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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Apr 4, 2005 22:36:05 GMT -5
I love it all! The part about Paul admiring the celling made me laugh for like 10 minutes.
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 4, 2005 22:52:42 GMT -5
hehe
write more soon.... please??
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Post by Icee on Apr 5, 2005 3:40:35 GMT -5
Thanks Liv, ;D Your turn.
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 9, 2005 19:31:10 GMT -5
“I s’pose.” said Paul, unhappily. “She jus’ up and left halfway through th’ night, and I don’t know if she’s comin’ back. It’s terrible. We’re so sick of each other, but John,” He turned to look at the other Beatle, “I can’t give her up.” John nodded like a wise sage.
“What’re yeh gonna do, then?” Paul shook his head and sighed. “No clue.” He sat in silence for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up and grabbed John with all his might in a death hug.
He sobbed into the shocked John’s shoulder, “I’ve lost ‘er, Johnny! I’ve lost ‘er for good and now she’s fuckin’ gone!” John patted his head. “S’alright, Macca. We can work it out.” He grimaced. Paul looked up at him, confused, then burst into wracking sobs again. “I-I won’t write any-anymore songs ab-about J-Jane, Johnny…” He shivered slightly as John held him quietly.
The phone rang suddenly, and Paul jumped away from John, shocked. He shouted at the phone angrily as it continued ringing. “Go away, you fuckin’ asshole! I don’t want you!” He shuddered, and walked calmly to the phone and answered.
“What.” John tipped his head, questioning as Paul’s face twisted in horrified surprise. “W-What?” He stuttered to the person on the other end, John staring at him, his eyes boring into Paul’s.
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Post by dude41 on Apr 9, 2005 22:29:54 GMT -5
OMG! AHHH! WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN??? Great now I'n going to stay up all night wonderin! (Great chapter by the way!)
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 10, 2005 0:28:28 GMT -5
ooohhhh! post more soon please! i like it alot!
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Post by me on Apr 10, 2005 6:06:23 GMT -5
more please
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Post by dude41 on Apr 10, 2005 14:15:08 GMT -5
does somebody die? what happns!?!?!? omg i love this story! its very good!
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 10, 2005 14:30:48 GMT -5
-shrug-
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Post by Sgt.Honeypie on Apr 10, 2005 15:28:59 GMT -5
ooo I can't wait for the next chaper *hint hint*. I wonder what will happen
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Post by Icee on Apr 11, 2005 3:18:26 GMT -5
Paul hung up the phone, his head was already aching.
But this was just going to cause more endless thoughts.
"What was it?" John stared at him, still in a shocked gaze.
"It's....It's Jane" He sighed. Life really couldn't get much worse now could it?
"What'd she wan'"? John asked, now as curious as ever.
She'd obviously hadn't been hurt, or in trouble. Otherwise he'd be histerical.
"She's er....she's pregnant". Paul let out a long sigh, and breathed in.
John stood, confused as hell.
"Paul..." He turned Paul around to face him.
"You think she might've known about it the oth' night?" John frowned.
"Maybe tha's why she ran out all of 'eh sudden" He added.
Paul sat down, his eyes were staring plainly at the ground.
He was deep in thought.
He wasn't ready for children. He knew how hard it was for John. Leaving Cynthia alone, all of the time. Cheating on her with an unknown female quantity.
He didn't want that for himself. His life was already abhorrent he didn't need anything else right now.
His apartment, still pretty much unfurnished and dead.
Which didn't do much for his disposition.
He cherished Jane, and he idolized everything about her. She complimented him. They were...not far from perfect in the commencement of their liaison. But a child was, way out of the blue.
"Paulie, think about this before you talk to 'er" John patted him on the shoulder.
John got up, sighed, and slowly retreated.
"Talk to yeh tomorrow" John nodded, and closed the door behind him.
"What have I done?" His voice quivered.
He knew this would be multitudinous. But he decided to call Jane back any way.
"Jane" He spoke softly, voice still visibly shaken.
"What?" She replied, with a sense of penitence.
"I'm sorry" He atrociously responded.
"What am I going to do?" She asked, discombobulated.
"I wouldn't know. I just know that...I should've treated you better. And that...I'm a complete dickhead".
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Post by me on Apr 11, 2005 12:39:24 GMT -5
Awww....Poor Paul
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Apr 11, 2005 15:18:37 GMT -5
Oh boy! icee, awesome adjectives! ;D
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Post by dude41 on Apr 11, 2005 16:21:36 GMT -5
awwww... Poor Paulie!
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Post by ibrake4whales on Apr 11, 2005 17:12:09 GMT -5
its so good! you must post more!!!
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