The Art 5/?
Title: The Art Part 5- I'm Sorry
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: We own absolutely nothing.
John stood for a moment, looking at Paul. What could he say? That he had just been putting Paul on? That he had never actually planned to go back there?
John looked into those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes. He could tell that Paul was trying to figure him out.
John *knew* that he owed Paul nothing. It wasn't like they were friends or anything like that. They barely even knew each other! He answered anyways.
"I had things to do. I didn't know that I *had* to go back," John said.
Paul was looking straight into his eyes and it was both soothing and intimidating. Mostly intimidating. Paul's lips immediately shaped into a silent "O", and said "I figured", a smirk forming on his lips
John was confused, figured what? That he had been busy or that he didn't know that he had to come back?
Paul couldn't help but laugh at John's confusion, "I was hoping to see you again"
John wiggled his eyebrows, "Oh, were you?"
Paul rolled his eyes "Will you let me finish, John?" and chuckled.
John was fascinated at how Paul could be so confident.
"So", Paul continued, "I was at a music store the other day and I saw this" he searched his pockets and took out a guitar pick. An Elvis guitar pick. "It's nothing, really. Cheap as hell, but I couldn't help myself and got it.. For you, of course, not for me"
John noticed how he was rambling, and smiled.
"So, here. Take it."
"And this is why you stopped me in the middle of the street?" John asked.
Paul's eyes widened, and John was amused.
"Hey!, what if I never saw you again?" He winked at John.
John didn't miss this, had this man just winked at him?
"Right" was the only thing John said.
Paul was really disappointed, he had hoped for a bit more excitement from John. He just hoped it wasn't obvious.
It was.
"Gotta get going then, my mates are waiting for me", John's glare was intense and questioning.
Paul didn't know what to say. How could he explain himself? What was he thinking buying a stupid thing for a stupid stranger? "See you around, then." He started walking when a voice stopped him.
"What about tomorrow night?" John called. Paul smiled widely. He turned around and John saw his smile, it was set.
"See you at 7?" John asked.
"Yeah, right here"
John smiled and while he lit a cigarette he said, "I'll be seeing you then," he winked and walked off into the crowd.
Paul watched as John walked away, with the distinct feeling that next day, was going to be different.
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: We own absolutely nothing.
John stood for a moment, looking at Paul. What could he say? That he had just been putting Paul on? That he had never actually planned to go back there?
John looked into those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes. He could tell that Paul was trying to figure him out.
John *knew* that he owed Paul nothing. It wasn't like they were friends or anything like that. They barely even knew each other! He answered anyways.
"I had things to do. I didn't know that I *had* to go back," John said.
Paul was looking straight into his eyes and it was both soothing and intimidating. Mostly intimidating. Paul's lips immediately shaped into a silent "O", and said "I figured", a smirk forming on his lips
John was confused, figured what? That he had been busy or that he didn't know that he had to come back?
Paul couldn't help but laugh at John's confusion, "I was hoping to see you again"
John wiggled his eyebrows, "Oh, were you?"
Paul rolled his eyes "Will you let me finish, John?" and chuckled.
John was fascinated at how Paul could be so confident.
"So", Paul continued, "I was at a music store the other day and I saw this" he searched his pockets and took out a guitar pick. An Elvis guitar pick. "It's nothing, really. Cheap as hell, but I couldn't help myself and got it.. For you, of course, not for me"
John noticed how he was rambling, and smiled.
"So, here. Take it."
"And this is why you stopped me in the middle of the street?" John asked.
Paul's eyes widened, and John was amused.
"Hey!, what if I never saw you again?" He winked at John.
John didn't miss this, had this man just winked at him?
"Right" was the only thing John said.
Paul was really disappointed, he had hoped for a bit more excitement from John. He just hoped it wasn't obvious.
It was.
"Gotta get going then, my mates are waiting for me", John's glare was intense and questioning.
Paul didn't know what to say. How could he explain himself? What was he thinking buying a stupid thing for a stupid stranger? "See you around, then." He started walking when a voice stopped him.
"What about tomorrow night?" John called. Paul smiled widely. He turned around and John saw his smile, it was set.
"See you at 7?" John asked.
"Yeah, right here"
John smiled and while he lit a cigarette he said, "I'll be seeing you then," he winked and walked off into the crowd.
Paul watched as John walked away, with the distinct feeling that next day, was going to be different.