The Story of Billy Shears

Chapter 9

"Hey lads, I'll be heading back to the hotel room, I forgot to put on sunscreen."

"Take yer time, Georgie, I don't want to film this ruddy movie. It's too hot! You could even cook an egg just by leaving it in the sun!"

George, Billy and Ringo laughed at John's complaints, nodding in agreement.

The youngest Beatle waved goodbye to his band mates as he walked back to the hotel.

"Click!" John and Billy flinched as a light flashed, blinding their vision for a second. They blinked several times before realising it came from Ringo's camera.

"Ringo! Couldn't you have warned us before making us go blind?!" Said John with a hint of annoyance.

"Sorry, John. I was just testing it out." Ringo snickered, winking at Billy.

Billy smirked and sighed. Although Ringo and John were only two years older and mature than him, their everlasting prank war seemed to prove otherwise.

"You guys are a bunch of little kids."

***

George was sweating. Not only was he sweating, he was burning. Why did it have to be the Bahamas?

It seemed like forever that he was walking along the beach to the hotel.

"Bloody hell." He groaned, stopping at a wall of rocks. "A dead end? I must've went the wrong way!"

George turned around, fanning himself as the heat seemed to increase.

"Help!"

The solo guitarist quickly looked around. Where did that female voice come from?

"Help."

It was coming from a dark cave about twenty metres away from him. The darkness and his instincts told him to run away, however the voice's tone said the opposite. He couldn't just leave someone who needed help. He didn't want to be responsible for letting a person die when they could've been saved.

So he went in. And he was halfway through when he couldn't see anything at all.

"This is stupid, why am I going in here? I came for my ruddy wallet, not to get dragged into danger!" George muttered to himself timidly. "Hello?"

No answer. Perhaps it was the high heat of the sun making him hallucinate.

With no desire whatsoever to venture deeper into the cave, George turned around and quickly walked towards the entrance, until—

"OOF!"

He groaned in pain as he landed on the floor. The solo guitarist sat up, and in the corner of his eye spotted a brown leather wallet on the ground.

"Wait a second..." George picked up the wallet and opened it, revealing an identification card of himself. "This is my wallet! Who — what? How???"

George stood up, rapidly turning his head around to look for possible suspects that might have—

"SCREEEECH!!"

"OUCH! WHAT THE—"

What on earth left those two dots on his neck?

"Is it just me or is the sun burning my skin?"

***

John, Billy and Ringo were sweating bricks. It had been around an hour since George had left to get his sunscreen. However the time between their location to their hotel was only five minutes, and it took at least a minute or two to apply sunscreen.