Something Like Love

Chapter Twelve

John Lennon lie awake with Paul cuddled close to his chest. A small lamp stood on the night stand which cast a dim light around the room. He was looking at the shadows on the walls, trying to pass time.

He couldn't sleep. He didn't want to.

He was still filled to the brim with fury after what Pete did to Paul. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. And he was going to pay.

John heard Paul's breathing become slow and even. He had fallen asleep. Paul looked so comfortable and peaceful, John actually considered staying and cuddling him.

No. Pete Shotton hurt his Macca, and he was going to do something about it.

He slowly slid his arms off of Paul and got out of bed, making sure not to disturb the younger boy. John pulled the blankets up to Paul's neck and turned off the lamp. Hopefully Paul wouldn't wake up this time.

John grabbed his coat, throwing it on. He closed the door as he exited his room, praying Mimi wasn't awake so he didn't have to explain to her where he was going at such a late hour.

He sauntered down the stairs, relieved to see that Mimi was nowhere in sight.

John dashed out the door in a hurry to confront his former mate, Pete.

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John was only a block away from the school, when a thought hit him. What if Pete wasn't even there? He probably left after beating the shit out of Paul. Christ, what was he supposed to do then? Go on a man hunt for the bastard?

'If Shotton isn't there, then I'll just go home and find him in school on Monday.'

But John had a feeling he'd still be at the dance. Pete wasn't the brightest kid; he'd stay around the crime scene if he murdered someone.

The auburn haired boy walked into the gymnasium, still tons of people on the dance floor throwing each other about. John didn't know where Pete would establish oneself in such a big crowd. In the bathroom? Somewhere on the bleachers?

No. The blonde haired lad was where John would least expect him to be: in the middle of the gym, dancing with a bird.

His blood boiled just looking at Pete. John strode towards him with only on thing on his mind.

Bashing his bloody ribs in.

"PETE," John yelled, making some people turn their heads. He grabbed the back of Shotton's black sports coat and twisted him around full force, making him lose his balance a little.

"I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from him!"

Pete blinked a couple of times, trying to comprehend what exactly was going on, but John didn't have any patience and pushed him right into the snack table. He flipped over it, getting covered in food and punch.

He lay on the ground still not entirely sure what was happ- Paul. He had forgotten about Paul.

'Oh fuckin' hell,' Pete thought to himself. John was going to kill him.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and ran over to see what was happening.

John walked over to Pete and started pounding his face in with his fists. He put all the anger he had into it. The younger lad tried to push John off of him, only to get hit harder. Blood was streaming down his face and he tried not to cry- not to cry in front of John.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" John screamed, not letting up one bit. Pete realized that everyone in the gym was watching this go down, and no one was going to help him. There was only one thing he could do. Beg.