JUST BREATHE [Chapter 1]
Originally posted byabba11starat JUST BREATHE [Chapter 1]
Title: JUST BREATHE
Author: Zsofia Vintage Luver [aka abba11star/Foxie11Heart]
Raiting: NC-17
Timeframe: Set in the 1951 but later on in the story has the setting of 1966 [even though technically 1951]
Pairing: Mainly John Lennon/Paul McCartney. But also as the story go's along more pairings including Pete Townshend, Keith Moon and even Jimmy Page and even Robert Plant.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE [aka characters] IN THIS FICTIONAL STORY.
Summary:
This story I am about to create is inspired by the song "Just Breathe" by Anna Nalick. It's about an 18 year old lad named Paul McCartney traveling to London to attend to the college "Art Institute of London" AIL. He meets some new friends, gets into a pretty fun, safe school…until he decides to take a walk outside of campus in the streets of London at 3 am at night to think-alone. One minute he is breathing in the cool London night air, looking out at the empty roads with just the street lights light echoing off the buildings, hand in pockets, minding his own business…the next minute he is forced to do everything what the gang "Hells Wanted Hoodlums", tells him to. The leader, 20 year old John Lennon and the boys of HWH uses Paul as his puppet , but will rebellious, slick John keep pulling the strings on this naïve, new bloke like the boys expect him to? Or start loosening the strings on his fingers for this unique individual for once?...
NOTE: This fictional story isn't just Beatle related! As you get deeper in the story, you will discover new characters [people] which are there to make the story all the better for my amazing audiece ;3...
Chapter 1
The bus had finally come after waiting for about almost a half hour waiting for it to arrive. Paul McCartney was so nervous for leaving his beloved father and brother, Mike to go off to the big city for school.
Paul breathed in the cold Liverpool air and turned to his dad smiling nervously. "Don't worry son, you'll do fine and have tons of fun. Never forget that you are your father's rotten son." His dad said jokingly while hugging his oldest son.
"I'll miss you so much dad." Paul said holding on to his only parent, wondering when the next time he will get to hug him like this. "I'll be home for Christmas don't forget that alright."
"Just keep your mum in your heart always alright son." Paul's dad said while patting his sons back, letting the hug go, "I always do dad, so that'll be no problem there."
Paul than turned to his younger brother Mike, "Finally he's off!" Mike said while spreading his hands up high to the heavens dramatically.
"Heh fuck off ya rotten bugger you." Paul said laughing at his brother's cheekiness.
"Heh heh 'ey come 'ere you, ya know I luv ya-sadly" Mike said while hugging his older brother chuckling, "Yea I sadly also regrettably have a soft spot for ya you git..." Paul said smiling, knowing that his brother was also smiling.
"Alright enough with this cuteness, off you go mate." Mike said letting his brother and patting Paul's shoulder.
The oldest son than nervously slumped his back pack over his shoulder while picking up his duffle bag, and guitar case and stepping on to the bus, but quickly turning around to wave good bye to his family, "Call me tonight that you got there alright ok!" his dad quickly shouted to him, "I will do so pops!" and smiled trustfully that he will.
The bus doors finally closed and the bus driver was a middle age man, typical bus driver. He was half bald, ginger hair, and giant side burns with a beer belly to top it all off, along with a huge tattoo with an anchor on his shoulder, he reminded Paul of one those typical 'jail breaks', but Paul knew judging the bugger won't change anything.
"Where to buddy, because the bus is heading to downtown London."
Paul just nodded while holding on to his back pack strap on his shoulder, "Yea thats where I'm heading off to."
"Ok, can I see your ticket than" Paul digged his pockets for the ticket and finally pulled it out, took him a while from the tightness of his jeans, his pockets were also pretty hard to put his hands in.
"'Ere you are." Paul said taking out the wrinkled ticket and handing him the ticket to the bus driver, Paul than got to see his name tag from him turning more towards to face Paul 'Tommy', his name tag read.
Tommy just looked at the ticket intently, bringing the ticket right up to his left eye, which Paul just noticed was a much more faded blue than his right eye… 'Defiantly jail break…' Paul thought in a way getting kind of awkward that this jail break looking bloke was bringing the ticket all the way up to his eyeball just to see if it was not a phony or already used up ticket.
"Hm…" he then took the ticket and looked at it from a 'normal' distance. "Are you one them no good punks going to London just to party and fool around…?"
Paul was in a way shocked that this arse would actually care why he was going to London in the first place.
"Um no actually 'Tommy'…in a matter of fact I'm going there for the exact opposite, jus so ya know. I'm going to London to go school at the 'Art Institute of London' if you have to know, which I'm pretty sure you don't." Paul said burning the older man, but in a quite relaxed way as if he didn't honestly give a fuck about this bloke, which he really didn't.
Tommy than just nodded his head and actually cracked a slow forming smile and handed the ticket back to Paul "I like you boy, you have good style. I can just tell you now you'll have a good time at AIL, me son goes there as well, it's his second year there now, good school alright."
"Thanks mate." Paul said also now smiling, realizing that this guy wasn't even half bad. " Ey who knows? I may run in to him while I'm there."
"You might just, now go sit down boy, it's a 4 hour drive alright."
"Ok sure yea." Paul said picking up his duffle bag along with his guitar and heading towards the back of the bus, apart from Paul there was only a little old lady sitting in the front, clenching on to her purse on her lap for dear life, and what looked like a junkie sitting somewhere in the middle, half asleep or half shot, on the entire tour bus.
Paul sat right next to the window and looked outside, his dad and Mike had left already, probably because for one it was 5 in the morning, and secondly it had started pouring rain.
Paul just leant against the cold window, and watched the road and houses pass by. Thankfully no one stopped to get on, just after about an hour the lady old lady stepped off, than about 20 minutes later the junkie basically slumped out of the bus, dragging his drunk self.
So Paul was the only one on the entire tour bus, head still leaning against the cold glass…thinking…first images of his dad ran through his mind, than his brother….than the beautiful image of his past mum coursed through his head...he remembered that every time he would get scared or nervous his mum would whisper 'Just breathe…just breathe Paulie…' oh so sweetly, and during the whole ride, he just sat there in the same position, apart from the one time in the third hour standing up to go the loo in the back. Aside from that he kept staring outside as time passed by.
Till farms and houses turned in to skyscrapers and buildings. Mail men, and children walking to school turned in to Business men holding their suitcases and young adults going to college or university.
It all became all so surreal for Paul, so many people his age, probably some having the same interests as him. The bus had finally came to a stop, right in front of the campus.
"Art Institute of London just ahead!" Tommy called to back, and Paul noticed the sun had shined out, it was all so perfect! He then put on his back pack and picked up his duffle bag along with his guitar.
"Ey before you leave! Have fun ok, and if you see me son tell him that I said 'behave and don't have too much fun' Tommy said laughing along with Paul.
"I will do so sir! What's his name exactly?"
"His name is Klaus Voormann alright."
"Ok take it easy!" Paul said stepping out of the bus.
"Have a good one!" Paul than stepped out in to the sunshine, wind blowing slightly, blowing his bangs to the side. He then breathed in the fresh London air and smiled. "This is it…" Paul than headed off to find his dorm.
Title: JUST BREATHE
Author: Zsofia Vintage Luver [aka abba11star/Foxie11Heart]
Raiting: NC-17
Timeframe: Set in the 1951 but later on in the story has the setting of 1966 [even though technically 1951]
Pairing: Mainly John Lennon/Paul McCartney. But also as the story go's along more pairings including Pete Townshend, Keith Moon and even Jimmy Page and even Robert Plant.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE [aka characters] IN THIS FICTIONAL STORY.
Summary:
This story I am about to create is inspired by the song "Just Breathe" by Anna Nalick. It's about an 18 year old lad named Paul McCartney traveling to London to attend to the college "Art Institute of London" AIL. He meets some new friends, gets into a pretty fun, safe school…until he decides to take a walk outside of campus in the streets of London at 3 am at night to think-alone. One minute he is breathing in the cool London night air, looking out at the empty roads with just the street lights light echoing off the buildings, hand in pockets, minding his own business…the next minute he is forced to do everything what the gang "Hells Wanted Hoodlums", tells him to. The leader, 20 year old John Lennon and the boys of HWH uses Paul as his puppet , but will rebellious, slick John keep pulling the strings on this naïve, new bloke like the boys expect him to? Or start loosening the strings on his fingers for this unique individual for once?...
NOTE: This fictional story isn't just Beatle related! As you get deeper in the story, you will discover new characters [people] which are there to make the story all the better for my amazing audiece ;3...
Chapter 1
The bus had finally come after waiting for about almost a half hour waiting for it to arrive. Paul McCartney was so nervous for leaving his beloved father and brother, Mike to go off to the big city for school.
Paul breathed in the cold Liverpool air and turned to his dad smiling nervously. "Don't worry son, you'll do fine and have tons of fun. Never forget that you are your father's rotten son." His dad said jokingly while hugging his oldest son.
"I'll miss you so much dad." Paul said holding on to his only parent, wondering when the next time he will get to hug him like this. "I'll be home for Christmas don't forget that alright."
"Just keep your mum in your heart always alright son." Paul's dad said while patting his sons back, letting the hug go, "I always do dad, so that'll be no problem there."
Paul than turned to his younger brother Mike, "Finally he's off!" Mike said while spreading his hands up high to the heavens dramatically.
"Heh fuck off ya rotten bugger you." Paul said laughing at his brother's cheekiness.
"Heh heh 'ey come 'ere you, ya know I luv ya-sadly" Mike said while hugging his older brother chuckling, "Yea I sadly also regrettably have a soft spot for ya you git..." Paul said smiling, knowing that his brother was also smiling.
"Alright enough with this cuteness, off you go mate." Mike said letting his brother and patting Paul's shoulder.
The oldest son than nervously slumped his back pack over his shoulder while picking up his duffle bag, and guitar case and stepping on to the bus, but quickly turning around to wave good bye to his family, "Call me tonight that you got there alright ok!" his dad quickly shouted to him, "I will do so pops!" and smiled trustfully that he will.
The bus doors finally closed and the bus driver was a middle age man, typical bus driver. He was half bald, ginger hair, and giant side burns with a beer belly to top it all off, along with a huge tattoo with an anchor on his shoulder, he reminded Paul of one those typical 'jail breaks', but Paul knew judging the bugger won't change anything.
"Where to buddy, because the bus is heading to downtown London."
Paul just nodded while holding on to his back pack strap on his shoulder, "Yea thats where I'm heading off to."
"Ok, can I see your ticket than" Paul digged his pockets for the ticket and finally pulled it out, took him a while from the tightness of his jeans, his pockets were also pretty hard to put his hands in.
"'Ere you are." Paul said taking out the wrinkled ticket and handing him the ticket to the bus driver, Paul than got to see his name tag from him turning more towards to face Paul 'Tommy', his name tag read.
Tommy just looked at the ticket intently, bringing the ticket right up to his left eye, which Paul just noticed was a much more faded blue than his right eye… 'Defiantly jail break…' Paul thought in a way getting kind of awkward that this jail break looking bloke was bringing the ticket all the way up to his eyeball just to see if it was not a phony or already used up ticket.
"Hm…" he then took the ticket and looked at it from a 'normal' distance. "Are you one them no good punks going to London just to party and fool around…?"
Paul was in a way shocked that this arse would actually care why he was going to London in the first place.
"Um no actually 'Tommy'…in a matter of fact I'm going there for the exact opposite, jus so ya know. I'm going to London to go school at the 'Art Institute of London' if you have to know, which I'm pretty sure you don't." Paul said burning the older man, but in a quite relaxed way as if he didn't honestly give a fuck about this bloke, which he really didn't.
Tommy than just nodded his head and actually cracked a slow forming smile and handed the ticket back to Paul "I like you boy, you have good style. I can just tell you now you'll have a good time at AIL, me son goes there as well, it's his second year there now, good school alright."
"Thanks mate." Paul said also now smiling, realizing that this guy wasn't even half bad. " Ey who knows? I may run in to him while I'm there."
"You might just, now go sit down boy, it's a 4 hour drive alright."
"Ok sure yea." Paul said picking up his duffle bag along with his guitar and heading towards the back of the bus, apart from Paul there was only a little old lady sitting in the front, clenching on to her purse on her lap for dear life, and what looked like a junkie sitting somewhere in the middle, half asleep or half shot, on the entire tour bus.
Paul sat right next to the window and looked outside, his dad and Mike had left already, probably because for one it was 5 in the morning, and secondly it had started pouring rain.
Paul just leant against the cold window, and watched the road and houses pass by. Thankfully no one stopped to get on, just after about an hour the lady old lady stepped off, than about 20 minutes later the junkie basically slumped out of the bus, dragging his drunk self.
So Paul was the only one on the entire tour bus, head still leaning against the cold glass…thinking…first images of his dad ran through his mind, than his brother….than the beautiful image of his past mum coursed through his head...he remembered that every time he would get scared or nervous his mum would whisper 'Just breathe…just breathe Paulie…' oh so sweetly, and during the whole ride, he just sat there in the same position, apart from the one time in the third hour standing up to go the loo in the back. Aside from that he kept staring outside as time passed by.
Till farms and houses turned in to skyscrapers and buildings. Mail men, and children walking to school turned in to Business men holding their suitcases and young adults going to college or university.
It all became all so surreal for Paul, so many people his age, probably some having the same interests as him. The bus had finally came to a stop, right in front of the campus.
"Art Institute of London just ahead!" Tommy called to back, and Paul noticed the sun had shined out, it was all so perfect! He then put on his back pack and picked up his duffle bag along with his guitar.
"Ey before you leave! Have fun ok, and if you see me son tell him that I said 'behave and don't have too much fun' Tommy said laughing along with Paul.
"I will do so sir! What's his name exactly?"
"His name is Klaus Voormann alright."
"Ok take it easy!" Paul said stepping out of the bus.
"Have a good one!" Paul than stepped out in to the sunshine, wind blowing slightly, blowing his bangs to the side. He then breathed in the fresh London air and smiled. "This is it…" Paul than headed off to find his dorm.