The Consequences Of Love

Chapter Four

Authors note: ah! I hope this makes you all so happy, I know it made me happy! wonder what's gonna happen next? next time I update should be soon. Sorry I haven't in the past few days, school has me all tied up! But I promise. I'm working on it. No worries!!! Enjoy my little darlings! Also sorry for any spelling errors! Oops!

John's P.O.V.

After practice, Paul and I didnt talk for the rest of the day. Around 5 we were done recording and decided to head back to the hotel.

I opened the door and walked inside, George, Ringo, and Paul fallowing after. I walk to the couch to find Cyn on the couch.

"Cyn?" I heard Paul say, the tone in his voice was a mix between confusion and being upset.

Cynthia turned and stood up and hugged me, of course I hugged back.

She gasped. "Hi." she said in that high pitched voice people use when they see and talk to a baby. We broke the hug and I glanced back to see Paul cross into the kitchen.

"Hey Cyn." Ringo said as he plopped down onto the couch.

"I came to surprise you. Did it work?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that. I scratched by forehad and looked down. "Yup. It's-it's quite the surprise."

I looked at Paul.

He looked so hurt and angry.

But why?

Paul's POV.

When I seen her as we entered the room. I felt anger. And pain. My eyes narrowed as I watched them hug.

I was slowly growing to hate her. Why did he love her? Why not me? I surely looked like a bird enough for John to maybe be queer for me.

Oh. Wait.

He was normal. Unlike me.

I sighed and spoke up,
"Cyn? " I asked gently, my heart beating fast in its chest. My eyes moved to the floor when I felt John's brown gaze on my back. Burning into my skin, leaving his mark.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a glass soda. I really didn't drink it much. But it was something. I looked back at John one last time. Only too here him talk about how it was such a surprise too see her. Followed by a kiss.

Why couldn't I be her?

I frowned sadly and opened the drink before pausing.
"Weren't you supposed to be here tomorrow AFTER the concert? " I said a little to rudely. Hopefully John didn't get pissed at me. I swallowed hard.

"I lied. I wanted to surprise my Johnny!" She smiled warmly at me.

I only glared. Picking up my drink and heading to my room.

I hope he didn't follow me. I knew he would yell at me for snapping coldly at his precious Cyn.

Why did he not like me? What did she have that I didn't?

'She's got breasts and a vagina. That's what.' I reminded myself. I slammed my door shut. Putting down the coke and undressing so I was only in my dress suit and vest and pants. I glared and sat down. My eyes narrowed as I grabbed my notebook. I began to write random things into it. Silly little love poems that no one would here.

Because they weren't meant for a woman.

They were meant for man. Which was wrong and unnatural.

Why was it unnatural I will never know. But I am queer. And I am very queer for him.

John.

I paused for a moment and shut my eyes. Taking slow steady breaths. What I was thinking could ruin our friendship. It could ruin what we had formed. In fact, it could destroy it and leave merely a fossil.

But I was gonna tell him. Tell him I was queer for him. I would do it tomorrow, after all I heard three different doors shut. Everyone went to bed.

Well, everyone but me.

I sighed and kicked off my shoes and changed into my pajamas.

I was gonna do it. Tomorrow I was going to tell John I was queer for him. That I loved him. That I had fell in love with his eyes, that day we met, July 6th 1957.

I turned off the lamp and climbed into my bed. Laying my head onto my pillow and shutting my eyes.

I laid there like that for a while, quiet, relaxed, peaceful. And soon the darkness over took me and I fell into a deep and peaceful rest. Dreaming of the good outcomes of what may happen. What I hope would happen.

The next morning..

Paul's POV.

I woke up after a peaceful nights rest to the sound of John and George laughing. What about? Well, I would find out soon. I slowly stood up and stretched out, before leaving the room. I headed down the hall and into the kitchen.

Our eyes met.

Whenever my eyes met his, it felt like time stopped. Like nothing mattered in the world but us two. That we were the only ones that mattered or existed anymore. That it was me and him. Me and John. Black and white. Green and blue.

That's what we were.

I couldn't help but smile at that thought. I smiled at John with a gentle sweetness. That smile would only be ever given to me. That would only be for him. Always.

I swallowed and looked at George.
"Could we talk? Just me and John. "

George nodded and nudged John on his way out. He probably went into his room.

My eyes slowly moved back to John. I shut my eyes and relaxed. Calm down Paulie. I told myself. I relaxed and opened my eyes. And again, our eyes locked and I felt that gentle feeling again. I felt that flush. My bones crumbled and fire licked my lungs. John was the fire. He took my breath away.

"I love you." I spoke up. I went silent. John's face slowly shifted into shock, surprise.

"W-w.. Er. Pardon me, Paul? What are you saying? " He sounded like he had just been punched in the stomach and he couldn't breath. But I had the same feeling, but not because it felt like I was being punched. It was because John, that fire he set off in me, only grew hotter and licked my lungs more aggressively.

"John. I love you. I'm queer, for you."