Tomorrow Never Knows (Complete)

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The glasses of water came promptly, and John grabbed paul’s hands and doused them in the water in his glass. The three of them looked at paul and shook their heads.

“Y’honestly look a mess, Paul.” Ringo said. Paul bared his teeth at him and growled. Their steaks came soon and the boys ate vigourously, while Paul simply poked at his food. George quickly noticed and pointed at his chips with his fork.
“Y’gunna eat that?” John hissed, “It’s his, asshole. He has to eat!” John quickly shut up as the tv’s volume was raised. The whole café quieted as the Beatles appeared on the television. “Ah fuck.” Muttered ringo. George shut his ears, and John made a face. Paul grabbed his glass and squeezed it so hard it smashed in his fist, glass splintering everywhere for the second time that day.

John sighed, got up, and walked up to the front desk. “Have you got any bandage?” he quietly the girl in the front. She looked up at him, and quickly gasped.
“Jo-John!”

“Damn it,” he muttered, “Forget it.” He said to the girl, turned back towards the table while George and Ringo looked up at him questioningly. John gestured towards the girl in the front, who was still gasping. He then turned towards paul, who was white and shaking in his chair, and grabbed his hand. John dragged him towards the door, with Ringo and George quickly following. George caught up with the two, and said to John, “What was that all about?” John grimaced at him and said, “This is impossible, Gee. We can’t fucking keep this up.”

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[lookingthroughyou]

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The four of the arrived at Paul's apartment again, with Paul seeming even less sane. As John pulled him towards the door, he whipped his head around, and muttered to ringo, “The purple- no- hippo it’s getting closer-” He turned around and looked fiercely suspicious. Ringo looked at george and rolled his eyes.

The four of them got into the apartment again and Paul, practically foaming at the mouth, was taken into his bedroom with George. John and ringo stayed out in the living room, to clean up. George and Paul disappeared into the bedroom, Paul’s hands bleeding profusely, and George holding his arms back.

John sighed as George closed the door awkwardly. “What should we do about him rings? He’s gone mad. It’s been ages since the last record, and Brian’s getting anxious. I can’t work without him.” Ringo sat down on the floor.

“What exactly ‘appened with him and Jane? She ran past me on the street without even saying anything...what did he say to ‘er?” He looked up at John. “Why is Paul so crazy lately? Did ‘e do any drugs or anythin’?” John looked away. “John?! You didn’t...”

John turned back towards him angrily. “Y’think I knew he’d have a bad trip? Y’aren’t supposed to take it the way he was! I gave it to him ages ago! It’s fucking Jane’s fault.”

Ringo sighed heavily. “This is a bigger mess than I realized.” John stabbed his hand into his pocket and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, and wordlessly, he offered one to ringo. Ringo accepted unhappily, placed the unlit cigarette between his lips and shook his head sadly.

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[me]

Whoohoo I love it girls! Poor Paul.....

and John can't help it...he didn't know. Aww, poor Paul..his hands...bleeding.

[Icee]

New update y335544! Aw35om3!

"Ringo, Wha' d'you reckon' they're talkin' about?" John said handing Ringo his lighter.
"I dunno, but...It had better snap Paul out of this bullshit phase" Ringo said letting out the cigarettes first puff of smoke.

John and Ringo sat their for a couple of minutes or so, eager to hear part of the conversation.

Suddenly they heard someone burst into tears, and for obvious reasons they presumed it was Paul.

"Oh Ringo!" John said grabbing him and hugging him tightly.
Ringo was confused.
"Cyn broke up with me, and I'm fucked now. What's the point in living!" He pretended to cry on Ringo's shoulder. But Ringo didn't seem to find it humorous. But he laughed along with John anyway as he always did.

"Rings, when are ye gonna get yourself a bird?" John said moving away from him now.

"Look John, I will find meself a bird when and how I wanna, I don't need you always tryin' to pull them for me!" Ringo said, agitated.

"I'm just tryin' to 'elp!" John said getting up and walking over to the kitchen, to lean on the wall.

"Well don't." Ringo said staring down at his half wasted away cigarette.
"As a matter o' fact, I have kind of found a bird" Ringo smiled at the thought of her.

John unfolded his arms. "Really?"
Ringo smiled again.

"Ye, she's a fine lass too. You should meet 'er"
"I hope I will, so what's her name, And what's she like then?" John walked over to Ringo and sat beside him again.
"Chantelle" Ringo lit up another cigarette.
"Oh is she foreign?" John asked.
"What is this? Twenty questions?" Ringo said even more annoyed now, slamming the lighter down on the table.

"Alrigh'!" John laid back, and picked up a magazine.

George and Paul came back out of the room, with Paul looking quite refreshed.

"Let's get you into some clothes" George winked at Paul turned around, and pushed Paul back into the room and shut the door.

"Was it fun then?" John asked George.
"Ah, he got it all out. Had a bit of a cry" George explained.
"Ah, that's alrigh' then. Nothin' like a good cry" John grabbed hold of Ringo again and hugged him.
"Get off" Ringo said, sticking out his elbow to get John away.

Paul came back out of the room, fully dressed and looking as spectacular as usual.

"Now take this" George said pulling a small rose out of his pocket.
"You carry that around with you?" John asked eyeing the rose.
"Yeah well....Just incase I need it! For emergencies y'know" George watched Paul examine the rose, and then place it in his own pocket.
"Good luck" George smiled and patted Paul on the shoulder.

"Wait..What? Where's he goin'? John asked, sitting up.

But before he got a reply George had pushed him out of the door, closed it and managed to walk all the way to the kitchen to make a cup of tea before replying.

"He's goin' to see Jane" George stared into his empty mug, and began to clean the inside with his finger.

"Wha! Are you crazy Gee?" John said jumping to his feet. Ringo turned around, interested to hear Georges explanation.
"Well, might as well see if theres a chance she'll take him back" George put a small tea bag into the cup, and placed the kettle full of water on the stove.
"Ye, and if she doesn't he'll be fucked over again, and even more depressed!" John said, grabbing the sides of his face and digging in his nails.

"Well, it's a risk I'm willing to take" George said, standing beside the stove, and trying desperetly to light it, without succeeding.

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John pondered the possibilities. Paul might screw up completely, or he would succeed completely and win jane back. Most likely the latter. Paul was such a charmer.

He turned his focus back to ringo. “So, Rings, you gonna invite this birdie back to the apartment?” George whipped around, shocked. Ringo went a shade of bright red, as George said, “Who? Where? Why? Can we meet her?” Ringo glared at John, who grinned, and turned back towards george, who looked like an angry mother. “Well? Are ye going to tell us who she is?” he questioned, turning back towards the stove, that still wasn’t lighting. Ringo sighed, and said, “She’s shorter’n me, and her name’s chantelle. She’s got red hair…and she’s real nice.” He smiled, just thinking about her. John smiled to see his friend happy, finally.

Suddenly a jet of flame shot up from the stove, with the smell of burning hair. George turned around, with smoking eyebrows and an angry look. “We need a new stove.” he said as the others fell about laughing.

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Paul walked hastily along the back alleys of the buildings, avoiding the screaming fans that had amassed on the street. His thoughts turned to Jane. Would she take him back? He was such a bastard, but george had set him right. Good old george. The youngest of them all, a lingering maturity was always in his eyes. Paul sighed. He didn’t know what he’d do without the Beatles. They were his life, his soul. If they broke up…

He shuddered. It wasn’t a good thought. Although lately their fights were more and more frequent, just like those with Jane. He looked down at the rose he held. Would she take him? If she didn’t, what would he do. It was an impossible thought.

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[Icee]

Paul had reached Janes house finally after,what seemed like hours of walking.

He was nervous now. Even staring at the large door to her house brought back memories of happyness. And some not so happy.

He gathered his courage, puffed up his chest and began to knock.

After a couple of minutes, he heard footsteps from behind the large wooden white door.

The door opened, and staring back at him was the amazing, beautiful Jane Asher.

"Paul?" She said, looking around to see if he was alone.
"Jane" He smiled.
"What...er. Come inside" She said opening the door wider to let him in, still gazing at the street to see who was watching.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, eyeing him over.
"I em... I came to talk" He said, with a grin.
"Talk about what Paul? You made it quite clear today that you wouldn't ever want to speak to me again." She said, taking a seat on her plush couch.

"Jane look. I've been real messed up since our fight a couple of nights ago. I haven't eaten or slept since. My brains working over time thinking about what I should do. You know I love you, and I wouldn't leave you for anyone in the world. That thing with Francie, it was a mistake. A gigantic mistake. And I wish I could take it back, but I know I can't. And I know it's a big thing of me to ask you to take me back after what a bastard I've been, but I need you. I need you more than anything. Without you, I'm nothing. You're my world. My warmth. And I just want to be with you. Forever. I'm so sorry." With him saying this he bursted into tears.

Jane stood there, shocked. She couldn't think of what to say. She contemplated this for a few minutes.

"Paul, I love you as much as you love me. And I knew you couldn't possibly like that Francie woman, but somewhere in my mind I thought you did it just to spite me. I believe you when you say that you need me. Because frankly, my life's turned to shit without you. I need you as much as you need me. But, to take you back there's serious issues that need to be discussed here". She said, gently touching his face.

"I understand, and I am more than willing to discuss these issues with you. I just want you back. I'll do anything. I kept thinking, I was never going to talk to you again, I wont get to hold you, smell you, kiss you. These thoughts overwhelmed me, that's why I became so depressed. That's why I took the drugs. I felt cold, I felt I had nothing to live for." Paul said, putting her hand in his own.

Jane lunged forward and hugged him, squeezing with all her might. It felt great to have him back in her arms.

[me]

Awwww, that is amazing! I love it.

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more...you might not like this, though. ah well.

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Paul smiled happily. he knew she'd take him back. She needed him as much as he needed her. Why would she deny him? They were the perfect couple. She loved him completely.

They stayed in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours, until Jane pulled away gently and looked away. Paul saw she was weeping softly. He frowned. “What’s wrong, jane? Jane, darling?” She pressed her fist to her lips. “What? Why are you crying?”He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards him. “Stop! Stop!” He shouted. She looked him in the eye sadly.

“I’m sorry, Paul. I love you dearly, more than words could ever say. But this method of screaming, fighting then making up isn’t working. I’m very, very sorry. Please could you forgive me?” He stared at her for a second, then let go of her shoulders and stared out the window. After a few seconds, she turned her tearstained face to him. “Paul? Are y’okay?” He turned back to her, tears silently sliding down his face. “What are you saying, then? That we should just let this all go? What are you saying, god damn?” He shouted. Jane sighed, sick of crying. Her eyes were dry and she was ready to move on. “Paul. I’m sorry. Get a grip. You’re a beatle. You could have any girl you like, and this just isn’t working. We could take a break for a while, please. Just..just leave me alone, please. I have things to do.”She stood up from the sofa, wringing her hands. He looked up at her, stunned. She smiled tightly and waved. “Bye, then. See you around.”

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[Paul'sbird]

aww poor Paulie

[me]

That was a tuff decission....aww...

[wrestlingdog]

So close... and yet so far...

*watches the line of girls who would like to take Jane's place grow longer and longer*

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tis icee's turn. I think.

[Icee]

Paul left the house, stunned.

He knew he had done things wrong, but was there really no chance for him with her? Obviously. He knew he had to move on.. But it would be hard. He decided to spend a couple more days in his bare apartment, but he didn't want the boys there. They'd just annoy him to the point he'd get so pissed off and tell them to fuck off anyway.

He slowly started walking back, staring at the gravel road as he walked. He'd never felt this way before. He felt his head aching from the tears he wouldn't let out.

He reached the apartment, after being followed for half an hour by some teens who'd spotted him along the way.

He slowly walked up the stairs of the apartment building, and saw Ringo heading in the oposite direction.

"Rings!" Paul shouted to him.
Ringo turned around to see Paul, standing alone clasping onto the railings of the stairs.
"Where is everyone?" He asked.
"They've gone home Paulie, I was going to stay, but I thought it would be best for me to go home aswell" Ringo said staring at Paul's dry face.
"Great" Paul said, staring at the floor once again, and begining to continue walking.

Ringo didn't take a second guess about what had happened, and went home.

Once again, there Paul sat. Undisturbed. This time he had chosen to be seated on the couch for the remainder of the days he would spend sitting lonely in the apartment.

Jane was right. He didn't know how they could be together. It wasn't right, the endless amounts of fighting he'd already had to put up with was enough to make his head spin so fast it would make him vomit.
It was hard knowing he would never hug her again.
But the time had come for him to move on.

He cried, for hours and hours before he drifted to sleep.

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A light shined in Paul's eyes as he slowly opened them.
"She wah bet uhng?" he said, drooling from the mouth.
"Yes Paul, i agree" A voice returned.
"Whag oin ohn?" He mumbled.
"Pardon?" The voice answered again.
"What's goin' on" He repeated himself.
"Wake up and see" They retorted.

Paul sat up, scrunched his eyes, and rubbed them. Then glanced around the room.

"Jane" he said, eyes still half closed.
"I bought furniture" She smiled warmly to him.
"Thanks" He said, lying back down.

She walked around to the other side of the couch and sat down next to him, and leant over him to see his face.

"Paul, get up!" She laughed.

He rubbed his eyes again and stared back at her, her face being only centremetres away from his.
He leant forward, grabbed hold of her face gently, and kissed her passionately.

She pulled away.
"Paul!" She said, turning away from him.
"I..I'm sorry" He said, lying his head back down and closing his eyes.
"Yes, well... Get up, and help me" She said, putting down her bag by the floor next to the couch, and opening the apartment door.

Three unknown males entered the room, carrying a television set, stereo, and boxes of cutlery.

"Oh Jane, you ...you really didnt have to do this" He said, getting up to take the television from the man, who seemed to be struggling with it.
"Well, I'd figure I'd help as much as I could" She nodded.

Paul put the television down infront of the couch.

"Jane" he said once again, taking her hands and walking her into the bathroom.
"Please, do me a favor" He said, looking into her eyes deeply.
"What?" She asked curiously.
"Stay the night" Paul shaked her hands.
"Wha...Paul no, I can't" She frowned.
"I.. I need someone here, I need someone to be here with me. Just tonight! You can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep out there on the couch" He said, eyes watering.
"Why can't you get John or George, or Ringo!" She said, looking down at her own hands shaking.

"Because, they'll ask me what happened, when I came to see you. And, and they'll keep on it. And I can't handle that right now" He whimpered.

"I'll stay until you fall asleep" She leaned her head on his chest for a few short minutes and went to join the removalists again.

Paul felt ashamed he had asked her to stay, but he couldn't help it. He needed her here one last time. Just to talk to him.

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When the removalists had placed everything in the house correctly and connected it up, Jane and Paul took a seat side by side on the couch.

"Well Paul, what's there to do?" She shrugged.
Paul walked to the tv, and switched it on.
Straight away all he could hear was "She loves you yeah yeah yeah!"
He turned the television off at once.

"There goes that idea" He said, sitting down next to her again.

Then out of nowhere Paul turned to Jane.
"Remember when I said I would love to marry you one day?" He asked.

She was kind of taken back by this.

"Er...Wha..Yes" She replied after a couple of minutes.
"I meant it. I meant everything I ever said" He smiled.
"Well, it's good to know that" She smiled in return.

"But..." Paul looked around the room. "You never said you would like to marry me..." Paul exclaimed, still not looking at her.

He was right, she never did say anything of the sort.

"Would you have married me, if I had of asked you then?" Paul asked, as he turned to him.

"Well...I don't know.. I .. Erm...... I guess" She said, looking at him.
Immediately a smile spread across his face, he was glad that he had been loved by someone so much atleast once in his life.