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21 September 2005 @ 08:41 am

Although I'm honestly a little terrified to post this, I was in a writing mode and I drew up a crappy little something.

~`~Little Truths~`~

Pairing: P/G, Paul's POV

Rating: PG 13, for the cursing...oh the cursing.


Perched on the seat for the abandoned drum kit, pretending to have a sudden overwhelming interest in the dirt collecting under my fingertips, I watched him trying to pack up his gear in a huff.


When will he learn that baggage only ties you down?


His back was turned to me, forcefully slamming the lid down on the guitar case. 


Snap. Snap. Snap.


If he thought I was going to apologize, he could just piss off.  I’m not sorry.  I said it and I meant it, and if he’d just played the fucking song like I told him to there wouldn’t have been a problem.


I am not the villain here.


He turned to me.  His face, unexpectedly, not contorted in anger.  A certain sadness filled his eyes.  The kind that would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone who hadn’t known him forever and a day. 


“Happy, Paul?”  He said tersely, looking straight through me.


“Oh yeah, George, I love pissin’ the band off and delaying recording another god-knows-how-many days.  I just adore having my best mates gang up on me and make me out to be a fucking nazi.”


“ ‘Best Mates’?” George cocked an eyebrow.  I could practically see the hundreds of comebacks he had in store for me.  “We haven’t been ‘best mates’ in a long time.  We’re just your session musicians now, Macca.”  He took a long drag off his cigarette, looking casual as he dismissed a friendship almost like a brotherhood to me.


Somehow, he’d always had a knack for making spiteful words sound hopelessly pacifistic, in turn making them even more aggravating.  It was the fucking hippie in him.


“Why am I a bastard for wanting it to sound right?!”  I demanded.


“”You’re just a bastard in general Paul.”  George said slowly, grinding the life from his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. 


I entertained a slight daydream of punching the living daylights out of him, before sighing in defeat.  Fucking hippie wouldn’t even fight me, would he?  That’s how, traditionally, blokes work things out-  ‘Specially the British ones.


“Pity you think that, George.  We used to be such good friends.” I said as politely as I could manage.


“The best.” He responded weakly, eyes downcast.


I’d loved him, He’d loved me.


That little truth that seems so distant sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all.


“I guess nothing lasts forever, eh?” He moved abruptly, grabbing up his guitar case.  Without a glance backwards he tossed off a “Ta, Paul.”


“Ta, George.” I replied, my voice equally strained.


Maybe I was a little sorry after all. 


Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: Don't Bother Me- The Beatles
the heart collector: Hayden - by roxi89summersiren on September 21st, 2005 06:39 am (UTC)
Aaww! *sniff*

Great job! :)
mad: paul john george OT3 <3madzilla on September 21st, 2005 07:28 am (UTC)
This is brilliant, though very sad. I can't help but imagine there were lots of days like this.

Thanks for posting. :)
mrsfjl66mrsfjl66 on September 21st, 2005 11:03 am (UTC)
I love angsty G/P...And this was written very well. The dialogue is especially good and particularly gut-wrenching. Boys, boys boys...
oh_johnny_ on September 21st, 2005 11:13 am (UTC)
Oh, very good. So sad, but then, the end was sad.
willy__wonka on September 21st, 2005 07:05 pm (UTC)
Wow, that is very nice. Good writing and I like the slight tenderness under the angst.
shine on you crazy diamond: The Endistarnie on September 21st, 2005 10:49 pm (UTC)
Loved it. So many very observant little things in such a short fic. I really liked the 'Snap. Snap. Snap.' Made the mood all that much more believeable. And I liked 'grinding the life from his cigarette in the ashtray next to him.' Perfect with the mood of the whole piece. Hmm, subtle, very believeable :).

Steph - that weird, veggie, beatle lover pervertblackbird_num9 on September 21st, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
it was good but wasnt "ta" used to say thank you...or did they use it for goodbye as well..sorry for being picky
whatsherass on September 22nd, 2005 06:40 am (UTC)