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"...Wha' are you doin' on the couch, Paulie?" -quietandhungry (no regrets)

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

 

Paul rolled his eyes, reclining back on the couch, lighting a cigarette. “Doc’s right about ya. Ya’ve gone absolutely bonkers.”

He took a bite of the ice cream, swallowing before smiling at Paul. “How do ya know I haven’t always been bonkers Paulie?”

"Oh, ya have. I have too many memories of home to say that ya’ve never been normal." He tilted his head and looked over. "Things even John and Ringo don’t know."

He looked off to the side, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. “Some of those things I’d rather John and Ringo not know.”

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"Hey, John. Wha’ brings you here?"

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

 

"Paul. Paul." His jaw was slack and he blinked quickly.

"Ah, come off it, George, it was a mistake! I needed somethin’! I bought ya another one!"

He looked at the ground, squinting and still blinking rapidly.

Paul shook his head, then walked into the kitchen, grabbing the new container and a spoon. Walking back to George, he threw them down. “Here ya go, ya mopey nerd.”

He instinctively caught the container before dropping it just as quickly, mumbling, “‘S cold…” However, he lit up and grabbed the container as well as the spoon, opening it quickly. “Yes! Thank ya, Paulie.”

Paul rolled his eyes, reclining back on the couch, lighting a cigarette. “Doc’s right about ya. Ya’ve gone absolutely bonkers.”

He took a bite of the ice cream, swallowing before smiling at Paul. “How do ya know I haven’t always been bonkers Paulie?”

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

 

"Paul. Paul." His jaw was slack and he blinked quickly.

"Ah, come off it, George, it was a mistake! I needed somethin’! I bought ya another one!"

He looked at the ground, squinting and still blinking rapidly.

Paul shook his head, then walked into the kitchen, grabbing the new container and a spoon. Walking back to George, he threw them down. “Here ya go, ya mopey nerd.”

He instinctively caught the container before dropping it just as quickly, mumbling, “‘S cold…” However, he lit up and grabbed the container as well as the spoon, opening it quickly. “Yes! Thank ya, Paulie.”

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

"Like nothin’ can help those teeth o’ yours! Or that eyebrow ya got!" He asked, poking right in the middle of George’s eyebrows.

"Oi! It’s not my fault if I prefer to be natural," he said, a hand on his chest and a mock posh accent leaving his mouth. 

"Yeah, right," Paul said, taking a breather. "Oh. I ate your ice cream earlier. Like all of it."

"Ha- Wait, what? You did- What!?"

"John and I bought ya more! I just was feelin’ down and found a carton of chocolate ice cream in my stomach in like 20 minutes."

"Paul. Paul." His jaw was slack and he blinked quickly.

"Ah, come off it, George, it was a mistake! I needed somethin’! I bought ya another one!"

He looked at the ground, squinting and still blinking rapidly.

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

"Like nothin’ can help those teeth o’ yours! Or that eyebrow ya got!" He asked, poking right in the middle of George’s eyebrows.

"Oi! It’s not my fault if I prefer to be natural," he said, a hand on his chest and a mock posh accent leaving his mouth. 

"Yeah, right," Paul said, taking a breather. "Oh. I ate your ice cream earlier. Like all of it."

"Ha- Wait, what? You did- What!?"

"John and I bought ya more! I just was feelin’ down and found a carton of chocolate ice cream in my stomach in like 20 minutes."

"Paul. Paul." His jaw was slack and he blinked quickly.

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

"Like nothin’ can help those teeth o’ yours! Or that eyebrow ya got!" He asked, poking right in the middle of George’s eyebrows.

"Oi! It’s not my fault if I prefer to be natural," he said, a hand on his chest and a mock posh accent leaving his mouth. 

"Yeah, right," Paul said, taking a breather. "Oh. I ate your ice cream earlier. Like all of it."

"Ha- Wait, what? You did- What!?"

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

"You’re absolutely insane, you are!" Paul said inbetween laughing and grabbing the pillow he was resting on to hit George. "I’ll never get sleep with ya around!"

George struggled to speak in between breathing and laughing. “Oi- I warned ya, Paulie-!”

"Ya need to let me sleep more often, ya know! I need my beauty sleep!" Paul said, laughing at George’s scrunched up face.

"Please! Nothing can be done to help your face, Paulie," he joked.

"Like nothin’ can help those teeth o’ yours! Or that eyebrow ya got!" He asked, poking right in the middle of George’s eyebrows.

"Oi! It’s not my fault if I prefer to be natural," he said, a hand on his chest and a mock posh accent leaving his mouth. 

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

"You’re absolutely insane, you are!" Paul said inbetween laughing and grabbing the pillow he was resting on to hit George. "I’ll never get sleep with ya around!"

George struggled to speak in between breathing and laughing. “Oi- I warned ya, Paulie-!”

"Ya need to let me sleep more often, ya know! I need my beauty sleep!" Paul said, laughing at George’s scrunched up face.

"Please! Nothing can be done to help your face, Paulie," he joked.

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"Tryin’ to sleep, y’know. What’s up, Georgie?" Paul said, sitting up. (Never regret bothering me bruh I love you)

 

He sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing himself off of the frame. “Come on, up. Ya know you’re my weakness.”

Paul smiled. “‘M everyone’s weakness,” he said with mock pride. “I don’ wanna get up, George! ‘M too tired!” He said, flopping back down onto the couch dramatically.

He smirked, walked over to the couch and sat on the arm. “Am I gonna hafta go down and get you?”

"Ya do and I cripple ya," Paul says, his head on the pillow. "For once we don’t have a show on a Sunday and ‘m makin’ it count," he adds, pulling a blanket around himself.

"Alright, here I come," George said, before slipping off the arm and landing awkwardly on top of and beside Paul.

Paul burst out laughing. “George!” He said, pushing the younger lad off of him.

He yelped and fell to the floor, laughing. “I told ya I’d come down and get ya!”

"You’re absolutely insane, you are!" Paul said inbetween laughing and grabbing the pillow he was resting on to hit George. "I’ll never get sleep with ya around!"

George struggled to speak in between breathing and laughing. “Oi- I warned ya, Paulie-!”