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Class drowned on fortuitously. The Professor's voice began to loop and skip as the boredom seeped in like a muffled siren.
Maths class…how it was a bore
A 15-year-old boy, clicked away at his pen, spinning it between his fingers as it rested by his pink ears, occasionally combing through his black hair. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Why is it always that the clock goes slower when you wish for it to go faster, but in moments where you want it to go slowly it zips past you like a fly? Paul bit his lip as his impatience grew…40 more minutes
I can do this—-he repeated—- I can do this
A tapping then came at the window by Paul’s desk. He turned his head in a flash startled by the loud sound. He tilted his head trying to see what made the noise but after a few, turned his head back to the chalkboard …maybe it was a bird…he thought
But then two loud thumps came upon the glass right after! He felt his eyes twitch and he turned his head again but was met with a surprise. A boy, John Lennon specifically, had his face pressed up against the glass. Grinning his usual cheeky smile. His eyes then darted to the left smaller George who was snickering as he tried to keep himself quiet.
Paul almost fell out of his chair but kept his composure even though his face was red and his eyes wider than a jawbreaker.
John then opened his mouth and blew his hot breath onto the cold glass, a wet cloud appearing, he then wrote “cum w’ us :-)” he gave Paul a silly begging look. sticking his lip out and giving him praying hands as his auburn eyes twinkled like a baby’s. Paul’s jaw dropped low, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
George's eyes then went wide and his face pale as he froze. He quickly grabbed John by the ears and pulled him to the ground. Paul knew what that meant he turned in his seat to face forward again…luckily the teacher didn’t see him as he walked by. It was hard though to face forward… as he could see quick flashes of John and George tussling on the ground and muffled yells.
Paul then saw John’s eyes and nose peak over the wall and stare at him through the window unblinking… Paul tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t quit. Like a hungry puppy, Paul swore he heard him whimper a few times like one.
Paul tried to shew him away with his hand but he only whimpered louder to annoy him
Paul started to break, laughing softly into his hands, how ridiculous John could be sometimes. John sat up with a grin knowing he had won Paul over. Paul nodded his head.
John’s grin grew even wider and he picked George up by the waist and started spinning him around. George was yelling, you could hear it through the glass. He was swinging his arms and kicking his legs like a madman. Paul tried his best to keep his laughter in, disguising it as a cough. He started looking around his classroom trying to make sure nobody could see.
John hit the glass again, you could George struggling to keep his balance in the background, the poor boy was dizzy. John pointed a finger to the front of the building. And mouthed the words “We’ll meet ya there!”
John then bolted to the front of the building and George followed shortly after screaming an obvious “wait up!!”
Paul turned his attention to the teacher again…he gripped his fists in front of him as he thought of an idea. He put his bag in his lap and raised his hand high. The teachers’ eyes landed on him, but he didn’t answer. Paul started to wave his hands quickly from side to side just to annoy him.
The professor sighed and pointed at Paul with his ruler. “Yes, Mr. McCartney.” He had that upper-class accent. Paul could tell he’d exaggerate it just to act better than he really was…he kind of hated him, though respected the grift.
“May I use the loo!?” He called out still shaking his hand rapidly, causing a few snickers. The teacher's face went stone cold unimpressed “Can it wai-“
“Nope!” Paul called out quickly interrupting him.
He groaned loudly and pointed at the door with his ruler. Paul nodded his head rapidly and grinned a “thank you!” He picked up his bag and quickly bolted out the door the laughs of his classmates following. One out of sight- he charged towards the end of the hallway. He could see John and George waiting for him by the door which led to the courtyard. John turned his head and his smile was as big as ever. Paul knew the look— he was gonna do something stupid.
And something stupid he did. He ran into the hallways and slipped on its polished floors. Skidding onto his hand before he lay on his stomach. He was laughing hysterically like a loony.
“Shh!!!” Paul cried. He had almost fallen trying to help John to his feet. John started to shh him back teasingly causing Paul to roll his large eyes. John could be a mighty nonce when he wanted to be. So Paul gripped his arm like a crippled senile grandpa.
Paul escorted John out of the building and was met with George’s toothy smile. “Have a nice fall?”John snickered and ruffled George’s hair saying. “Eh I’ve had better ones— haven’t I Paul” he smiled. He let out a chuckle and shook his head “yer a mighty idiot you know that” John raised an eyebrow putting his hands on his hips and putting on a posh accent “What sad you missed maths class. Ay Macca, you seemed to be real into it. Twirling with ya hair n’all” There it was— the bite. Paul turned up his nose to John. John's mouth stretched. “Come off it you know for a fact you hate it- if anything you should be thanking me!?” He said dramatically as they started to walk.
“Actually you know what I think,” Paul said smirking, taking on a humorous tone. John rolled his eyes “Now Macca-“ he wagged his finger in his face “what’d I tell ya about thinkin’? It ain’t yer strong suit love-“
Paul dropped his jaw like it was an utmost offense and slapped his finger away still smiling despite himself “ nah nah quit! I was thinking, that yer a mighty bad influence- taking George away with you in your schemes.” John quickly caught on to Paul. Pretending to be high and mighty as usual and raised his eyebrows in his cocky way “sounding like yer father now aren’t ya Paulie-“ He crossed his arms. Paul laughed softly and said, closing his eyes and stuffing his hands in his pockets “Well someone’s gotta be the one with sense around here I mean…” he looked at John “Who do you think you are ay? “
John pondered this and a wicked grin appeared on his pale face. He grabbed Paul by the shoulders and got close, making the hairs on Paul’s neck stand whispered. “I’m goddamn Superman macca and you’re gonna learn to respect that!” John then pushed Paul to the ground and they started to wrestle in the Dewey grass, staining their clothes.
A hill lay nearby the institute and the unaware boys having forgotten, fell down its steep plane. John laughs like a maniac and Paul screams with a few giggles here and there. They clung onto each other for dear life, Paul let out a swear as John’s nails dug into his arms, and John, finding the situation thrilling, started to yell like a possessed banshee, gibberish and only gibberish.
They fell down and down and down and once hitting a rump the two separated. John on his back and Paul on his stomach. They groaned, laughed and panted. Paul let out more out-of-breath swears and insults towards John…which gave John a lovely idea…“George!!!” John called. George was sitting at the top of the hill, watching the whole situation with a calm smile on his face. He didn’t seem worried in the slightest. John opened his mouth once more “C’mon get down here quick!!! We’re gonna do a pile-up!!” Paul’s eyes darted open and using his remaining strength tried to climb away “No! No pile-up! Geo! John don’t you dare no pile up!!” He screeched, but George was already running down the hill as fast as he could grinning ear to ear.
“Oh shush is macca!” John laughed, grabbing Paul by the collar. John and Paul wrestled for a bit until George got down there. John pushed all of his weight onto Paul’s back as he greatly protested and groaned, trying to push John off. But then George sat on John’s back which was the final nail in the coffin for Paul's fight, he fell flat on his stomach groaning and snarling for them to get off.
John and George were laughing hysterically and Paul waved his arms like a bird. “Say I’m Superman Macca!” John growled into his ear. Paul shook his head and coughed “Eat shit!”
“Say it say it say it say it!” John started to chant as George laughed loudly. Paul groaned in defeat and loudly shrieked. “ Alright! Alright! You’re Superman! Now lay off me!” John let out a loud whoop! And rolled off of Paul causing George to fall onto the ground with a small yelp.
John and George laughed like Siamese cats while Paul coughed his throat raw, it wasn’t helping that he found this as funny as his comrades. His laughter started to increase as he rolled onto his back. With a sigh, he said, “You better protect yourself when you sleep, John!” He declared hitting his friend in the shoulder. “Oh what are you gonna do” he teased “Toss me off while I sleep!?” Paul pursed his lips, his face Reddening like a tomato. He shook his head like a toddler not trying to let the laughter burst from his mouth.“You wish I would! But frankly, it’s too small!”
He giggled triumphantly at his retort. John grinned like a devil. “You take that back” he shoved him softly “Nuh-uh” Paul retorted. “You take that back now macca” He said again and Paul shook his head. “Well, you’re one to talk!” John cried laughing. “I mean I doubt you’ve even got a dick, Pauline?!”
Paul gasped dramatically, moving his face closer spat. “I do so!!! I’m very much so a boy”
John scooted in closer, teasing him like a charming snake “Oh really prove it…pussy-“Paul pursed his lips and lowered his thin eyebrows and after giving him a biting glare yelled out!
“THAT'S IT!!!” He jumped on John's waist as they started to bicker loudly, play-fighting each other on the ground as they laughed. George thought it was Prime Entertainment, watching it like a highly-rated film.
They did this for a while, bickering, insulting each other, shoving each other, beating each other down as young boys do, though after the tussling, and when their uniforms were soaked with the juice of the grass—- the three of them sat by a tree talking about girls, music, new artists, oldies they loved…
A boy's childhood is as careless as it can get. It’s a lovely yet treacherous thing that boggles the mind once it leaves you but warms you like a tight embrace. Only so few experience the melodious rendezvous of a boy's selfish youth.