This is a George's chapter ^-^ and Ringo will appear too!
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George thought about it all night. He couldn't sleep. Paul was so serious... why? why does Paul want to do that? fake his own death? that's too much. "It's not ok." George thought. "No, John don't diserve that."
Every word came to George's mind again.
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"Paul, how could you do something like that? someday he'll see you, he will talk to your father and he will tell him that you are obviously not dead! it's the worst plan you've ever had!"
"George i'll leave. I'm going to live with my uncle. Far away from here. I'll never see him again. My dad hates John, he won't talk to him when i left. My brother hates him too! he will never find me. Because i'll be dead to him. Do you get it?"
"No Paul i can't tell him that! I can't lie!"
"Yes you can, and you will do it. For me, you are my best mate."
"Paul..."
"Please, it's the only thing i want. I want to save my life, i'll go to the university."
"What about the band?"
"I'm sorry. You'll find someone better than me, i'm sure."
"Ok Paul but what about me? i'll never see you again..."
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George stood up. He wanted to stop thinking about what happened yesterday. He needed to sleep, to get some rest. Paul was completely crazy, that's all that George knew right now.
He finally decided to go out. Maybe outside he could think better about this. He grabbed his jacket and went out. He went to the park, maybe there he'll find Paul.
"Hello George, how are you? ages that i don't see ya!" Someone walked near.
"Richard?" George was surprised.
"Call me Ringo, you remember?" he smiled.
"Oh! sorry, yeah, Ringo... I'm ok, how are you?"
"I'm fine, just taking a breath from work." Ringo sat next to him.
"Are you still working in your uncle's cementery?"
"Yeah, it's great, i'm still there, and i'm getting good money, thanks to the band too y'know..."
"Oh you're still playing drums?" George smiled.
"Yes, it's my passion."
George looked at him with admiration. Because he's talked with Ringo before, and he told him his life story. And Ringo is definitely a great man, so brave, so strong. George admires him a bit, he had to admit it.
"Uh sorry, i have to go, my uncle's calling me. " George saw Ringo's uncle raising his hand from the cementery, in front of the park.
"Ah ok... well, see you soon?"
"Of course, see ya soon!" Ringo ran to the cementery.
George leaned back, and closed his eyes. Again, he was thinking about what happened with Paul. He tried to make his decision. Will he help Paul?
OK there are lots of facts. George started to order his mind.
"He is my best mate." George thought. "So, i should help him, because yeah, John's my friend too but, not as important as Paul..." He put his hands on his head. "Yeah, i must help him... he suffered so much for John... it's not right."
"But this is too much! He can't lie like this, I CAN'T LIE! No when it's about death!" George heard himself say.
Ringo came to his mind. Ringo is a nice man. Why can't Ringo be his best mate? Why it has to be a crazy man like Paul? Ringo seems normal, and very rational.
"What the fuck why am i thinking about Ringo now?" George thought. He stood up.
But he almost falls when he realised. "This is not a coincidence, is it?" George had to sit down again.
Ringo works in the cementery. THE CEMENTERY. It's not a coincidence OF COURSE IT'S NOT. He haven't seen Ringo in months... why did he see him TODAY?
George was decided: "I'm gonna help you Paul."
He ran to the cementery. In the entrance was Ringo's uncle.
"Good afternoon mister!" George talked to the old man.
"Hello, how can i help you?" the man smiled.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Ringo's friend!"
"Eeerrr.... well if you are, he is in the background... right there" the man pointed Ringo, who was digging on the ground.
"Thank you." George smiled and ran to Ringo.
"Ringo..." George tried to recover his breath.
Ringo turned to George. "Hey, hi again!" he left his shovel on the ground.
"Hi..." George smiled. He seemed nervous, Ringo could see it.
"Are you cold? why so pale?"
"Well, this place is, for some reason, colder than the park... but whatever, i came here to ask you something."
"Okay, tell me."
"Look, i know we're not friends, but, i need you to do me a big favor. Maybe the biggest than anyone could ask you." George lowered his voice.
"What do you mean George? Just say it!"
George swallowed "I need you to make a fake tablet for a fake tomb."
Ringo felt chills on his back.
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But then he just had to laugh. "George, you must be joking... even if wanted to do that, i couldn't!!"
"But why?! you work here, you have access to everything!"
"Yes but i can't do that! my uncle would kill me!!!"
"He doesn't have to know it... never!" George tried not to shout.
"Oh come on! don't be ridiculous. It's just impossible." Ringo turned to his work again.
"The things i have to do for Paul!" George thought. How will he convince Ringo? How? Ringo won't want to do it! There's no way. A crazy idea came to George's mind. It was probably the only solution.
