i believe in yesterday ☽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

rain. it wasn't new for liverpool, but the warm weather was short-lived.

it was only two days after paul and molly's dinner date. it went exceedingly well to paul, but molly thought it went horrible for her to confess both that she didn't want to shag him and she'd never kissed anyone before paul.

george was oddly quiet, not calling or randomly showing up at her house like normal. paul decided it was probably the rain. he didn't show up until after church when everyone got home.

he knocked twice on the front door and was let in by paul's father.

paul was getting changed out of his church clothes and into regular clothes when george just walked in with no reaction whatsoever!

he didn't even realize paul didn't have anything on until he hurriedly scrambled to put his clothes on. "oh, sorry," was all he said on the matter.

"george, what the fuck?"

he laughed and sat on his bed, pushing his ugly church clothes off into his hamper.

"so what did you do this weekend?"

paul's heart sank. he didn't want to tell him about him and molly's date, but he didn't know why. it wasn't a complete secret, but he just didn't want to bother.

"oh, the usual. nothing. you?" he used a nonchalant tone. he laid back as george sat at the foot of his bed.

"erm, there was practice. i went on a date with a very talkative bird. don't think i'll be seeing her soon," he said. paul sat up and faced him.

"you went on a date?" he yelled in disbelief. george nodded and laughed nervously. "oh... well, so did i!"

"you did not,"

"did too!"

"is that so? with who, then?"

he sat back with a huff. "i don't know if you know her," he lied. "she's a pretty nice gal." he looked at his fingernails to avoid looking into george's eyes. they were the most intense things he'd ever seen!

george scoffed. "what's her name?"

paul stopped and contemplated on telling him. what would he think? "her name's... erm... molly," he choked out.

"our molly? you went out with mayweather?" george shot a glare at him.

"well, yeah," he said back. he fumbled with the collar of his shirt and narrowed his eyes towards him. "i can go out with whoever i like!"

george shook his head. his breath was beginning to become heavy and long. he sounded like he sighed with every breath.

the two stayed quiet for a long time before george said anything. paul finally spoke up and asked, "what's it got to do with you, anyways?"

he looked at him with another long breath. "i just don't think you're right for her. i mean, don't get me wrong, she's great, but you're... and she's..." he couldn't finish his sentence.

"different? we're different? we're not compatible?" paul sat back up and leaned on his hands. "i don't know what you're problem is, but you need to stop this. i don't know if it's jealousy-"

"jealousy? oh paul, don't flatter yourself!" george spat. he got off his bed and stood up.

"jealousy is exactly what it is! you're jealous of me!" paul accused as he stood up after him.

"you're mental if you think i'm jealous of anyone, paul mccartney," george rolled his eyes.

"you're the one who's mental, george. you're jealous of me because she likes me! i've known you liked her ever since you met her!"