at them. Brian stood up.
"We just got two more chairs for you"
"No, it's fine. Jim and I, we are going to sit somewhere else" Paul felt George's eyes looking at him. Brian nodded, sitting back down and ordered the people to bring the chairs back to the table they took them from. Jim walked Paul to a booth by the bathroom."Why are we sitting here?"
"Well you know smoked six joints and you will probably throw up?" Jim looked at Paul, who was holding his stomach. "Told you" Paul got up and ran to the bathroom. Jim followed moments later and rubbed his back.
"I'll go order for you Paul. I'll be back though"
"F-Fine" Paul grumbled. Jim left. The door opened moments later.
"Paul...You....You alright?" the soft voice asked. Paul looked up slowly to see George standing there in complete shock.
"I'm f-fine" Paul groaned. George ran over to Paul, taking a paper towel and wiped his mouth. Paul rested his head on George's shoulder.
"What did you eat?" George asked.
"Nothing..."
"Did you smoke?"
"Yes"
"What did you smoke?" George asked.
"A joint" Paul sighed "Well six..."
"Paul!" George sighed "What am I going to do with you?"
"Everything.." Paul held onto George. "I need you so much, right now"
"I'm here" George looked at the dazed, sick Paul.
"Never leave me...?" Paul kissed George's neck lightly and then rested against the bathroom stall.
"I'll never leave you" George smiled and wiped the rest of his mouth. Paul closed the bathroom stall door and kissed George.
Jim was sitting at the table, playing with the fork on the table. He waited and waited for Paul but he never came out of the bathroom. Jim got up and walked to the bathroom door where he heard gasps, panting and moaning. He opened the door quietly, looking at the bathroom stall which was closed and locked and then he looked at the shoes of the two boys.
"P-Paul" George gasped. Jim frowned, knowing they got back together.
"P-Pau-Paul!" George yelled. Jim watched the stall stopped shaking. The stall unlocked and Jim left. He left without even paying the guy.
"God damn it!" he growled.
Paul and George walked out moments later. Paul looked at the table and noticed Jim wasn't there. He frowned. "George, go sit at your table. I'm going to eat..." George nodded and walked of to his table to sit with Jimmy. Paul sat in his chair, upset. Why'd Jim leave? Was he tired? Was he sick of waiting for the waiter? Then the waiter came and set the food on the table. Paul closed his eyes.
What was it that Jim said to him before he left?
"I'll go order for you. I'll be back though"
"Oh no..." Paul sighed and hit his head against the wall.
Jim walked in on George and Paul.
After dinner, Paul walked to Jim's house. George was upset Paul was still going to hang out with Jim still even after he left without telling him. Paul stopped infront of his house. He didn't know what he was going to do, or say to Jim. He watched as the light from Jim's bedroom turned on. He took a deep breath before he slowly walked up to the door. He knocked on the door. He backed away, waiting. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and heard the door unlock. Jim opened the door, beer in his hand. He leaned against the door and looked at Paul.
"What?" he asked, coldly.
"Why'd you leave? The food was just coming" Paul fiddled with his thumbs.
"I wanted to leave"
"Jim..." Paul frowned.
"Yes?"
"Did you see?" Paul asked. Jim nodded. "Jim, I-"
"I don't want to hear it Paul McCartney" Jim put his beer down "You're just like the rest of them. The people who start liking somebody, but go back to their old boy or girlfriends. I hate them"
"Jim!" Paul yelled. Jim closed the door on Paul. Tears rolled down Paul's cheek.
Mounths past, birthday's and holidays past. Still no call from Jim Morrison. Paul stayed in bed, ignoring phone calls, friends wanting to see him, even ignoring the song he was supposed to write. He cried everynight, dreaming of Jim Morrison. The dreams everybody wanted to dream off. Those sexual, loving dreams. Paul's mother was afraid that Paul might commit suicide, so she kept him away from anything sharp. Paul never went back to school, he didn't go to his graduation, he didn't even go out with George on the nights George was off from recording or from his other job if the album didn't sell well. Nobody was aloud in his room. Everybody but Jim Morrison if he ever showed up. He even ripped up his pillow and mattress when he dreamt about Jim Morrison, it wasnt the sexual loving dream Paul wanted; it was Jim, his eyes dark, leaving Paul again.
There was something about Jim Morrison that even Paul couldn't figure out. He was just understanding and nice. He was sexy and ready to commit to anything. Paul couldn't stop thinking about him, and his parents wanted it to stop. Paul looked at the wall, the phone ringing, he ignored it and kept looking at the wall. His mother walked in and got the phone. He looked at her, She looked at him. and said:
"It's Jim"
"What?" Paul asked, sitting up.
"Jim Morrison is calling, asking for you" His mother handed him the phone. Paul grabbed the phone.
"H-Hello?"
"Paul" Jim's voice, clear.
"Jim..?" Paul asked.
"Paul, I missed not hearing your voice" Jim sighed. Paul smiled a little.
"How are you?"
"I'm great. The Doors have become very famous since we've played in England" Jim happily said. "We are going to be on Ed Sullivan tonight"
"Really? That's-That's amazing, Jim" Paul smiled. "I'm proud"
"I want to see you" Jim said.
"You're in America" Paul pointed out.
"Come visit" Jim said. "Please"
"I-I don't know Jim"
"I'll call you later, i need to go pratice"
"You never pratice" Paul pointed another one out.
"I know, so I guess I should stay on the phone with you then" Jim laughed. Paul smiled, turning his light on. He couldn't live without Jim and now he could live without any threats to death