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What would happen if John Lennon survived the shooting and the shooter was never caught? John and his closest friends must find him before he is killed off for real. can they do it? read and find out! A lot of stuff in this story will be...
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After John got through eating, he set the bowl aside. It was late so Sean was getting ready for bed.
Sean came into the living room and went up to John.
"Ey kid." John said.
"Hi. What are you doing?"
"Stuff yer too young to understand."
"Like what?"
"Thinking."
"Oh. I know what that is."
"I know you do. Its what I'm thinking that you won't understand."
"What are you thinking?"
"As I said, you won't understand it. Yer too young."
"Oh."
"Now, are you ready for bed?"
"No. I don't want to go. I'm not tired."
"Oh yes you are."
Sean laughed. "No I'm not."
"Ye'll go to bed or yer mum will kill me for not putting you to bed sooner."
"But I don't want to."
"Listen to yer dad."
"No!"
"What? You didn't seriously tell me no."
Sean giggled and ran away.
John growled. "Why? Why do I have to chase him? That's what he wants. I won't do it."
Then, John started to think about it.
"On second thought, maybe I should."
He groaned and got up off the couch.
"Why do little kids enjoy torturing their parents?"
He went to Sean's hideout and found him in there.
"Okay kid. Come on. Daddy doesn't want to chase you tonight."
"But I'm not tired."
"So you said. I'm tired. Can you just humor me?"
"Dad, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"As long as you let me sleep."
John grabbed him and dragged him out of the hideout.
"Okay, did you brush yer teeth?"
"Yes!"
"I have to check. You know that right?"
"Yes."
John bent down and smelled his breath to make sure he brushed his teeth.
"Okay. Good. Did Julian finally rub off on you? Come on. You can sleep with me tonight."
"Yay!" Sean said, getting excited.
John led him to his bedroom and sat on his bed.
"Okay. Bedtime."
Sean crawled on the bed and laid over the covers. John picked him up and put him under them.
"Come on. You know how to sleep on the bed. Sleeping over the blankets should be illegal."
"Why?"
"Because..................no one should sleep above the blankets. Not even you."
John had also got under the blankets before he spoke again. "Save some space for yer muther."
"I'm not tired."
"Yes you are. Behave. Understood?"
"Okay."
He laid down against the pillows and John reached over to turn off the lamp. Then, John went under the blankets again. He laid back and started thinking.
He then realized that he had been thinking too much since he moved into the house. He looked over to his youngest son as he was sleeping. His eyes took a while to adjust to the dark.
He closed his eyes to try to go to sleep. It was always hard when he had something on his mind. Something was nagging him..................he couldn't put his finger on it yet. On the other hand, he was too tired to think.
After a while, he had fallen asleep...........................
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The next morning, John had been the last one awake. He had only a couple hours sleep that night. It was hitting 11am when he had finally decided to get out of bed.
He had forgotten that Paul was going to call and he didn't know when. Yoko walked in the bedroom just as John stood up.
"Paul didn't call yet, did he?" was the first thing he asked."
"No. He didn't."
"Okay. I'm awaiting a call from him. He should call soon."
"Aren't you a bit excited about his call?"
"No. I don't think so. He's my friend. I don't get excited when he calls. I just enjoy talking to him."
