george's eyes found paul's narrowed glare towards him. they spoke a thousand words, but george didn't know what paul was trying to do.

"what?" he mouthed to paul.

they were all at band practice. paul wouldn't stop glaring at him for a reason unknown to george and the rest of the boys. george shook his head and went back to playing the guitar, hoping he didn't have a piece of food or something stuck in his teeth.

after practice was over, paul went up to george with dark eyes and sacked him one. as his fist made contact to george's face, making him drop his guitar, everyone in the room instantly got quiet, all eyes on paul.

"what in the bloody hell?" george cried as he held his nose. "what's your problem?"

"did you tell molly not to be my girlfriend? hmm!? d'you enjoy being a home-wrecker? HUH?" paul shouted.

john began laughing out loud—and hard. both george and paul glared at him, their drummer colin also beginning to laugh. "shuddup dickface!" paul said to them.

"i don't even know what you're talking about, paul!" george yelled as he made sure his nose wasn't bleeding. lo and behold, it was. "look what you did to my face..."

"i don't care about your face! i care about molly! we had a discussion last night and... she wouldn't say whether she'd be my girlfriend," paul exclaimed. "i just know this has something to do with you, mother-" but before paul could utter another thing, george punched him back.

"boys," john shouted as soon as they began fighting back and forth. "ah, shit." he sighed and put his guitar down to break the fighting pair up.

they lunged at each other, not caring about the others safety or wellbeing. paul punched george's forehead, george hooked paul in the side of his head. it was all one big fighting mess between everyone.

john somehow broke them apart and scolded them— which was very unusual for him of all people, but, really, he scolded them hard.

"look at yourselves!" he pointed to their messy, frayed hair and scrapes on their bodies. "you two are making absolute fools of yourselves,"

they stayed quiet.

"i'm not joking! you're acting like children fighting over a toy." john said. colin nodded in agreement. "why are you two even fighting over her?" he asked.

george went to open his mouth, but paul already started talking. "last night, molly came over and we talked. i told her i wanted to be her boyfriend and she wouldn't stop changing the subject," he said.

"and how is that george's fault?" john put his hands on his hips.

"it's his fault 'cause i know they're always chatting and-"

"i haven't even spoken to molly since last week!" george butted in.

paul turned to him and shook his head. "yeah, but-"

"i couldn't've said anything to have swayed her!"

"but you like her!" paul shouted. john's eyes widened at this.

"how many times do we have to have this discussion, paul?" george yelled back.

"how ever long it takes for you to stop being a pus-"

john scoffed. "wait, you like her?" he piped up, drowning paul's voice in the conversation.

"i- no! no, i feel no attraction towards her! she's my best friend!" he replied.

john merely shook his head and began laughing again. colin started to become tired of the bickering, so he made his descent to the door. "i'm gonna erm... go," he drew a heavy sigh on his way out the door when no one noticed him say this.

"you both need to make up and get over it. molly hasn't talked to george, we've covered that," john interrupted.

"what've you got to do with anything?" george yelled.

paul slightly grinned. "yeah, your only part in this is molly's old crush! she probably doesn't even like you anymore!"

john angrily knitted his brows together, making a line form on his forehead. he shook his head once again. "i'm just trying to help out a couple of mates!" he yelled, clearly exasperated.

"well you're not making anything better, so just get out!" paul shouted. "go shack up with someone or something, just get the fuck out!"

"maybe i just will!" john said defensively.

"fine!" george and paul said simultaneously, making john half-giggle-half-cough on his way out.

he grabbed his leather jacket and raced out the front door, running through the rain all the way to molly's house which, thankfully, wasn't too far from paul's.

john was dumbfounded when he saw no cars or anything at her house, and no one answered the door. he decided to take a walk. trying to brush off some anger, he was alone with his thoughts. on his wet, five minute walk, he thought about all sorts of things.

molly. cyn, the girl he fancied. college. the band. where they were going with it and what was going on. the arguments. life in general. boy, did john miss his mother, julia. and they were just getting to know each other, too. the accident was just horrific.

his thoughts eventually were interrupted by molly's voice. "john? what're you doing here?"

he looked up to see molly right in front of him. she saw him walking, soaking wet through the window and decided to see if he was alright.

"oh, 'ello molly," he sighed. "i was just erm, having a walk."

"in the pouring rain? christ, john, you'll get a cold! come inside!" she quickly ushered him into an unfamiliar house with paintings covering the walls.

he shivered as molly handed him a towel to wrap up in. "why didn't... why don't you live back there anymore?" he shuddered.

"oh... erm, i just felt it wasn't safe," she explained while grabbing another towel. she didn't want to burden him with the whole boring story. "why don't you take some of my friends' dad's clothes? i'll dry the ones you have on now,"

"okay," john stood up and shook his tangled hair, getting water all over the place. "here's me jacket," he handed his leather jacket along with taking off his dripping wet shoes and socks and giving them to her.

"you're getting water everywhere!" molly laughed and took all his clothes except for his boxers. he covered himself with the towels with insecurity. he never quite liked the way he looked.

"so why were you out for a walk in this weather? why were you at my house?" she rushed to the laundry room as she asked this.

john shouted to her from the comfortable couch. "the boys got in an argument... paul kicked me out of his house," he exaggerated.

"kicked you out?" she opened the dryer and tossed the clothes in and put his shoes by the heater.

he gave a small laugh. "heh, yeah."

molly finally returned with squinted eyes. "hmm... well, i found you some trousers and a shirt... this should fit you," she handed him a complete set. a pair of pajamas. "mr. williams is rather skinny,"

john nodded and waited for molly to leave, but she didn't get the hint straight away. "oh, right. sorry," she stumbled out and waited for him to get his clothes on.

once he did, the pajamas were a bit tight, but they still fit. "how's aunt mimi?" molly asked after coming back in.

"she's good ol' aunt mimi, that's for sure," he laughed.

"she's alright?"

"nah, but usually your parent figure never really is." john said, patting the couch next to him so she would sit.

molly inhaled deeply and straightened the dress her father bought her when she was just a year old. he saw it in a shop, and although he knew it was too big for her at the time, he knew she'd just love it. so, he bought it for her mother for it to be passed down to molly. her mother hated it and stored it in a box downstairs.

molly only found it when she was grabbing her things to move. in the box, there was a note that read: 'to molly, from dad. i know you can't fit this now, but i know you'll love it one day. love, your favorite.'

truthfully, she teared up a bit when reading that, but she finally got over herself and took it with her. it was a dark red dress with lace around the black peter-pan collar and waist. it went down to her knees and was her favorite dress to wear lately. molly's father always bought her dresses. the last dress he ever bought her was the one she wore to his funeral. rather grim, really.

molly sat down and sighed. "what're they fighting about, now?"

"dumb shit, that's all." john shook his head.