Under Pressure- PrologueUnder Pressure- Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr. Lennon, are you paying any attention?" the professor stared down at John with cold eyes.
"No sir," John smiled, "I wasn't paying any attention whatsoever."
The teacher sighed, "Mr. Lennon. Please pay attention."
"Will do sir!" John exclaimed, saluting the teacher and making everyone giggle.
The teacher refused to give John any more attention, so he ignored John and continued with his lesson. But John Lennon wasn't about to be forgotten. He'd been forgotten all his life. There was no way he'd let that stupid teacher at the front of the classroom forget about him.
John watched as the teacher excused himself for a moment, slipping out the door quietly. John stood, all eyes on him, and walked to the board. If the teacher wasn't up to teaching at the moment, who better to teach than John Lennon himself?
"Now boys and girls," John put on a nasally tone, making everyone smile.
They looked up to him. He was rebellious. He wasn't afraid to break the rules. He wasn't afraid to get
Under Pressure- Chapter SevenUnder Pressure- Chapter Seven in Short Stories More Like This
"So why are you here?" George asked, still sleepy and confused as to why his friends had shown up at his window at one in the morning.
"In short: John kissed me and my dad and I got into an argument," Paul explained, "So now we're asking if we can stay overnight."
"Yeah," George mumbled, "Sure. Just-Just don't make out or anything. I can't deal with queers this early in the morning."
Paul smirked, "We won't. John says it was just a prank. Nothing meant by it."
"Okay," George smiled, trudging to his closet and pulling out some extra blankets, "I'll go get some pillows from downstairs; be right back."
George walked from the room, yawning loudly.
"So you been to George's before Paulie?" John asked.
Paul nodded and snapped, "If you dare do anything while George is around, I'll kill ye."
"Does that mean I can do anything I want when George is out of the room?" John chuckled, tangling his arms around Paul's waist.
Paul snuck out of John's grasp and climbed up onto Geo
Under Pressure- Chapter OneUnder Pressure- Chapter One in Short Stories More Like This
Paul walked through the front door of his house nervously. He walked casually into the kitchen, his mother gasping at the sight of him. His father and brother looked up from the kitchen table, also a bit shocked at the sight of him.
"James Paul McCartney!" his mother exclaimed, "What happened to you?!"
"Did you get beat up again?" Mike giggled.
He was ignored as Mrs. McCartney rushed over to her elder son.
"Mom, I'm alright," Paul lied, "George and I were just goofing off and he accidently whacked me."
"Oh my goodness Paul, you need to be more careful," his mother said, examining his black eye, "And tell George that if he hits you again you aren't going to get to go over to his house anymore."
"It's alright Mum," Paul said, "George is my friend. Anyway, I got him back. Gave him a bloody nose."
"Paul!" his mother exclaimed, "You shouldn't do stuff like that! You're going to see your grandparents next week! What will they say when they see your black eye?!"
"I don't know
Under Pressure- Chapter EightUnder Pressure- Chapter Eight in Short Stories More Like This
"Ooh! Pancakes!" John smiled, taking the plate from George and starting to eat the one on the top.
George was still staring at Paul in disbelief, asking, "How could you do something like that?"
Paul felt tears coming to his eyes as he murmured, "I didn't mean to."
"How do you not mean to kill someone?" George whispered, entering the room a little farther and shutting his door quickly, "Paul, don't you realize that you're in huge trouble? Police are searching for you right now."
"They don't know it's me," Paul said quietly, "and you'd better not tell."
"Paul!" George exclaimed, looking distraught, "How can I not?! You killed someone! I'd get in trouble if I didn't!"
John put the plate of pancakes down and lunged towards George, tackling him to the ground and yelling in his face, "If you fucking tell anyone, you're dead!"
George looked completely scared out of his wits, but shoved John off him, "Alright! Fine! I won't tell, just don't mention me if ye get caught, alrig
Under Pressure- Chapter NineUnder Pressure- Chapter Nine in Short Stories More Like This
"G-George?" Paul whispered quietly, still in some state of shock from all of this.
"Yes Paul?" George replied, having gotten over it already, but felt bad for both of his friends.
His parents had asked about John earlier and George had just lied and told them Paul and John had climbed through the window that morning to talk and when John confessed he'd committed the murder, Peter had called the police after eavesdropping on them. This was all true, except for the fact that Paul had committed the murder, not John.
"I still can't believe he did it..."
"I know Paul. Let's just...not talk about it okay?"
It was silent for a bit, the only sound heard was Mrs. Harrison bustling around downstairs in the kitchen, clearing up after lunch, which Paul had unwillingly agreed to stay for. George looked at Paul, who was still shaking slightly from the notion that he himself could have gone to jail if it hadn't been for John. George sighed and got up, going to sit
Under Pressure- Chapter TenUnder Pressure- Chapter Ten in Short Stories More Like This
Paul frowned as he saw the sign on the building: "Wanton Prison". John was in there. John the "murderer". A whimper came up when he thought of what John had done for him. Paul sighed a bit and walked through the doors of the prison. He'd heard rumors about this prison; rumors that people were executed in that prison. Maybe he'd ask one of the policemen if that rumor was true. Every step Paul took towards the front desk he became more and more scared: scared for his safety, scared for John's safety, scared that he'd be found out. He didn't even realize he was at the front desk until the policeman sitting there frowned at him, murmuring, "Can I help you sir?"
Paul nodded a bit, unsure of what to say at first. He finally just ended up saying, quite nervously, "Um...I'm looking for Mr. Lennon, John Lennon, that is..."
"Oh. To visit?"
No, to marry Paul thought, rolling his eyes in his head, but answering to the police officer, "Yes please."
"Alright. Well I'll have
Under Pressure- Chapter ThreeUnder Pressure- Chapter Three in Short Stories More Like This
John walked past Strawberry Fields and heard some noises from the alleyway around the corner. He heard a yelp of pain. He knew it had come from Paul's mouth. John rushed around the corner and into the alleyway to see something he never thought he would see. Paul stood there, jabbing a switchblade into a teddy boy's chest. The boy fell to the ground, his breathing immediately ceasing. John stared at Paul, who hadn't noticed John standing there. Paul's mouth was wide open, gaping at the boy he'd just stabbed. John looked closer at the dead teddy boy and gasped as he realized who it was. Paul turned around and stared at John with wide eyes. John was furious for a moment, pushing past Paul to get a closer look at the body. John shook his head. He was right. It was Jack.
"What did you do?!" John shouted.
Paul looked scared out of his wits: scared of what John would do, scared of what would happen to him, and scared that what had just happened was real.
"H-He pulled out a switc
Under Pressure- Chapter TwelveUnder Pressure- Chapter Twelve in Short Stories More Like This
John looked up from his cell cot to see Paul walking in. The door closed and locked behind him and John grinned, "Hey Paulie. How's it going?"
"Great," Paul smiled back, sitting next to John and greeting him with a quick kiss, "I missed you."
Paul enjoyed his time with John. His feelings were jumbled and he felt as if the whole time he'd known John he'd have these feelings for him. He felt strangely attracted to him, but worried because it was queer to like someone that way. John's feelings for him were getting to Paul and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. John pulled his arm around Paul's waist and smiled nervously, "So did you tell Amber about...you know?"
Paul sighed and nodded slightly, "Yeah...she was shocked and angry at first...but I calmed her down. Things are okay between us now."
John grinned and kissed the boy's temple, "Good." He moved his mouth to Paul's ear and whispered, "I love you Paulie."
Paul giggled because the feeling of John's breath in h
Under Pressure- Chapter NineteenUnder Pressure- Chapter Nineteen in Short Stories More Like This
Amber grasped George's hand as they got onto the bus. She was nervous. They were on their way to the Broadgreen Hospital for a pregnancy check up for Amber. It was the first one she'd had so far and she was already starting to show a small bump at her stomach. George kissed her cheek lightly, "Are you okay love?"
She nodded, sniffling a little, "Yeah...'m just nervous..."
George pulled her close, rubbing her back lightly, "Shh...I'm here...I'm gonna be there the whole time love okay? I promise it's gonna be okay."
She smiled a little and kissed him lightly, "Thanks George...I love you."
"I love you too," he smiled back, kissing her cheek and pulling away, "We're gonna be there in about 20 minutes love, so just lean back and close your eyes okay? I'll tell you when we're there."
Amber nodded, "Okay. Thanks love."
She kissed him again gently before leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes. He held her close and rubbed her arm lightly, kissing her forehead ligh
Under Pressure- Chapter SixUnder Pressure- Chapter Six in Short Stories More Like This
"They were a good group, weren't they?" Paul asked excitedly as they walked down the street towards Paul's house.
John, who had been contemplating when he'd be putting the plan into action, mumbled a quickly, "Yeah" to Paul. John knew he had to put the plan forward because following at a distance behind them was Matt and a small group of his friends.
"John," Paul murmured, staring at his friend in confusion, "Are you okay? You were awfully quiet the whole time. Did something happen?"
John shook his head, "No, I'm just a bit tired, s'all."
"Okay," Paul smiled, "Hey, have ye ever seen the Ed Sullivan Show?"
John shook his head again, "Nope."
"Oh," Paul muttered, "Well have ye bought any records?"
"Just an Elvis one," John said.
"Really?" Paul perked up, "I've never listened to any Elvis, but I've heard it's pretty good."
"Yeah, he's great," John muttered, half-listening, "You'll have to come over and listen to 'im some time."
Paul stopped, which made John finally look up