Don't Bother Me Ch.3
A/N: This took me a helluva long time to complete
When Paul woke up, he smiled. Chris had woke up in the middle of the night, probably cold or something. She was on her side facing him in the fetal position, her head buried in his chest. He began to stroke her hair, hoping that they could stay that way forever. Chris stirred, looked up at him and gave him a small kiss. Paul smiled and pulled her closer to him. She smells like..chocolate! Paul realized, slightly shocked. He always thought she would smell as bad as she looked half the time. Oh well, it's cute... he thought and smiled again. he looked at the clock and cursed, it was 2:30 PM! "Chrissy, we have to wake up." he said, trying to wake her.
"Why" she mumbled, half asleep
"Your dad'll get suspicious." he told her.
"Let them..." she grumbled and nuzzled against him
"I can't. I'm two years older than you, for Pete's sake!" he said, stretching and sitting up, she threw her arms around his waist, her face in his lap.
"But Paulie bird...I'm still tired" she grumbled into his thigh.
"I am too, but we have to get you home for at least a few minutes." he said and yawned. She looked up at him, her face was dirty. 'You have to get a shower." he said and tried to stand up, she wasn't letting go of him.
"Only if you come with." she told him and stood yup, her arms still around his waist.
Paul grinned "Fine." he led her to his bathroom and locked the door behind him.
"You naughty boy, you. Taking a shower with a young, venerable girl. I am appalled at you!" she mocked and looked at herself in the mirror "When did I get that dirty?" she wondered aloud then looked at Paul's dirt-covered shirt "oh...gross"
Paul laughed and took the offending piece of clothing off then turned the shower on, making sure it was hot. He turned to Chris and looked at her. "You first, I won't look." he said and turned around.
"Whaddaya mean 'You first?' " she asked and hugged him from behind. "I meant both of us first"
"What about George?" he asked, blushing, and turned back around, noting the she had taken her shirt off as well and was standing there in dirty baggy jeans and a bra, her hair incredibly messy.
"What about him?" she asked and stood on her tiptoes so she could kiss him again.
"He...he loves you, Chris..." He stuttered and pulled away from her.
"But so do you...Ah! The water's getting cold! Hurry before it turns to ice!" she said childishly, forgetting what had just happened and stripped as Paul watched, unable to tear his eyes away. "Come on!" she whined at him and jumped into the shower.
"O-okay" he said, slightly shocked at what just happened. He obeyed, stripped and got in after her, soon they were sitting on the tub floor. He was washing her hair and she was scrubbing his chest, his back was faced tword the shower head. She began to sing "Rock and Roll music" He joined in and soon their voices were heard all through the house. Thank god Jim was at work that Saturday.
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At 3 they went to Chris's house to check in with her father and get her camera. They went back out again after making a call to John and George, telling him to meet them at the school playground.
When they got there the two were deeply engrossed in a conversation about something that had to do with guitars. Chris snapped a picture and the two were suddenly aware of their audience. George snapped his head up and smiled when he saw Chris. “Hey! When did you get here?”
“An hour ago, but Paulie Bird and I decided we better not disturb you two giggling schoolgirls.” she teased and looked at John then snapped another photo of the two, George looking like a child on Christmas morning and John with such a grimace that you’d think the photographer had done something terrible to him.
“John, cheer up!” George told him, but John just looked away from Chris and lit up a fag.
“Oh yeah! Last night!” Chris remembered and gave her camera to Paul. He looked confused for a second but smiled when he realized what she was about to do. She strutted over to John and pulled him down to her level so she could give him a quick kiss. Once they connected, however, John deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. Paul laughed and snapped a picture of the two snogging. He then looked at George, who’s face was filled with a distressing mixture of hate, disgust, and sadness. A second or two later, Chris tried to pull away, but couldn’t. She whimpered, Paul and George then pried John off her. When she was free she jumped back a yard or two, wiping her mouth
“What?” John asked, confused and slightly angry.
“Well, yes, that’s all very nice...but...damn John! You taste like smoke and alcohol! That’s...well that’s disgusting, that is!” she said, wiping her lips and tongue with her jacket sleeve.
John looked extremely confused “What was that then!?” he asked, now angry because he couldn’t figure it out, Paul looked amused but George looked angry and a bit hurt.
“Initiation. You’re one of me birds now, Johnny bird. The rule is, if you find out I’m a girl within a month of knowing me, you get a kiss and become a bird. Finding me out is quite a hard task, John. I have some friends I met a year ago who still think I’m a boy. The only boys who’ve found out is George and Paul, and now you.” she told him as though it were common sense, still trying to get the taste of him out of her mouth.
“That’s...that’s the DUMBEST thing I’ve ever heard!” he shouted, angrier now. “What’s the point of being a fuckin bird anyway!?”
“I can kiss you any time I want, You can come over to my house at anytime at all, even 2AM, sleep in my room with me without me dad caring, If anybody screws with you my brothers and I will beat them to a pulp, and if you ask me, I like that kissing part best. Lay off the drugs though, Johnny Bird, ruins a good taste.” She said, desperately wishing for a drink.
“Oh...kiss me now then?” he said, happier now that he understood, and also happier to be able to do whatever he wished with her, it seemed.
“You wish, don’t you get it? You taste like burnt toast, man! Clean yerself up sometime!” she said, angry now that she could still taste him, Paul snickered and George was still a bit miffed. They let go of John now, making him fall down. Chris took her camera back from Paul and took a picture of John.
“George...uh...can I...talk to you?” Paul asked, almost afraid. He nodded and Paul lead him a few yards away so that they were out of earshot. Chris looked at them strangely, they looked as though they were fighting.
"Did I...do something wrong?" John said, confused once more.
"I...um...no...I...maybe...?" Chris stated, clearly as confused as John, then smacked her forehead with the ball of her palm. "OF COURSE!" she stated rather loudly.
"What?" John was even more confused now, frankly it was making him angry. he got up and went to stand by Chris, both of them staring at the fighting boys.
"He's...Jealous." She stated slowly, her eyes wide. John looked over to her, then back at George.
"Why the hell would he be jealous? He doesn't seem like a Jealous Guy...that means he loves you, right? but....you don't love him too...right?" John Mumbled, still not aware of the real situation. Just then George looked at him, eyes bright. Both of them were even more confused at this sudden change in attitude. Paul looked at John then, mirroring the confusion clearly written across his face.
"What the hell was that, man? You had me worri-" Chris started as George walked back over to them, hugged her close to him, and kissed her greedily. She didn't respond at first, due to her shock at his sudden daringness, but after a second she returned his kiss, just because she felt like it. John couldn't take his eyes off them, much to his discomfort.
What does he have that I don't have? Why do I find her so...attractive? She looks like a boy! ...I'm no damned queer! He thought angrily to himself, a grimace growing on his face. Paul walked over the them and looked at John, seeing his expression drove fear into him.
"John...are you...alright?" Paul asked him quietly, not wishing to disturb the youngest of them at the moment.
"What?" he asked, caught off guard. "Yeah...I'm...I'm fine." he said and began to walk off.
Chris broke away from George, much to his dissapointment. "John? I'm sorry." She began to go after him.
"No, just...augh...just stay with George." he said, not bothering to turn around or stop.
"but..." she started and touched his arm, he swung around, revealing his angry features.
"Piss off!" he yelled, not bothering to make some smart remark. He turned back around and ran off the playground and home. Paul and George just stared. Chris stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked to her house so she could think about what just happened, not bothering to take the two left with her. They began to talk to one another and went to Paul's.
What the hell just happened? they all asked themselve several times that day
When Paul woke up, he smiled. Chris had woke up in the middle of the night, probably cold or something. She was on her side facing him in the fetal position, her head buried in his chest. He began to stroke her hair, hoping that they could stay that way forever. Chris stirred, looked up at him and gave him a small kiss. Paul smiled and pulled her closer to him. She smells like..chocolate! Paul realized, slightly shocked. He always thought she would smell as bad as she looked half the time. Oh well, it's cute... he thought and smiled again. he looked at the clock and cursed, it was 2:30 PM! "Chrissy, we have to wake up." he said, trying to wake her.
"Why" she mumbled, half asleep
"Your dad'll get suspicious." he told her.
"Let them..." she grumbled and nuzzled against him
"I can't. I'm two years older than you, for Pete's sake!" he said, stretching and sitting up, she threw her arms around his waist, her face in his lap.
"But Paulie bird...I'm still tired" she grumbled into his thigh.
"I am too, but we have to get you home for at least a few minutes." he said and yawned. She looked up at him, her face was dirty. 'You have to get a shower." he said and tried to stand up, she wasn't letting go of him.
"Only if you come with." she told him and stood yup, her arms still around his waist.
Paul grinned "Fine." he led her to his bathroom and locked the door behind him.
"You naughty boy, you. Taking a shower with a young, venerable girl. I am appalled at you!" she mocked and looked at herself in the mirror "When did I get that dirty?" she wondered aloud then looked at Paul's dirt-covered shirt "oh...gross"
Paul laughed and took the offending piece of clothing off then turned the shower on, making sure it was hot. He turned to Chris and looked at her. "You first, I won't look." he said and turned around.
"Whaddaya mean 'You first?' " she asked and hugged him from behind. "I meant both of us first"
"What about George?" he asked, blushing, and turned back around, noting the she had taken her shirt off as well and was standing there in dirty baggy jeans and a bra, her hair incredibly messy.
"What about him?" she asked and stood on her tiptoes so she could kiss him again.
"He...he loves you, Chris..." He stuttered and pulled away from her.
"But so do you...Ah! The water's getting cold! Hurry before it turns to ice!" she said childishly, forgetting what had just happened and stripped as Paul watched, unable to tear his eyes away. "Come on!" she whined at him and jumped into the shower.
"O-okay" he said, slightly shocked at what just happened. He obeyed, stripped and got in after her, soon they were sitting on the tub floor. He was washing her hair and she was scrubbing his chest, his back was faced tword the shower head. She began to sing "Rock and Roll music" He joined in and soon their voices were heard all through the house. Thank god Jim was at work that Saturday.
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At 3 they went to Chris's house to check in with her father and get her camera. They went back out again after making a call to John and George, telling him to meet them at the school playground.
When they got there the two were deeply engrossed in a conversation about something that had to do with guitars. Chris snapped a picture and the two were suddenly aware of their audience. George snapped his head up and smiled when he saw Chris. “Hey! When did you get here?”
“An hour ago, but Paulie Bird and I decided we better not disturb you two giggling schoolgirls.” she teased and looked at John then snapped another photo of the two, George looking like a child on Christmas morning and John with such a grimace that you’d think the photographer had done something terrible to him.
“John, cheer up!” George told him, but John just looked away from Chris and lit up a fag.
“Oh yeah! Last night!” Chris remembered and gave her camera to Paul. He looked confused for a second but smiled when he realized what she was about to do. She strutted over to John and pulled him down to her level so she could give him a quick kiss. Once they connected, however, John deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. Paul laughed and snapped a picture of the two snogging. He then looked at George, who’s face was filled with a distressing mixture of hate, disgust, and sadness. A second or two later, Chris tried to pull away, but couldn’t. She whimpered, Paul and George then pried John off her. When she was free she jumped back a yard or two, wiping her mouth
“What?” John asked, confused and slightly angry.
“Well, yes, that’s all very nice...but...damn John! You taste like smoke and alcohol! That’s...well that’s disgusting, that is!” she said, wiping her lips and tongue with her jacket sleeve.
John looked extremely confused “What was that then!?” he asked, now angry because he couldn’t figure it out, Paul looked amused but George looked angry and a bit hurt.
“Initiation. You’re one of me birds now, Johnny bird. The rule is, if you find out I’m a girl within a month of knowing me, you get a kiss and become a bird. Finding me out is quite a hard task, John. I have some friends I met a year ago who still think I’m a boy. The only boys who’ve found out is George and Paul, and now you.” she told him as though it were common sense, still trying to get the taste of him out of her mouth.
“That’s...that’s the DUMBEST thing I’ve ever heard!” he shouted, angrier now. “What’s the point of being a fuckin bird anyway!?”
“I can kiss you any time I want, You can come over to my house at anytime at all, even 2AM, sleep in my room with me without me dad caring, If anybody screws with you my brothers and I will beat them to a pulp, and if you ask me, I like that kissing part best. Lay off the drugs though, Johnny Bird, ruins a good taste.” She said, desperately wishing for a drink.
“Oh...kiss me now then?” he said, happier now that he understood, and also happier to be able to do whatever he wished with her, it seemed.
“You wish, don’t you get it? You taste like burnt toast, man! Clean yerself up sometime!” she said, angry now that she could still taste him, Paul snickered and George was still a bit miffed. They let go of John now, making him fall down. Chris took her camera back from Paul and took a picture of John.
“George...uh...can I...talk to you?” Paul asked, almost afraid. He nodded and Paul lead him a few yards away so that they were out of earshot. Chris looked at them strangely, they looked as though they were fighting.
"Did I...do something wrong?" John said, confused once more.
"I...um...no...I...maybe...?" Chris stated, clearly as confused as John, then smacked her forehead with the ball of her palm. "OF COURSE!" she stated rather loudly.
"What?" John was even more confused now, frankly it was making him angry. he got up and went to stand by Chris, both of them staring at the fighting boys.
"He's...Jealous." She stated slowly, her eyes wide. John looked over to her, then back at George.
"Why the hell would he be jealous? He doesn't seem like a Jealous Guy...that means he loves you, right? but....you don't love him too...right?" John Mumbled, still not aware of the real situation. Just then George looked at him, eyes bright. Both of them were even more confused at this sudden change in attitude. Paul looked at John then, mirroring the confusion clearly written across his face.
"What the hell was that, man? You had me worri-" Chris started as George walked back over to them, hugged her close to him, and kissed her greedily. She didn't respond at first, due to her shock at his sudden daringness, but after a second she returned his kiss, just because she felt like it. John couldn't take his eyes off them, much to his discomfort.
What does he have that I don't have? Why do I find her so...attractive? She looks like a boy! ...I'm no damned queer! He thought angrily to himself, a grimace growing on his face. Paul walked over the them and looked at John, seeing his expression drove fear into him.
"John...are you...alright?" Paul asked him quietly, not wishing to disturb the youngest of them at the moment.
"What?" he asked, caught off guard. "Yeah...I'm...I'm fine." he said and began to walk off.
Chris broke away from George, much to his dissapointment. "John? I'm sorry." She began to go after him.
"No, just...augh...just stay with George." he said, not bothering to turn around or stop.
"but..." she started and touched his arm, he swung around, revealing his angry features.
"Piss off!" he yelled, not bothering to make some smart remark. He turned back around and ran off the playground and home. Paul and George just stared. Chris stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked to her house so she could think about what just happened, not bothering to take the two left with her. They began to talk to one another and went to Paul's.
What the hell just happened? they all asked themselve several times that day