You Got a Friend

You Got a Friend - America! [continued.]

JOHNs POV

I woke up and the plane was coming in for a landing. Ringo buckled my seat belt before i could get to it.

"I can do it my self."

"You were asleep."

The plane had a bumpy landing but it was fine. It stopped and we got our belongings and stepped out. Paul was still stripped to his underwear. I was told to hold the bag of Pau's stinky cloths. 

"Cant we throw these away Brian? I mean Paul isn't gonna wear his cloths he threw up on!" I told him.

"We can wash them." He put Paul down. "Take Paul and follow Niel." Brian directed me.

Paul held Brian's coat tight around him, he was looking nervously around.

"Don't worry Paul you don't look suspicious!" I told him and chuckled.

"But they would think im weird wouldn't they? What if some one thinks..."

"Your a little boy. They'd just think you threw up, which you did." Ringo said to him. 

"Hurry up boys." Brian had caught up with us.

"Brian can you carry me out?" Paul asked.

"Sure." Paul was carried out to the car.

We got in.

"Can i take your caot off? Its just us." Paul asked, again.

"No! We're goin threw the hotel you know." Ringo exclaimed.

"Fine." He hit the back off the seat and pulled the coat tighter.

We got to the hotel and signed in, then went up to our room. It was bigger than the one in England.

There were 4 bedrooms in the room. So each of us got our own room. It was nice, but id like to share one. i took the one with the bathroom connecting to Ringo's. Paul and George's rooms were connected by a bath too.

Brian took Paul's cloths down to the washer and Paul got out some cloths.

I crashed on my bed and took a small nap. 

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RINGOs POV

I unpacked and put my cloths in there drawers neatly, then went out in the kitchen. It was a small kitchen, typical for a hotel room. There was no food in the fridge, then i looked in the cabinets. Still no food.

"What you looking for?" George asked with a wide grin.

"Food and theres non!" I exclaimed.

"Im getting hungry anyways, but i brought food!" He pulled out a wrapped up something from his pocket.

"From where?" I exclaimed.

"The plane. Its a sandwich." He sat down at the table and munch on the sandwich. 

"Can i have half? Your not gonna eat all of that are you?"

"Im really hungry." He said mouth full of sandwich.

He finished it in minutes. I heard the door unlock and open. George and Me ran out to the living room.

"Can we go get some food?" I asked once Brian came in.

"Your that hungry?" He asked with a silly smile.

"Yes!!"

"Lets go get some food. John!" Brian called for John. John came out of his room looking a bit groggy.

"Whaa?" He asked.

"Im sorry Johnny." Brian said patting John's head. "We're going to leave to get some food so we'll be back.

"Ok." He walked back and sleepily waved back to us, and yawned.

"Can i come?" Paul asked.

"Hurry up then."

We followed Brian out to the car and drove away.

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JOHNs POV

I woke.

"Id slept for an hour!" I said looking at my clock. I rubbed my eyes and walked out and headed to the kitchen.

There wasn't any food anywhere.

"But where are the others." I asked myself. Then i remembered they said they were going some where. 

"Guess they left to get food." I shrugged and walked out to the living room and sat on the couch. I pulled out my book and read. 

Another hour past and they still weren't back. I was getting uneasy being alone in a room that i didn't know much about. Also a country i didn't know. I shrugged and looked back at my book. The phone rang.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"No this is John...tonight?...yeah...well he's not here...he could come later like after 6...at 10!...i don't know...he usually is with us when we record...i can ask him to call you back...no?...fine ill tell him, he wont like it though." CLICK! the other end hung up. I set the receiver down.

"should i have don't that?" i asked myself. Brian probably would be mad at me but it sounded urgent. 

I sat back down and returned to reading my book. Brian and the others came in after another hour.

"What took you so long? Im almost down with this book." I asked.

"You've read it so many times it must be easy to read." Ringo said.

The phone rang again.

"Oh yeah Eppy, um a..." Brian shooshed me as he picked up the receiver.

Brian listened for a minute or two and put the receiver down and looked at me.

"Why'd you answer the phone?" He asked me.

"Uh, i didn't know if it would be some one important. This guy i talked to earlier he wants to see you at 10."

"No he doesn't! He wants to see me at 7 now." He said angrily.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"I don't know, thats why im not going. He wants you to come with me."

I stared at him. "Why?"

"Search me." He said. "Just don't talk to people like that. Ask for names, numbers, and then hang up! Ill get back to them later."

"Sorry." I frowned.

"Its fine. Ill just-- not go." He said and walked into his room.

"He could be a burglar, a something. Or maybe, me and Brian are both encharge of something. Im encharge of my group and he's encharge of us. Maybe...uh oh." I told me self then walked into the kitchen.