I continued to glare at the sidewalk, feeling awful but at the same time, like a huge hero for Paul. I felt awful because what if that Nick guy was actually joking and only wanted to see if I would stand up to him or tell him to stop, like a good friend would. And then right after tell me I made the cut and I'd be a good friend for Paul, like he is because he's been friends with McCartney longer than I have. And then I went off and knocked the living daylights out of him, like a huge git. Which I was, but the realization didn't make me feel any better, actually the total opposite in all reality.

But what got me going-and what came to my mind most often-was that every word he said was true, to him at least, and he got what he deserved. So he deserved the head-butt that I gave him, and anything else that was coming him way, which was hopefully coming soon.

And the funny thing was, no matter what Nick did between those two decisions, Paul would get mad at me and that would be the end of it. At least not for a very long length of time in some sense, but Paul does tend to hold silent grudges that not even he tends to notice, like not taking to the person, not trusting people as much, etc, etc.

I pulled my leather jacket close to me and wrapped it round my stomach, getting a bit chilly from the cold air all round. Maybe I should have stayed inside. Yeah, I would have looked like a total idiot staying inside with them after just knocking some sense into someone that really deserved it, but at least I wouldn't be freezing my f-

"George! Slow down for once, will you!" I heard somebody yell but I wasn't expecting this person to come up to me all of a sudden. I continued to walk down the street, a bit faster this time, wandering through my own thoughts again when I was forced to stay still as the one person I wasn't expecting grabbed my hand.

"George, honestly, this would have been easier if you just stopped running round. And stop growing taller too! It's a whole lot harder now than it was before to stop you."

"You never tried before. Simple as that."

"That's because I never needed to stop you from hurting someone Georgie!"

I started to frown then and knew that right after the worried rambling stage Paul usually went through, he would instantly get mad soon after. I just knew it….

"Are you even listening to me?"

"What?" I asked as he forced me out of my thoughts with that question. He gave me a funny kind of look and laughed a little in his own amused sort of way.

"I just remembered how stupid this is."

"What do you mean exactly?" I asked, even though I probably knew what he meant because I could feel a bit of hope rise at the bottom of my stomach and the restless thoughts get slightly more restful.

"I mean it's stupid that I'm yelling at you. The only person I want to yell at is John and he's not even here," Paul grumbled with a slight smirk and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! I could always go back to yelling at you instead, you know that," Paul emptily threatened and I continued to laugh at that.

"What did he do to get you mad exactly?"

His face scrunched up as if he was trying not to laugh and he finally got it as he got a look that kind of reminded me of his dad.

"We will never speak of it. Ever," Paul added with a huge shiver and tried to lead me back to the Cavern Club but I wouldn't let him. I didn't want to go back. I just didn't feel like it.

"George, yer doin' it again," he mutter in defeat as he gave me a sideways glance, slipping into his normal Liverpool accent rather than the one he puts on when gets on stage.

"Doing what?" I ask, hoping he'll buy my playing coy trick that usually works but he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the direction of the club with what seems like total ease.

As we go, I first notice I walked a real long way from the club than I remember and I also notice that Paul acts a bit like John when he gets fed up with things. It's not very noticeable but right now, it stands out like a banged up thumb.

He pushed the door opened and motioned for me to go before him, as if he didn't want me out of his sight and I was forced to go along with that and go straight back to the table me and Nick were sitting at when and before things got crazy. John was easily the first to notice me.

"There's our crazy little fighter, Paul!" John cracked with a wink and leaned back in his chair as Nick quickly jumped up and glared at me possibly the same way I had to him. His eyes were hard and cold and I couldn't help but question if his heart was the same way.

"What're ye doin' back 'ere, Harrison?" Nick spat and glared in Paul's direction. "And why'd ye bring 'im back?"

"He brought him because we want to see which one of you did what, you scone head!" John told Nick with slight impatience and a frown. I instantly hated how Nick got John from happy to mad in only a matter of seconds because he seemed like a different person all together. And I wasn't too fond of the angry John.

We both jumped right into our own telling of the story. Obviously mine was correct, but I have to give huge credit to Nick for getting everything wrong. The only thing he didn't get wrong was my name and I have to admit that was also an achievement for him, considering everything else.

Paul and John instantly started to laugh right after we finished, making me and Nick drop our angry state and look at each other in total confusion.

"I told you they'd do that, Macca!" John wheezed through a fit of laughter and it sent Paul into another round of them.

"Can't stay serious for one minute, can you?" Paul scolded and they started to laugh again.

After another minute of short quips and long laughter, those two finally calmed down and wiped the tears from their eyes.

"For the record," John stated proudly, nearly causing another laughing fit as Paul's face grew very red. "I can be serious at any time...I just chose not to be at this certain time."

"We get it," Nick grumbled with no amusement at all. "Ye can't be serious. Anythin' else?"

John's face, if possible, got even more proud and he stood up and walked over to Nick, standing in front of him with a grin on top of the pleased look.

"Y'know, I'm on a roll today Paul, I really deserve something. And that makes it all the more easy to say Macca doesn't like you anymore and I have no idea why he even agreed to be friends with you. So goodbye! Wasn't very nice knowing you!" John said happily and patted Nick's head like he was a little puppy.

"You know I easily could have said the exact same thing, right?" Paul asked with a look that I could say was something like laughter in his eyes.

"Yeah, but you never would have sent him out properly! You would've been all nice and then it would turn into an argument."

I was now watching this like a movie, and I guess it was kind of worth it. But I never said all worth it.

"I'm still 'ere ye know!" Nick shouted with a huff and glared at all of us now.

"Why is that actually? I thought I told you to leave! C'mon, if you can't find your way out then I'll show it to you. Don't worry, it won't hurt as much as George tried, mostly 'cause we have another set to do."

And simple as that, John got rid of the git no problem, like it was his own thing to worry about and not someone else's.

. . . . . . . . .

"So Georgie saved the day?" Ringo asked as he sat on the couch with wonder, as if it was like the other three Beatles were telling him a story on Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.

John and Paul instantly nodded and gave George a good pat on the back as they cheered his name, even though their voices were hoarse from singing so long and so loud at the concert they just did.

But he simply dusted it off with a smile and shook his head in a knowing fashion.

"He just wasn't worthy of Paul's friendship."

John groaned and shook George round while trying to get the message into his head. The two obviously contradicted each other.

"You said the same thing that day! Just fess up and say you're too bloody loyal," John said and Paul nodded in agreement, as he usually does.

"He was just a bad bloke. I'm sure I would have figured it out sometime soon."

That was met with a light murmur in disagreement.

"Hey, I could have! I'm not an idiot!"

"We're not saying you are," Ringo said slowly, trying to put it softly. "We're just saying you're gullible and tend to be very nice at some bad times."

"That's basically calling me stupid but in a nice way!"

"No it's not," George laughed and threw a couch pillow at Paul. "He simply didn't deserve your friendship. Is that really not enough for you?"

A/N: That's that, right? No hidden ideas you think I have...? Okay then! By the way, I got this story idea from a deviantart picture and it was so funny and just awesome that I had to write a story for it! Thanks for reading!

A/N II: Here's the link to the comic I got this idea off of: http://greengal14.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-mess-with-George-324512136. Again, thanks for reading!