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[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 5

Paul blinked. He had the nerve to look taken aback.  “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “So why not just ignore me? You’ve had plenty of practice this week,” snapped John.  Paul brought his fingers to those distracting lips to chew at his nails. John couldn’t help but notice how lovely they were. Delicate.  “I wasn’t trying to ignore you,” said Paul.  “Well, then I guess it’s just another thing you’re effortlessly good at.” John turned toward the door, his evening ruined by Paul fucking McCartney again. 

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 10

John didn’t know what had possessed him to board the ferry across the channel that morning. But here he was, bound for Paris on a crisp October Saturday.  Actually, if he really thought about it, what possessed him was a telegram from a certain Paul McCartney, sent to him on Thursday with a reminder of their planned meeting. John had never replied with any sort of confirmation, just in case he miraculously gained some sense over the course of the day. But no turnabout having occurred, he was now crossing into France with a small suitcase and a fragile hope that Paul hadn’t given up on him. 

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 8

He knew it was pathetic, but he would settle for this if it meant he got to keep that warm feeling in his chest and Paul by his side. And if it occasionally made him feel like shit, well, he was used to that at least.

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 7

The second ring shook John out of his thoughts. He bounded to the door, his heart pounding. And that was another irritating trick his body had been playing on him all day, ever since Paul had phoned that morning. Taking a steadying breath and resolving not to mix coffee and tea again, John opened the door.

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 6

The look confirmed what John had begun to suspect: this was a specific sort of audition.  That’s what he wanted, right? A new arrangement that gave him what he wasn’t getting from Henry. What Paul had insisted he deserved. 

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 2

“Would you like an official introduction?” asked Robert.  John could’ve punched him. Miraculously, he didn’t. He hoped Henry was appreciating the effort he was putting in. “I think he’ll remember me,” he replied. He strode toward the back of the shop, his folded manuscript burning a hole in his pocket.

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 11

Tell me you're mine.  John had said he was. John wanted to be, even now. How dare Paul put the idea in his head? He knew. Paul, of all people, ought to know. He couldn’t belong to Paul. No more than Paul could belong to John. The beautifully decorated walls of the beautiful bloody flat he was standing in wouldn’t exist if John didn’t belong to someone else. Belonging to each other? It was ridiculous. 

[notgrungybitchin]

One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 4

But here this man was, staring at him, and ignoring the flirtations of a beautiful artist. John was on edge. This had to be a setup for some subtle revenge. But John couldn’t imagine what that would be, unless Paul was just trying to drive him insane. If so, it was working.