Please Please Me!

Title: Please Please Me
Author: Slasher_starr
Pairing: John/George
Rating: err... PG-13 for now...
Summary: John and George meet and everything changes
Warnings: Language, wanking in this chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own the Beatles but I wish I did!

This is my first story so I hope it's all right i don't really know. I would really appreciate comments about what you guys think! Thanks!

Johns P.O.V
     John Lennon twisted and turned down the Liverpool streets his guitar thumping rhythmically on his arse. It would be the Quarrymen's first practise since their last performance which much to John's pleasure had been a great success. Although all the songs they played were covers of other bands there was something about John and his band's sound that was different no matter how old and overplayed the songs was it always sounded new and alive when they played. Although most of the band members were lacking musical talent John's vocals and in your face personality kept the audience captured. Well that and Paul McCartney a young lad two years younger than John who was talented way beyond his years and could sing and play the guitar like no other John had ever seen.     

                When John arrived at Paul's house which was the chosen band practise spot for the day seeing as Paul's dad was at work he knocked once on the door and strolled into the McCartney's house not bothering for any greeting. He walked into Paul's living room and found his fellow band mates sitting around clutching their instruments clearly waiting for something,

"lads, good to see you all! Sorry if I kept you waiting".

The other band mates looked at each other uneasily. What had suddenly come over their rowdy leader? John suddenly let out a slightly hysteric laughter,

"Ha fuck it I don't give a shit. It only is my bleeding band! Alright than queers who's ready to make some music?"

Relief washed over the Quarrymen as they all began to laugh and greeted their charismatic band mate. That was the John they all new.

                After practise which hadn't gone all that great which unfortunately put John into a grumpy mood Paul made his way over to John well the other boys put away their instruments,

"umm John can I speak to you for a moment?"

Paul asked cautiously, aware of John's foul mood and his quick temper.

"Fine what do you want Paul?"

"Listen there is this friend of mine from school his names George Harrison he plays the guitar and he is really great. I think he should be in our band."

Our band, John thought to himself since when has it been our band as long as he knew it was John's band. He would have called Paul out on his obvious mistake but he was to tired and frustrated to talk to Paul at the moment,

"Fine I'll meet him but he better be fucking good."

                The next night John sat in the bus waiting for Paul to meet him. He was bringing around his that friend of his to play for John. He wasn't all that excited he was probably some desperate shit just wanting to be in a band. Yet again Paul was a great musician and if he said the lad was good he must be alright. The bus pulled up to the next stop and he could see two skinny figures getting onto the bus through the side window. John quickly fixed his slicked back hair and pulled out a ciggie. He leaned against the pole on the bus casually giving of a bored vibe. After taking one puff from his smoke he looked up to see Paul followed by the boy who John guessed was George Harrison. John almost began to laugh when he looked at the young stranger in front of him. The boy was short and looked like he had never eaten a day in his life. John looked at his face which was pointy and angular. He had an apprehensive smile plastered on his face and John could see two pointy little teeth poking from his lips almost like fangs. He had remarkably bushy eyebrows that set over top eyes that were so dark they looked like bottomless pits. John heard a little cough coming from Paul and John's face flushed slightly pink when he realised he had been analyzing the young boy for quite some time. John hid his feelings well though and quickly turned to Paul

"Hey I didn't know you were babysitting tonight Paul."

John sneered but seeing Paul's disapproving almost pleading look John turned to the younger boy,

"So you must be the little twat Paul told me about he says you play the guitar."

"Yes um I'm George Harrison"

the younger boy nervously stammered. John got a sick pleasure from the boy's nerves and could tell the boy was dead intimidated,

"John Lennon."

He replied.George's eyes flickered up and met john's for a fleeting moment before his face blushed and he darted his eyes away quickly finding the window suddenly very interesting,

"so are yiou just going to stand there twitching or are you going to play?"

George looked slightly taken aback,

"rig-h-ht now?"

he asked. John nodded

"there's no one up here anyways so play."

George took out his guitar and strapped it around his neck. He began to play the familiar guitar tune "Raunchy" which was very difficult even for skilled guitarist even Paul couldn't play the song without a struggle. George played it perfectly. John stared at the boy playing and couldn't help but let out a small smile when he saw how at ease George suddenly looked holding his guitar. He no longer looked nervous or awkward. John watched George's hands mover effortlessly up the neck of the guitar so elegant and fluid. When George had finished he gave a beaming smile to Paul who patted him on the shoulder and smiled back. Paul than turned to John. John did not return the smile and instead turned his head to George and said,

"How old are you?"

"Well um I'm 14."

George said returning back to his previous awkward self.

"Come back in a year or two when you can change your own diapers then."

John sated rather coldly he didn't want some young kid tagging along with the band he didn't need that but George was fantastic guitar. George looked crestfallen and upset. Paul turned to John angrily

"John what the hell he can play better than all of us can! Who cares if he's young he doesn't even act it."

But John wasn't going to give Paul the satisfaction of being right, at least not yet. Luckily for Paul and George the next stop came soon and they hustled out of the bus and Paul looked back throwing one more furious look at John. When he could barely see the outline of the boys from the bus window he forced it open he yelled out,

"Come to the next practice but we won't wipe your arse for ya!"

the last thing he heard were cries of excitement from both of the young lads before the bus rolled on. John sat back in his seat and his face spread into a smile. He didn't know why he was smiling and he kept trying to bring his face back to its usual scowl but the smile just reappeared. He walked into his house that night feeling tired and still confused as to why he still had this stupid grin plastered on his face.