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A/N This Is Shit tho (the playlist i mean)

John —

i. Victorious — Panic! at the Disco
ii. WILD — Troye Sivan
iii. New Americana — Halsey
iv. Crazy = Genius — Panic! at the Disco
v. Teenagers — My Chemical Romance

Ringo —

i. Soap — Melanie Martinez
ii. Play Date — Melanie Martinez
iii. for him. — Troye Sivan
iv. Collar Full — Panic! at the Disco
v. BLUE — Troye Sivan

George —

i. Doubt — Twenty Øne Piløts
ii. Sing — My Chemical Romance
iii. Fix You — Coldplay
iv. Cool Kids — Echosmith
v. Houdini — Foster The People

Paul —

i. Colors — Halsey
ii. Viva La Vida — Coldplay
iii. The Sound — The 1975
iv. The Feeling — Justin Bieber ft. Halsey
v. Fake You Out — Twenty Øne Piløts

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JOHN JOINED drama class for one thing and one thing only—

Wait, no, scratch that. Two things, rather. The first one was that he flunked nearly all of his classes and he needed some kind of leverage if he didn't want to repeat the whole year. And the second one, well—

"Jo— Johnny!" Ringo stammered, blue eyes going comically (and cutely) wide. "What are you doing here?"

"Surprised, short-stuff?" He asked, giving him the usual-daily-accustomed Lennon-smile. (Yes, the one which was a few millimeters in before becoming a fully-blown smirk.)

"I... I just didn't take you for the acting type," Ringo replied, biting his lip in the way that made John go slightly crazy for. "Wait, you are going to act, right? Like– you're not gonna goof around with the equipment?"

"Duh. By the way, is Mccharmly here?"

"Yeah, funny story though- he's the director of the play." Ringo laughed softly. Cue the butterflies.

Don't get John wrong, he wasn't gay– okay maybe a teensy, weensy bit– and it wasn't like he took a peep into the school records to find what particular extracurricular club he was in, ha ha.

"So..." John shifted a bit on his feet, nonchalantly bringing himself closer to the shorter boy. "What's the play?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I think it's Julius Caesar?"

"The salad dressing?"

"No the—" Ringo snorted a laugh. His hands shot up to his mouth, muffling a giggle. "God darnit, Winston."

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"Cox?"

"I— Wha— Present!" Maureen blurted, giving Ringo a glare, which the blue-eyed boy gave a goofy grin in return.

"Starr?"

"Prese— ow! Mo!"

Brian rolled his eyes, a fond fatherly smile setting in his lips.

"Cut that out you two." He wagged his finger at the two. "Harrison? Harrison? Is Harrison here?"

"Ye– Y-Yes," The boy in the back stuttered, eyes quickly falling to his dirty Converse shoes. "S-Sorry."

"It's fine, lad. Kercherr?"

"Present."

"Sutcliffe?"

"Here," Stu waved his right hand, with Astrid laying her head on his left shoulder. She muttered something under her breathe, and the two of them laughed. Lovebirds, Brian mused.

"Boyd?"

"Here!"

"Powell?"

The blonde beside Pattie waved her hand.

"Present, sir."

"Asher?"

"Yep."

"Lennon?"

A loud pop! filled the room. John chewed on his bright pink bubblegum, looking through the window (if he was pretending not hear in general, Brian never knew). His dazed eyes— must've been in some pleasant daydream, Brian surmised— snapped into realization.

"Here."

"I've noticed." Brian said, making some of the others erupt into fits of chuckles. John gave them all a faux angry look, except for one, and laughed along with them. "Mccartney?"

As if by cue, the doe-eyed boy bursted through the door.

"Present," He breathed, chest heaving, usual combed-clean hair all messy and windblown. George's wild, dark eyes met his, and it was like the world stood still for the two boys.

If Brian ever noticed, he didn't show it. Instead, he told the boy to sit beside George and continued checking the list.

"George?" Paul whispered, eyes wide, looking he had just seen a ghost. "I thought– I thought you moved to Italy?"

"Surprise," The scouse said sheepishly. Despite the small, generally friendly smile on his face he still couldn't help but continue fidgeting with his striped sweater. "Told you I'd be back, remember?"

"Yeah but that was—" Paul went silent, and George was about to speak up again when he opened his mouth. "— ten years ago!"

Was that really ten years ago? Red colored George's cheeks. "I-I'm sorry—"

"No, I'm not mad Geo," Paul said quickly, memories hitting him like a freight train. The old nickname made him calm down a bit. "I'm just surprised as fuck that you came back—"

"Language, Mccartney." Brian scolded. "And as I was saying, William Shakespeare was...."

"So," George cleared his throat, fearing thag his voice would come out raspy. "Director, eh?"

It was Paul's turn to blush. "Mr. Epstein's still the manager, I just pull the strings a bit more tha's all." And after that, the boy added: "Out of the extracurricular, why did you pick drama class?"

George looked at his hands.

"My, um, dad sort of told me that it'll improve the way I a-act around people. Bring my out of my own shell, he said."

"But- George-"

"Hey, you're here– I'm here— we're finally together," A smile lit up George's features, and Paul momentarily forgot how to breathe. "And, who knows? It might really do help me socialize."

For a quiet boy he's pretty good with words. Paul thought, feeling an infectious smile form in his lips.

"Alright." Paul said. "But if anyone tried to bully you like when we were kids I'll sock 'em."

George laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

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This is genuinely the first legit Mcharrison part I have ever written

Other than a smut oneshot but we don't talk about that

But if you want to I can  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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All the love,

-grace

Btw do you like the new cover????