they were doomed. well, john was doomed. in more ways than one. he, a straight man in the 60's, had fallen in love with his straight best friend paul-fucking-mccartney. how did this happen? he wasn't quite sure himself. moreso just a gradual, over time thing. it sucked and he hated it, considering he would never actually get paul.

it was a fairly pleasant day in the studio. no arguments as of yet, nice, calm surroundings... that, and paul was looking particularly gorgeous today. such a handsome boy... something about how the sunlight shone through the windows exaggerated his features in a particularly positive way.