That boy... (Chapter 1 Mclennon fic)

July 6 1956


They walked towards the church, behind the performing stage. 

"Where are you taking me?" Paul asked Ivan in complete bewilderment.

"I want you to meet someone special" he responded still leading Paul through the place.

They walked down a long hallway made a turn, walked along another hallway and finally arrived at a tall black door. Ivan pushed it confidently and opened it to the band that had previously performed at the church festival. The boys procceded and walked in quietly.

"Heres the guy I wanted to show you" Ivan said to Paul.
He looked at Paul and Paul gave him this wiered out face in response, liftig one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows slightly up.

Paul saw a gritty looking boy who had previously been leading that diaster of a band, he was probably the only lad who knew how to play an instrument. He was almost his same size in hieght just that Paul was a bit chubbier and didn't look that tough and dangerous like this guy before him.

"John this is Paul," Ivan said a bit louder so John could hear, "this is the guy I've been talking to you about, hes a year younger but 'es cool."

John turned around his back towards the band and put his attention towards a baby faced looking boy eith feminine features who kinda looked kinda cute but looked kind of full of himself.

John looked at Paul and smiled at him sarcastically, "hello".
"Hi," Paul answered kindly reaching out to shake John's hand. John looked at him like he was crazy and hesitantly shook Paul's small shakey hand and squeezed it tightly. "Paul" he answered through gritted teeth. "John" he responded still smiling sarcastically and pulled away. Paul glarred at him a thought to himself of how much an ass John was and returned a sarcastic smile back.

"So why'd you bring this one 'ere? John said to Ivan rudely.

"Well, Paul plays." Ivan simply stated. 

"He plays?" John said acting like he cared.

Ivan nodded and smiled at Paul.

"Yea, with himself!" John teased causing the others to laugh.

Paul rolled his eyes and looked annoyed, god I hate all these stupid arse wholes he thought to himself. He then felt Ivan elbow him gently and encouraged him with his eyes to play. 
"Show um come on Paul." Ivan finally said out loud.

"Yea, show us!" John interrupted them as he handed Paul his favorite guitar. Paul snatched it out of his hands and flipped it upside down. "Oh me, oh my hes a lefty." John said coyly as he put his hand to his cheek pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Git," Paul mumbled. He adjusted the chords which were very out of tune, pulled the guitar up confidently, and began to play "Twenty Flight Rock" 

"Well I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking she's a queen.

The instant the Paul began to sing John was tranfixed by the kid before him. John was amayzed of how good he sounded how well he sung and hit the high notes he thought 'es pretty good, well very good actually'. 

"I took her to a dance on a saturday night,
All alone where I can hold her tight. 
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevator's broken down." 

Something in the way he moved was incredible he looked like a fukin' professional and he was just a kid, the rookie, that boy! 

"And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock." 

Paul sang the chorus and giggled a bit at John's and the others expessions he knew he was 1000x's better than any of the shits here and he could other instruments too so he was like a fucking god to the rest. 

The more Paul sang and played the more enchanted John became. This boy was a beast and he couldn't deny it! He also had a little thing in him a little spark in his eyes that made John's tummy flutter. 'tummy flutter what the hell' 

Paul had finally finished playing. Ivan looked at him and smiled as a sign of like 'a good job'. Ivan looked at John and chuckled at his amayzed 'I cant believe it, this isnt real' face.

"What'd you think?" Ivan remarked at John.

"He's alright," John tried to play it cool, "You didn't seem like the rock n' roll type"

Paul chuckled and walked a bit closer to John pushing his guitar back to his owner's arms, "Don't let your eyes deceive you." He wispered and walked out feeling 1000 times more confident than he already was. Impressing one of the toughest teds in town, WHO WOULDNT BE! 

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