Paul's Diary

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2008-07-10T17:44:15Z

Well after many tries, George is in finally in the Quarry Men! We went upstairs in the bus and George played "Raunchy" PERFECTLY so John was like "Yeah, he's in the band." I'm actually WITH John right, pretending I'm writing a song. La la la la do love me do. (Sorry, he was looking over my shoulder) Hah, he said it sounds crappy. I'm at John's flat he's sharing with his mate Stu. They go to art college together and I guess Stu's a good painter. I wish I was 'with it' and arty and intellectual like Stu. I'm just some stupid grade school kid following this cool older guy around like a puppy. He must think there is something to me if I'm worth his ti-change to G, chord change to a7 (John looking over my shoulder again. Dammit!)

HA! I just hugged John for no reason! I just put my arms around his neck and his eyes bugged out in such a funny way!

John: (warily) Um....what was THAT for?
Me: Dunno. You seemed down (smiling really widely like a loon)
(a moment's pause, then John pounces on me and hugs me frantically)
Me: (girlish squeals)
John: (smug grin)

God, I have to stop grinning or my face will collapse!!

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2008-07-02T16:02:08Z

OMG, I can't believe its been so long since I've updated! Just line up and slap me if you like. I deserve it. :P
So without delay, Paul's diary!
I promise I'll update more regularly, maybe every week, something like that.

Dear Diary,

Wow, I forgot I had you. Really, so many things have happened and yet when I think about it, nothing really comes to mind. I had my birthday a couple weeks ago. We went out swimming. I begged begged BEGGED my dad to let John come and he said yes so I was SO happy!! I think its safe to say John is now one of (if not THE) best friend I have. I can't think of anybody I like more. I dunno, its hard to explain, really. He doesn't really open up to anybody but when we're alone, I can see the chink in it, the guy who is really nice and sweet. Oh my God, if he knew I felt that way, he'd kill me! Even sometimes, I can't get through to him. Like when the Quarry Men are rehearsing and everybody else and chatting and stuff, he'll sag off by himself and just stare at empty space. I wish I knew what he was thinking or even just go over and put my arms around his shoulders, to let him know whatever was bothering him, he could tell me. It's a stupid, naive thing to say. I mean, there's still so much about his situation that I don't know about. He keeps saying all the important men in his life keep leaving like his Dad and his favorite Uncle George. Well at least there are strong women, like his Aunt Mimi and Julia. Oh damn, I was talking about my birthday, wasn't I? Back to that, we went swimming at the public pool and after that went home and had my ~~birfday~~ birthday cake, vanilla with sugar icing and slicing strawberries on top. DELICIOUS! Speaking of which, I think I am losing a bit of my baby fat. My stomach doesn't stick out as far as it used to. Yippee! When I told John, he said I still need to lose the fat in my head. It's funny, 'coz I know he's joking....right?

Well, John and I are going to see a movie so I'm waiting for him to come around. Oh, I'm on pins and needles!

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2008-01-26T22:29:58Z

Like my poem, huh? Eh, I kind of wrote it spur of the moment. We had to write sonnets in English and I got pretty good marks for that. Maybe its about someone but I dunno.
Oh, guess what happened to ME last weekend? John invited me to a party one of his older friends were having. I feel so lucky he gets to take me to grown-up type parties. Anyroad, so I went to this party and John kind of up and left me sitting on the couch. I felt really out of my element with all these art college intellectuals discussing Kandinsky (whoever the fuck THAT is) I struck up a very awkward conversation with a very arty bird sitting next to me (it started with "I like your skirt." UGH!) and she mentioned something about her mother and I said my Mum was dead. Then she felt really sorry for me, holding me close with her tits RIGHT next to my face! She somehow led me away to a room and we snogged and I got some finger pie before she decided we should 'do something else.' So, we shagged. It made me remember how long its been since I was with Layla. This bird (Rebecca I think) wasn't as tight as Layla but beggars can't be choosers. I'm dead lucky she didn't have second thoughts about balling with a chubby school boy in the midst of all these college blokes. After we both came (not at the same time. Hers took a bit longer) I felt REALLY tired but she got up and got dressed. I dunno but I wanted to lie my head on her soft titties and whisper lovely things. Bringing up my Mum must've made me all sentimental and lonely. Later I found John and told him what happened and he gave me a congratulatory beer. Hurray for beer!
I need to get another steady girlfriend. Speaking of girls, we have a show later on tonight. Maybe I can get John shit-faced and try to convince him to let George be in the band. Hey, tenth time's the charm!

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2008-01-14T03:05:39Z

Paul writes a poem, but he doesn't say who its about ;)

A Poeme Written and Constructed By Paul McCartney

When the rain falls on your face
I smile, its true.
The thing I can't trace
Shines all over you.

Broken clouds in the sky
and slush on the ground
I try and I try
but my voice makes no sound

My heart aches
for something that is real
My body quakes
A kiss I steal

You can't see
What is inside me.

[a trail of hearts leading down the page]

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2008-01-04T05:14:43Z

Sorry for the delay!
Summary: Paul's New Year Eve
Rating: PG

Oh my Goodness! I forgot to update! Funny, I was wondering why my bed was lumpy in one spot then I found my crushed diary. My Crimble was very merry indeed! Auntie Gin came over and gave me and Mike's presents but we had to wait until the next morning to open them. I got some sweaters and some chocolate oranges and things (I ate most of 'em by now) and a new record player. I also got a new watch, better than the crumby Mickey Mouse one I had. Most of my winter break I've been loafing about and going out sledding. I'm such a puss, I only go out for about 15 minutes and go back in and hide under the covers and drink hot cocoa. Sometimes its better to admit snow from a distance, haha. John invited me to his Aunt Mimi's Christmas party. I try to be polite with her, but I honestly think she hates me. While John's little half-sisters ran around, we sat in front of the telly watching some American Christmas movie they were airing specially for this time of year and drinking spiced rum. He gave me a Christmas card he drew of some kind of cherub playing a guitar next to an obvious cartoon version of John. Is the cherub supposed to be me?? Please Father Christmas, get rid of this baby-fat! How am I supposed to be famous if I'm all doughy?

This is a secret, but later that night, Julia caught me alone under the mistletoe and she GAVE ME A KISS! on the cheek, but STILL! Wow, maybe she DOES fancy me. Sorry. My pen ran out of ink.

On New Year's Eve, me and John had some secret champagne by the shed in his backyard. We seem to be doing that a lot, sneaking off and drinking together. Maybe we'll be two old wrinkly men sitting at a pub and drinking and mumbling and muttering about God knows what. When it struck 12, we sang a very bad version of Auld Lang Syne and one of John's neighbor's threw a shoe over the fence thinking we were cats or something. Haha! I have the feeling this is going to be a good year: 1958.

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2007-12-15T05:51:19Z

Rating: PG, for gooshiness ;)

Well, I told John that George wanted to be in the band. (artfully omitting the circumstances, snarf) He got really mad, saying he was too young and all that. I tried to convince him, for George's sake and mine, but John's stubborn as a mule. I'll get through to him eventually. I hope it snows tomorrow. It's depressing as Hell when its almost Christmastime and its not even snowy. I hope Auntie Gin comes over and cooks us Christmas dinner. I always look forward to that.

John keeps saying his mum fancies me, but what do you think, Rene? The other day at her house she gave me extra marshmallows in my hot cocoa and she bakes ME (not John, even though he takes some anyway) cookies, even though she's not the best cook in the world. He says that she asks about me, how I'm doing, stuff like that. I dunno. Unless she kisses me in an unmotherly way, I still think John's full of it. She's just being nice.

What the bloody Hell? John's climbing over the hedge in the backyard. My window looks right over it. Hang on, I'll go see what he wants.

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2007-12-08T19:21:58Z

Sorry I haven't updated in...a while. (has no internal clock whatsoever) I've been sans Internet.
Summary: Paul goes out on a limb and does...stuff with George
Rating: PG-13 or so

Dear Rene,
I was over at George's house earlier. I can't believe his parents don't care what daft clothes he wears but I wear trousers that are just a bit tight and my Dad has to yell at me. Life is so unfair. Anyway, we were lying together on his bed. His room has no heating, its freezing! And I was relaying that night with Layla. You know when you're telling another bloke something and you 'embellish' it a bit to make it seem more interesting. Like I said she was screaming out my name (the thing with Layla is she forgets my name a lot and that night she thought I was 'Rob', so you were say outside the door, you'd be hearing 'Fuck me harder, Rob!') and stuff like that. I was aware that while I was telling George, he was gradually scooting closer and closer and then out of nowhere, he KISSED me, on the MOUTH. I mean, HOLY SHIT! George started apologizing a lot. Maybe it was 'coz it made me feel warmer or something but I kissed him back. Before we went on with that, I made him swear not to tell anybody about it. He said he would on the condition I'd tell John to let him in the band. Little manipulative creep. But on the other hand, he's a pretty good guitarist. If it was anybody else, I'd have refused but I not only did I say I would, I promised so now I HAVE to. So that George permission to snog me to death. Good God, I didn't even know he fancied me. Before it even occurred to me to take my trousers off, George creamed himself. Teehee. No, I shouldn't laugh at him. Right now my crotch is on FIRE from...rubbing. Ow.

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2007-11-03T02:57:14Z

Summary: John's b-day
Author's Note: I'm actually kind of losing track of what is canon and what fab4fic_lover wrote in John's diary and what I made up so...I'll do my best to make up for it now.
Rating: G or PG

Dear ~~Diary~~ Rene,
I changed your hiding place to under the mattress. Its a little lumpy but at least its safe from prying eyes. (like...MIKE!) Hmm. I should call you something else. 'Diary' is kind of girlie. I don't exactly write about having tea parties and makeup and porcelain dolls. Actually I got it from a weird friend of mine for my birthday who got it from a stationery store. The cover has a copy of a green apple Rene Magritte painting. So...I guess your name from now on is Rene.
John was a bit on the stroppy side this week and I didn't know why until Ivan told me Friday is his birthday. I kind of panicked. Nobody said I NEEDED to get a present but I felt like getting him one. I didn't even know what to get a bloke, especially a bloke who is two years older. I had some extra money so I bought him a record. I was sort of unofficially invited to a birthday party at his Aunt Mimi's. I hadn't met her yet and thought she'd be like Julia. She wasn't. She kept looking at me like I was filthy and needed to be kept in the yard. There are also a lot of cats at her house. John would hold them up to me and say "Give 'em a kiss!" and they would lean in forward LIKE they were giving kisses. It was sweet, but then again I'm not really a cat person.
Ugh. The frosting from that cake plus the whisky me and John had when we snuck up into his room is making me sick.

Summary: The Halloween Episode :P
Rating: PG or so

Dear Rene,
My Halloween was..um..INTERESTING. I went through all the trouble dressing up (as a cowboy haha) then Dad told me I'm too old to go trick-or-treating. I had to take Mike, though. I thought I'd NEVER get out of it until I passed John. I asked my mate George to take Mike so I could go with John. George is nice but he's a bit of a doormat. He'll do anything I ask him to 'coz I'm a bit older. Plus I think he's a bit afraid of John. John was on the way to a Halloween party at his art college and since I was in costume, nobody would recognize me. Besides, if you were at a party, would you even think twice about a fat schoolboy dressed as a cowboy? Probably not, because its a rhetorical question. So we danced. Well, I DANCED, John just sort of hung around and drank beer. At one point, a bird dressed up like Marie Antoinette took me away outside and gave me a knee-trembler. For some reason John followed me and just sort of watched this bird sucking me off while drinking his beer. She sort of up and disappeared when she was done and I couldn't find her again. Bit of a shame but then again, it'd be a pain to undo her corset. John gave me a wink and gave me the rest of his beer. Then I had another half a bottle of beer and before I knew it me and John and this other bird dressed like mermaid were in this tangled mess on the dance floor. I said I had to go home and I whizzed home, hoping George didn't get one of his fits of honesty and tell my Dad what happened. Thank God he didn't. I took Mike home and managed to avoid my Dad. I'm not really drunk but my breath smells like beer and my eyes are all dilated (I checked in the mirror) and I'm pretty sure my Dad can tell.

Great. Mike came in just now to give me his bubble gum. At least he didn't see you, Rene.

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2007-10-26T20:39:35Z

Summary: That night
Rating: PG

Dear Diary,
John came back from his Aunt Mimi's house. After I got back inside it started raining REALLY hard. I all but forgot what happened that morning and was worried he'd get caught in the rain and get a cold or something. When he came in he tracked mud onto the rug and my Dad got mad at him. For some reason, when he has a beef with John, he yells at ME, like I'm responsible for everything John does. I'm not his keeper. Anyroad, we listening to his record until bed. Around that time, the rainstorm turned into a thunderstorm. Let me clarify something. I'm fifteen years old and almost a grown man. I'm NOT afraid of lightning and thunder. BUT I swear it got so close I jumped out of my skin! John probably doesn't want to me telling anybody, but he was just as scared. He was telling me not be such a big baby (while I was huddled under the covers) and a crack of thunder went off RIGHT by the window and he dove under the covers with me. I didn't even consider the THING that happened this morning involving us. All I know is at the time we were huddled together like we'd be struck dead. I had to wait for John to fall asleep so I could write this and he HAD to lay his fat head right on top of the spot on the pillow where the diary is underneath. You know that book "The Tell-Tale Heart" about the bloke who murders some old guy and puts his body under the floorboards but confesses because the beating heart is driving him crazy? I feel like that sometimes, like I'm being driven mad over if John found this. I need to find someplace else to hide it.

Wow, John is really warm. He's practically radiating heat. He can't get mad at me if its queer to sleep close. I'm really cold and he's really warm. That is called filling a need.

Page 11, Later That Day

2007-10-24T02:03:36Z

Summary: Continued from page 10
Rating: PG

I can't believe he found me. I thought I was better at climbing trees but I fell out. He found me and said he needed to explain what happened. I listened but only because my knee got scratched and my arse was sore. John's face was real red and he took his time saying what he wanted to say. He said he was cold so that's why he was so close. What a load of bullshit. I don't know what else I wanted to hear but it didn't make me feel any better. If anything, I'm even more confused now. Well 'one' other question was answered, he WASN'T awake the whole time. His eyes happened to open the same time as mine. He mumbled something about going to get the record and we went to his Aunt Mimi's house. I'm still here, sitting in the grass. I might be sitting on a twig or fallen branch or something. It's hard to get up.

On a different note, I'm glad John didn't see my diary. It fell in the grass and we haven't cut it in a while so it hid pretty well.

I should probably get up. The dew is making my pants wet.

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2007-10-23T02:54:00Z

Summary: The next morning. Stuff happens and Paul gets scared and hides in the backyard.
Rating: PG or so

CAUTION! DO NOT READ!! MIKE, THAT MEANS YOU!!

Dear Diary,
I'm writing this in the backyard so nobody can find me. This morning was really confusing. So me and John were sleeping but we were facing each other. I was still pretty much asleep but I felt his hands go around my middle and pull me close. He must not have shaved that close because one or two of his stray chin whiskers scratched my cheek. On one hand, I was a bit scared of what this might mean or what it did mean. But on the other hand, it felt really nice. His skin was all warm and smooth and clean-smelling. I didn't even mind when one of his hands went up my shirt and rubbed my back. It's weird. John is usually this tough guy but then, he was really gentle. I wonder if he's like that when he's with a bird. Its crazy to say this but in his arms, I felt safe. I was afraid to touch him back or open my eyes, just in case I woke him up. All I know is I didn't want it to end, EVER. It was a mistake but I sighed in his ear and his hands just...froze. I opened my eyes. He was wide awake. We sort of jumped apart. What the blood fuck does all this mean? He was awake the whole time? Was he doing it on purpose? Is all a joke? Why is my face all hot? I can't be queer! James Paul McCartney is NOT a goddamn queer! That's why I'm hiding in the yard.

FUCK. John's trying to find me. I wonder how long I can hide back here.

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2007-10-21T19:27:35Z

Summary: John spends the night ;)
Rating: PG-13 or a bit higher

Dear Diary,
Sorry to took so long to update. I told me mates about Layla the next day. What I didn't say was that she's kind thinks I tricked her into fucking so she doesn't want to do it again. I did tell John and he said that once we're famous, we'll have birds all over us. That's something we do a lot. We listen to records and daydream about when we'll be famous rock singers like Phil and Don Everly, but I look more like Elvis when he was a baby. That's what John says, anyroad.

John wanted to stay over at my house for the weekend and I had to beg and plead with me Dad to let him. He got really sore at me when he found a pack of ciggies in my jacket. Okay, yeah. John did get me in the habit of smoking. It's not THAT bad. I did cough the first few times.
At dinner John made of lot of dirty jokes involving spaghetti. Dad didn't approve of my snorting. We practiced playing guitar in the back room later. The wallpaper we put up is awful. We should really put another over it.

Before we went to bed, John took a shower. I heard him singing 'Heartbreak Hotel' and when he came out, I asked him if he had the record. He'll let me borrow it tomorrow. It wasn't really that late so we laid in my bed and talked. Unlike at Julia's house, there was room on the floor but Princess John (haha) didn't want to sleep on the there. So we talked about nothing for a while until we started on Brigitte Bardot. That reminded me of a dream I had about her the other night, sort of inspired by "Helen of Troy"
It went a little like this-I was this Greek shepherd and I was wandering around and in this grove next to this fountain was Brigitte and she was washing herself. She saw me and asked me to come closer and help her wash her back-

I got to that part when I looked over and John had his hand down his trousers. Randy git. Apparently it turned him on so he said I had to finish. Actually there wasn't much more to the dream so I made up more stuff. But it ended up making ME horny too. So I started wanking as well, but not in front of John. We both finished up and he wiped his hand off on MY sheet. Dirty sod.
Even if he does roll over onto me, I hope its as nice as last time.

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2007-10-19T01:32:32Z

Summary: Paul talks about getting his little cherry popped ;D
Author's Note: I had to skip ahead a bit. Heh, I'm impatient ;) I had to search for the name of the girl Paul lost his virginity to. Sorry its so short.
Rating: PG-13

Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven't updated in a while but tonight something definitely noteworthy happened. This girl I've been seeing, Layla, invited me over to help her baby-sit. I know the deal. 'Baby-sit' really means 'snog on the couch.' At least, that's she let me do until now. We had to be really careful just in case the front door clicked open, then...I don't even want to think about it. But that didn't happen. Actually, it was REALLY hard to keep from coming right away. I mean, Layla is a huge cocktease. I've wanted to shag her for the longest time, but she wouldn't let me. But I FINALLY got to! It was...AMAZING. Well, I can't really put it in better words than that. Just...feeling her bare skin against mine was...ohh. My knees are shaking. I had to go but walking home with nobody out, it was odd. Like, I felt like skipping or dancing like in those daffy American films.

I have GOT to tell the guys about this at school tomorrow! John's trick to kissing birds worked!

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2007-10-18T02:41:13Z

Summary: The next day
Rating: PG or PG-13

Dear Diary,
You know yesterday I put I hoped John didn't roll over onto me? He DID. Wanker. While I was asleep, I felt like there was this pressure on me chest and I opened one eye and he had one arm draped across me. Pfft. And HE was the one who said it wasn't queer to sleep in the same bed as long as we didn't face the same way. I wanted to push him off, but he looked so peaceful. The light from the window was shining on his hair. I had no idea it was so brilliantly red. He must get it from Julia. He started to wake up and I pretended to be asleep myself. He didn't really get up, more like he nestled closer. As odd as it was, it felt really nice. I REALLY didn't want to get up but I had to piss like a racehorse. When I got back, John was awake and telling me I was going to be late for breakfast. John just had tea but Julia made up stacks of pancakes for me. She joked that I should be her son so she could spoil me. Then she said something about having to take the incentive to spank me. I don't think my face ever got so red. I thought it'd burst into flames. John almost choked on his tea. Asshole.

When I got home, Dad reminded me that I have school in a few weeks. I have to go with him to get my school clothes tomorrow.

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2007-10-17T02:52:47Z

Summary: Paul sleeps over at Julia's house
Rating: PG-13

Dear Diary,
I'm staying over at John's Mum's house. I had to wait until he settled down so I could write this without him peeking at it. I had to go through a lot of trouble just to for my Dad to let me sleep over. He grilled me for about half an hour about saying 'Please' and 'Thank you' and to be polite and all that crap. He brought up that John's a bad influence AGAIN. God, I wish he'd give it a rest. I muscled my way out before he started on about how tight my pants are. He didn't say anything to John when he came by to walk me to his Mum's house. John calls his Mum by her first name, which is Julia. Isn't that something? We all went into the bathroom because it has better acoustics and jammed. Julia, I mean John's mum, is probably the only woman I know who can play the ukuele ukeule Hawaiian guitar. Then we had dinner. I dunno WHY but I was REALLY hungry. I had seconds of everything, even dessert. Blueberry pie with ice cream on top. John kept poking my arse and saying how fat I was. Hmph. When I am going to lose this goddamn 'baby fat', anyways? It's probably why I'm still a virgin.

Then we went to bed. Well, we were in John's room but we didn't 'go to bed' right away. He dimmed the lights and we wanked on opposite ends of the room. Every time I got close, John would yell out 'WINSTON CHURCHILL!' and I'd lose my concentration. Fucker. He's asleep now. There isn't any room on the floor so I'm sleeping in his bed with him. EW. He's drooling. I hope the dirty sod doesn't roll over onto me.

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2007-10-16T01:00:47Z

Summary: The Rehearsal and Paul is dubbed 'Macca'
Rating: PG, for mildly slashy situations

Dear Journal,
The rehearsal was today. I was nervous but didn't try to show it. John seemed to be in a bad mood, though. He was yelling at everybody but me. I missed some of the guitar cues but John didn't seem to notice. Actually, I think he came close to yelling at me but then he mumbled something about how I look like a bird. Huh? Since when? One of the other blokes cracked a joke that John was taking a fancy to me and he got really pissed. It was really scary, seeing him that angry. He saw me practically pee my drawers and he hooked a finger under my chin and said 'I won't bite, Macca,' and he grinned. And with that, he was through with his moodiness. I asked later why he called me 'Macca' and he said that was my nickname. So that was that, I suppose. After the rehearsal, me and John went for ice cream. I didn't eat it fast enough and it melted all over my hand. John was laughing away while I tried to lick it off. Ew, I should probably wash my hand off. I didn't get all of it.

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2007-10-14T00:16:58Z

Summary: Paul recounts his experiences at camp and John comes for a visit :P
Rating: PG

Dear Journal,
After I got to camp, I couldn't find you and I thought somebody took you! I was so afraid someone read the part about what I did in the shower and say I was queer. I'm back home now. I don't remember a lot of the stuff that happened. I found a baby snake and named him Nicholas then Mike smashed his head with a rock. He got his lickings, though. He went swimming and got a weird crusty rash on his bits. Hahaha! I shouldn't laugh, though. I got sunburns on my shoulder. It's peeling off now but it still stings.

John came by earlier, pounding on the door like a nut. Nearly scared me shitless. He said he was glad I was back because we're going to rehearse tomorrow. I said I'd try to make it if my Dad didn't weigh me down with chores. John said I should just sod him off. I wish I could, but I'm just not that heartless. He had one more bit of business with me, though. Are you ready, because it's a bit silly. John wanted ME to tune his guitar. Hahahaha! Okay, its not THAT funny but I found it hilarious. John kept telling me to shut my fat gob but I couldn't at first. I ended up doing it anyway. Maybe its because John's like this older bloke with his own band, I just assumed he knew how to tune his own guitar. He had it tuned like a banjo for some reason.

Oop! Time for supper!

Page 3 of Paul's Diary

2007-10-13T22:14:05Z

Summary: John sees Paul off before he goes to camp (*swoon*) Short one. I'll maybe do another later.
Rating: PG or G

Dear Diary..majigger,
Guess who saw me before I had to leave for camp? John! I don't know even know how he knows where I live. Ivan must of told him. It was kind of unsettling looking out the front window and seeing him standing out on the lawn. I tried to act cool, y'know, but he kept larfing at my stupid kerchief. Hmph. Since he looks like a Ted ,he made my Dad uncomfortable. John seemed to think that was funny, too.

So I'm all settled in at camp now. It's lights out so I'm going to bed down.

Sorry. Spider on the sheet.

Paul's Diary-Page 2

2007-10-13T01:53:27Z

Second entry! fab4fic_lover, think I should post links to johnheartpaul?
Summary: I'll try to go a little chronological, at least until I get to the events mentioned in John's diary.
Rating: PG-13, for 'experimentation'

Dear Journal,
It's been a hot day. I'm sweating like a dog. WHEW. I saw Ivan today. Oh, I forgot to mention that he's a friend of John's. Completely slipped my mind for some reason. Anyway, he saw me on the way and he wanted to tell me that John wanted me in his band. Maybe my mind went out of whack at first 'coz I blurted out "Why didn't he tell me himself?" I dunno why. He prolly had stuff to do. In fact, I think before we met officially, I saw him on the bus and I got intimidated. I did so! Well, he looks like a Ted. The whole bus ride I thought he'd just get up and get the boot in on me. He didn't, Thank God. Oops, I'm rambling. Anyroad, the point is I told Ivan to tell John I said alright, but I had scout camp. Thank God this is the last year. I got sick of that shit ages ago. You can only tie square knots and canoe for so long before you start wanting to smack the person who thought of the whole thing. At least I can practice guitar there.

Ew. I'm all sticky. I need to shower. Speaking of shower, something happened about last week. Since I'm absolutely positive Mike or anybody can't find this (its under my pillow) , I guess its alright to put down. Ok, I was having a shower and my hands were all wet and soapy and I washing my back and a finger slipped right into my arse. And out of morbid curiosity, I wiggled it deeper. And deeper. Until...something happened. I must have touched SOMETHING but I CAME, shot right out onto the opposite wall. And...I have no idea why. But it felt really goddamn good. Ohh, my knees are shaking just thinking about it.

Well, my Dad just yelled at me that I have to pack for camp, so I'll do that.

Paul's Diary-Page 1

2007-10-11T18:37:24Z

Thanks, beatle_boot! EDIT: and fab4fic_lover
Ok, so this is Paul's diary. I'm doing this mostly so I can get back in the habit of writing fics. I've taken way too long a break plus I'm in love and stuff LOL

Summary: Paul meets John at the Garden Fete. Odd how its the first entry he does. ;)
Rating: PG

Dear Diary or Journal or something,

Today was the Woolton Garden Fete. I got there kind of late. The Brownie parade was worth missing for what I caught, thought. They actually had a rock band play! Can you believe that?! The old punters looked like they'd faint, haha. Their leader singer was really gear. One of the songs he sung was "Come Go With Me" but he made up different words. I think once or twice he looked RIGHT at me, but I was standing right in the middle so he could've been looking at anybody. Good thing I brought my guitar. I brought it, to be honest, to play for some cute lass but maybe this fellow could teach me something. That's what I thought. I saw him later drinking beer with his mates. I guess he was REALLY blotto 'coz he got RIGHT in my face. His breath was sour and beery. EW. He saw my guitar and asked if I could play. I said I reckon I could. The only way I can play guitar properly is to turn it upside down, y'see. It doesn't look THAT daft but his friends were snickering and all that. I played "Twenty Flight Rock". I played a couple more songs. After I was done, the leader was just looking at me. I thought maybe he thought I wasn't good. Then I introduced me to everybody and said I was good. WOW. I learned his name is John. I don't know what it is about it him. He's...compelling. Maybe it's just 'coz he's older, he has that mystique.

I just feel better for having meeting him. Can't imagine what he thinks of me.