"No, it’s bloody not. Don’t argue with me Paul, I’ve been doing this longer then you have"
"I don’t fucking care! I can hear that as an F, why won’t you listen to me?"
"Because I can hear it’s a fucking D man"
"No, it isn’t a fucking D, it’s a fucking F... would you just…"
"Paul, fucking shut your mouth! It’s a D"
"NO! It’s not John! I’m sick of this! It’s an F you pompous bloody bastard"
"Why you fucking little…"
George dropped his head into his hands, tired of watching John and Paul argue over a bloody chord. They didn’t seem to agree on anything, and George wasn’t sure if it was because John didn’t want to admit he was wrong or if Paul was looking for a reason to argue.
In the past week they’d lost their drummer and had rotated six different guitarists and now Charlie McEcheron was in as the new drummer, they had no bassist and Paul, John and George all played guitar.
"It’s a fucking G" he mumbled at last.
John and Paul stopped arguing and looked over at him
"What?" John snapped
George looked up and narrowed his eyes "G, that’s what it is. Christ you two are like an old married couple."
"G…" Paul said thoughtfully... he reached over and played the Elvis record.
"No… no It isn’t" John was saying. But as the song got to the bridge and Paul stopped it George picked up his guitar and played what he could remember, including the G.
"You see" he said dully "G"
Paul looked at John "He’s right"
John muttered something under his breath and shook his head "Good call George" he mumbled eventually.
They played the song and John left to meet Tracy, Charlie left to meet Shaz, leaving Paul and George alone in George’s bathroom.
"You know," said Paul, he was sitting on top of the toilet smoking out the open window. "We need a bigger bathroom, because yours is bloody small"
George nodded and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. Paul lit it for him and George joined him at the window. "It’s a bit degrading isn’t it" he said
"What?" asked Paul "Playing in bathrooms? Well we get the best sound in here don’t’ we"
"Yeah" said George thoughtfully "I guess"
They were quiet for a few minutes before someone knocked on the door.
"George" called his sister Louise "George you got a letter from Gabby"
Paul raised his eyebrows at him "Oooh you got a letter"
"Shut up" laughed George, flicking his fag out the window "We write each other because she dies of boredom at that school and it’s my job as her best friend to you know…"
"Not make her die of boredom?" suggested Paul,
"Yeah" George said, he hopped off the bathroom counter and unlocked the door. Louise sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose
"You’ve been smoking haven’t you?" she asked
"No I wasn’t.." George mumbled shutting the door again on her as soon as he had his letter.
"What’s it say?" asked Paul "Anything about kissing the other girls?"
George laughed "No, I’ll have her do that and then tell me in excruciating detail if you like"
"Really?" laughed Paul "She’d do that"
"No, I don’t know…" George hopped back up on the counter and pulled his guitar into his lap
Paul stared at him for a while "Aren’t you going to read it?" he asked at last
George looked up "What now?"
"Yeah now"
"No, why?" he said, looking down at his guitar
"Because" said Paul eagerly "I want to know, I think it’s kind of… " he hesitated looking for the right word "I dunno, it’s weird… and yet kind of great that you’re best friends with a bird, I mean… especially since she’s a looker"
"She is?" asked George
Paul gave him a dubious look "You’re kidding"
"No"
"She is"
"Oh," he paused "Good for her then"
There was quiet for a while with only the sound of George picking out a short melody while Paul watched him. George sighed "Do you want me to read you the letter Paul" he asked later only five minutes of this uncomfortable silence.
Paul nodded and George pulled the letter from his back pocket…
Georgie,
I have terrible news, I’m failing maths and might be sent home (oh gasp and terrible woes) I wonder if there’s ever been anyone else in history to try to FAIL a class… hmmm. So, have you gotten laid yet? How’s Amy Prewett or Tracy for that matter? Please tell Paul he’s a perverted bastard and make sure John isn’t too mean to you.
I love you, I miss you, I’m going out of my mind here…
Love,
Gab.
Ps: Have you tried Amanda Scotts? She’s got big tits and blonde hair you know. And she’s probably easy too.
George looked up at Paul "You’re a perverted bastard" he said with a convivting smile across his face.
"Am I?" said Paul "She mentioned me?"
"Yeah," George nodded "D’you know Amanda Scotts
Paul thought for a minute "Yeah, blonde girl? Big knockers?"
"I guess" George handed him the letter and Paul skimmed it briefly before sighing and shaking his head "d’you know someone truly loves you when they suggest potential shags" he said
Later on that evening after Paul had gone home, George wrote her back.
Gab,
Paul agrees that he’s a perverted bastard. He would like for you to make out with one of the girls at your school and then tell us about it in detail. If you can, send photos. Thanks for the Amanda Scotts tip, Paul says he knows her. Amy’s avoiding me, Tracy is avoiding me, but in this weird way where they give me this look and then wink and then stay away. Do you understand this? Don’t get sent home because then you’ll be stuck in Liverpool for the rest of your life. Really, I’m serious Gab, you do not want to be here for the rest of you’re fucking life. Did you know you’re a looker? Paul says so, I don’t know what to think, you know?
I miss you, I love you, I’m going out if my mind, mostly due to Paul and John’s bickering.
Love
Georgie,
Ps: You stole my leather jack you fucking cow you