The Art 6/?
Title: The Art Part 6/?
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: We own nothing, for we do not own a Beatle.... sadly.
Authors' Notes: Really long, under the spoiler.
[Authors' Note]So you've been a wonderful patient audience. I commend thee. I will be talking singularly today. Because the lack of updates is my fault indeed. I have been just too damn busy like you couldn't believe. And teeth pulling GAAAAAAAH. And I'm the sole possessor of all the drafts, so she couldn't update. So.... to make a very long story short, it's my fault :/
Paul was waiting for John where they had agreed to meet, on the street Paul had stopped him, in front of the funny bookstore. He watched as the cars passes by. It was cold and damp and he pulled his jacket closer around himself.
He waited another few minutes and then he saw John's figure walking toward him.
"Hey," Paul greeted.
John nodded in recognition of Paul. "Hey."
Paul moved over to John and they started to walk.
"Where are we going?" Paul asked.
"Nowhere really. Just walking. It's a nice night," John replied.
Paul nodded, "Yeah it is."
There was a long pause before John spoke.
"So, are you in college?" John asked.
"Yeah," Paul replied.
"What you going in for?"
"Dunno, I was going to be a doctor for a while, but medical school is ridiculously expensive. So now I don't know what to be, and this is my third year and apparently I really need to make a decision," Paul said.
"What if you don't?" John asked.
"I don't know, stop going to college? I can't really afford it even, I'm up to my ears in debt," Paul sighed. "What about you?"
John nodded, "I'm in art school."
Paul couldn't help but laugh, "Art school? Seriously? Could you be more impractical?"
John glared at him, "Well it's a lot better than not knowing what to be."
Paul's face dropped.
"I want to major in architecture," John said.
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
"What else do you do? Any hobbies?" Paul asked, trying to change the subject.
"Music, I play guitar," John added.
Paul smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah, I'm not that good, and I can't tune it myself, but I play."
"I do too," Paul said. "And I can tune it."
"Well aren't you something special?" John replied.
Paul rolled his eyes playfully, "I'll show you how to some time."
"Really?" John inquired.
"Yeah, it's really not that difficult. I don't see how you can't do it."
John gently punched Paul in the shoulder, "And I don't know why you can't stop being a prick."
Paul glared at him, "Back at you."
"What me?"
"Yes, you."
"So....... changing the subject, any music you like?"
"Like I've told you mostly old stuff, but some 80's stuff is pretty decent."
John nodded, "The 80s were okay for music, but not my favorite."
"The 70s were worse though."
John nodded in agreement. "But what do you play? Like on your guitar?"
"Just rock standards nothing fancy jeez. Since when do you like music so much?"
"Music, it's almost my life. I love it."
"Music isn't that great. It's better left as a hobby."
"Come on haven't you ever dreamed of being part of a rock group or something?"
"No, I prefer to keep my dreams practical."
"Where's the fun it that?" John asked exasperated.
"There isn't much, but you know, not being in debt sounds like fun."
John rolled his eyes, "Didn't you ever dream of being something ridiculous when you were growing up?"
"Yeah," Paul said.
"What?"
"I don't know, loads of different things."
"Like...." John prompted.
"A doctor, there," Paul said this quickly.
"Well that's very creative," John said sarcastically.
Paul felt his throat tighten. "Well what about you?"
"What about me? Being in a rock band, it's still my dream."
"Then why are you in architecture?"
"My aunt wants me to do something sensible that will be a steady job. But where's the fun in a stable career?"
"A steady income."
John looked at Paul in disbelief. "What is it with you and this slight fixation with money?"
"Well being a working class kind of guy money means a stable life."
John didn't know what to say then, he never had to really worry about finances and stuff like that. But obviously Paul did, which suddenly explained a lot.
"Have you ever worried about money?" Paul asked, he was fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, not meeting John's gaze.
"No," John said.
Paul smirked to himself, "I didn't think so."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing I suppose," Paul said, shifting his weight, "It's just you've never lived pay check to pay check."
"You're right, I haven't."
"It's not easy. But look at you, you're middle class, I bet your shoes still have the soles on them," he said motioning to John's feet.
John gave Paul a questioning look.
"Mine are almost worn through," he clarified.
"R-really?" John had never really met a person like Paul in either life style, or just him in general.
"Yeah, I've been needing to buy some new shoes for a while now. I keep trying to go to discount stores looking for a decent pair. I just haven't had the time," he replied matter-of-factly.
John nodded, he just didn't know what to say.
"We're pretty close to where I live," Paul said.
John nodded.
"I better be getting home."
"Oh?", John couldn't understand what had just happened..
"Um, see you?"
"I.. What.. Are you- " But he couldn't finish his question, for he was interrupted by Paul.
"I am, yeah," Paul said and winked.
John smiled at him but he saw something really odd in Paul.
Paul lifted his arm and touched John slightly on his shoulder "See you around then"
"Yeah, Bye," John watched Paul walk away. He then turned around and started to walk home, trying to figure this complicated guy out.
Authors: imabeatlemaniac, bbgirlz
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: We own nothing, for we do not own a Beatle.... sadly.
Authors' Notes: Really long, under the spoiler.
[Authors' Note]So you've been a wonderful patient audience. I commend thee. I will be talking singularly today. Because the lack of updates is my fault indeed. I have been just too damn busy like you couldn't believe. And teeth pulling GAAAAAAAH. And I'm the sole possessor of all the drafts, so she couldn't update. So.... to make a very long story short, it's my fault :/
Paul was waiting for John where they had agreed to meet, on the street Paul had stopped him, in front of the funny bookstore. He watched as the cars passes by. It was cold and damp and he pulled his jacket closer around himself.
He waited another few minutes and then he saw John's figure walking toward him.
"Hey," Paul greeted.
John nodded in recognition of Paul. "Hey."
Paul moved over to John and they started to walk.
"Where are we going?" Paul asked.
"Nowhere really. Just walking. It's a nice night," John replied.
Paul nodded, "Yeah it is."
There was a long pause before John spoke.
"So, are you in college?" John asked.
"Yeah," Paul replied.
"What you going in for?"
"Dunno, I was going to be a doctor for a while, but medical school is ridiculously expensive. So now I don't know what to be, and this is my third year and apparently I really need to make a decision," Paul said.
"What if you don't?" John asked.
"I don't know, stop going to college? I can't really afford it even, I'm up to my ears in debt," Paul sighed. "What about you?"
John nodded, "I'm in art school."
Paul couldn't help but laugh, "Art school? Seriously? Could you be more impractical?"
John glared at him, "Well it's a lot better than not knowing what to be."
Paul's face dropped.
"I want to major in architecture," John said.
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
"What else do you do? Any hobbies?" Paul asked, trying to change the subject.
"Music, I play guitar," John added.
Paul smiled, "Really?"
"Yeah, I'm not that good, and I can't tune it myself, but I play."
"I do too," Paul said. "And I can tune it."
"Well aren't you something special?" John replied.
Paul rolled his eyes playfully, "I'll show you how to some time."
"Really?" John inquired.
"Yeah, it's really not that difficult. I don't see how you can't do it."
John gently punched Paul in the shoulder, "And I don't know why you can't stop being a prick."
Paul glared at him, "Back at you."
"What me?"
"Yes, you."
"So....... changing the subject, any music you like?"
"Like I've told you mostly old stuff, but some 80's stuff is pretty decent."
John nodded, "The 80s were okay for music, but not my favorite."
"The 70s were worse though."
John nodded in agreement. "But what do you play? Like on your guitar?"
"Just rock standards nothing fancy jeez. Since when do you like music so much?"
"Music, it's almost my life. I love it."
"Music isn't that great. It's better left as a hobby."
"Come on haven't you ever dreamed of being part of a rock group or something?"
"No, I prefer to keep my dreams practical."
"Where's the fun it that?" John asked exasperated.
"There isn't much, but you know, not being in debt sounds like fun."
John rolled his eyes, "Didn't you ever dream of being something ridiculous when you were growing up?"
"Yeah," Paul said.
"What?"
"I don't know, loads of different things."
"Like...." John prompted.
"A doctor, there," Paul said this quickly.
"Well that's very creative," John said sarcastically.
Paul felt his throat tighten. "Well what about you?"
"What about me? Being in a rock band, it's still my dream."
"Then why are you in architecture?"
"My aunt wants me to do something sensible that will be a steady job. But where's the fun in a stable career?"
"A steady income."
John looked at Paul in disbelief. "What is it with you and this slight fixation with money?"
"Well being a working class kind of guy money means a stable life."
John didn't know what to say then, he never had to really worry about finances and stuff like that. But obviously Paul did, which suddenly explained a lot.
"Have you ever worried about money?" Paul asked, he was fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, not meeting John's gaze.
"No," John said.
Paul smirked to himself, "I didn't think so."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing I suppose," Paul said, shifting his weight, "It's just you've never lived pay check to pay check."
"You're right, I haven't."
"It's not easy. But look at you, you're middle class, I bet your shoes still have the soles on them," he said motioning to John's feet.
John gave Paul a questioning look.
"Mine are almost worn through," he clarified.
"R-really?" John had never really met a person like Paul in either life style, or just him in general.
"Yeah, I've been needing to buy some new shoes for a while now. I keep trying to go to discount stores looking for a decent pair. I just haven't had the time," he replied matter-of-factly.
John nodded, he just didn't know what to say.
"We're pretty close to where I live," Paul said.
John nodded.
"I better be getting home."
"Oh?", John couldn't understand what had just happened..
"Um, see you?"
"I.. What.. Are you- " But he couldn't finish his question, for he was interrupted by Paul.
"I am, yeah," Paul said and winked.
John smiled at him but he saw something really odd in Paul.
Paul lifted his arm and touched John slightly on his shoulder "See you around then"
"Yeah, Bye," John watched Paul walk away. He then turned around and started to walk home, trying to figure this complicated guy out.