When "Paul is Dead" ... almost
One of my favorite "George-and-Paul-at-odds" stories, and it's completely true -- wherein Ringo relates a test of wills between Paul and George fighting about who gets to drive. Ringo says everyone sat in a car parking lot for two hours, until it was settled. I figured that deserved a fanfic, right? Except THIS time, they're modern AU college boys, and idiots, and John is waiting to be picked up from somewhere. And he's hungry and angry. He's whangry. And there is thunder and lightning. And Paul and Geo are STILL fighting. Everyone is texting. And John... oh, John is very bad at texting. Very, very bad. It's just a one-shot, but pretty entertaining:
Modern TEXTING AU; they’re all in college and they’re all idiots. Everybody's gay.
CHATGROUP: ROOMIES MINE
LENNONBALLS: Guys?
LENNONBALLS: DUDES? I’m ready to be ticked up now. You know, like I said 20 mens ago?
LENNONBALLS: Gays? Li’l help here?
BABYRICHMAN: Hey, John. Sorry. Not sure when we’ll be picking you up, darlin’
LENNONBALLS: What do you bean you’re not sure? Why not sure? WTF not sure? You said you’d be rite uber to pick me up when I was Finnish with the %$#@ doctor,
LENNONBALLS: %$# finished, I mean!
BABYRICHMAN: Aye, we did, but…
BABYRICHMAN: …
LENNONBALLS: … ? WTF is … ? Is there a pablum?
LENNONBALLS: You hvnt had an accident, hv you? Is everyone ok?
BABYRICHMAN: No.
LENNONBALLS: NO? OMG WHAT HAPPENED? IS PAUL OK? IS EVERYONE OK? WHO WAS DRIVING OMG RINGO I AM FREEING OUT WHAT HAPPENED? IS PAUL DEAD?
BABYRICHMAN: No, John…
LENNONBALLS: OMG PAUL IS DEAD, ISNT HE? I’m gonna die! Where are you? Has anyone called emergent?
BABYRICHMAN: No, John SHUT UP A MINUTE!
LENNONBALLS: Don’t make me cry! I’m frying!
BABYRICHMAN: Mate, I was just answering your first question, that NO there wasn’t a problem. But there kind of is.
LENNONBALLS: Oh my God!
BABYRICHMAN: No, mate, it’s not an accident. It’s so stupid I don’t even want to tell you.
LENNONBALLS: Well what is it then? When I see you I’m going to kick your arse bald for making me worry like this!
BABYRICHMAN: I didn’t worry you, lad, you did that all by yourself, didn’t you? And my arse is pretty bald already. Or did you mean arseballs? I don’t have them!.
LENNONBALLS: ...
BABYRICHMAN: Wait, did you mean kick or lick? You type bad.
LENNONBALLS: I hate you. What has happened?
BABYRICHMAN: Well…
Read it at A03!










