"I can't believe that you want to bring them to your house Ringo! I'm not joking. We should leave them here. Why are we having all these problems? WELL, BECAUSE OF THEM!" George seemed tired.
"Yes but i don't know if you've noticed... THEY'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET." Ringo raised his voice.
"Yeah and i hope that a car crush them." George almost whispered, looking at the ground.
"Hey, i know you're angry with them but, they're your friends. Now, stop being so immature and help me here."
Ringo took John and George took Paul. Ringo's house was far away, so they had to catch the bus.
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Paul woke up on the sofa.
"Where am i?" his voice was weak.
"In hell." George was sat next to him with a cotton, removing the blood of Paul's nose.
"Geo? where are we? what's happened?" Paul stood up quickly.
"At Ringo's house, relax. Now, let me clean your face properly."
"What are we doing here?!"
"In summary, Ringo broke my nose, then i broke your nose, then John saw you and now he believe that he is crazy." George was so calm. That drove Paul mad.
"JOHN?! WHERE'S HE? HE CAN'T SEE ME AGAIN!!!" Paul shouted desperately.
"If you don't want that, then shut the fuck up and stop shouting." George took him by the arm and sat him again. "He's sleeping like a princess in Ringo's room."
"Hey hello! how are you Paul?" Ringo walked in.
"Ritchie? You're here too?"
"Yeah maybe because this is his fucking house, thanks for listening to me dear friend." George was still cleaning the blood while he spoke.
"I'm confused, nervous and very very hungry. I have to go, now. Tell me how to arrive to my house!" Paul stood up again.
"Paul you won't go." Ringo stood in front of the door. "You have to talk with John and tell him the truth."
"I WILL! But not now." Paul tried to pass but Ringo stopped him. "You don't have option. John's in that room," Ringo pointed his room. "and he is asleep. You'll sit there, and wait until he woke up. Then you'll tell him the truth. Did you understand?" Paul was scared. Ringo was so serious.
"I wish i could do that but-" Paul tried.
"But nothing, you'll do it. That's all." George spoke.
"WHAT IF I DON'T, EH?" Paul shouted.
"Then i'll go to my room, and i'll wake John up. He won't be very happy for that. Oh! and imagine then when i tell him that you're here. He won't be happy at all." Ringo crossed his arms and smiled.
Paul wanted to cry. But he knew that Ritchie and Geo were right. If he is here, in Liverpool, he'll have to tell John the truth. There's no way out.
"O-ok but you both will regret this. I promise." Paul walked to Ringo's room.
Paul sat there, in Ringo's desk. The room was dark, because it was 6 p.m. John looked so... paceful. Paul wished that John were like that when he was awake.
6:30 and John was still sleeping.
6:50 still sleeping.
7 p.m. and John was like dead.
Paul was about to fall asleep too. So he took a notebook and a pencil. He tried to write a song. For this terrible moment.
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Paul heard John moving. His heart jumped when he saw that John was awake.
"George?.... Richard? Is that you?" He spoke while he looked at Paul.
"N-No." Paul spoke quietly.
"Ghost P-Paul?" John opened his eyes bigger.
"Don't call me like that! I'll turn the light on." Paul stood up.
"D-DON'T!" John shouted. "I know that i'm dreaming."
"John stop! you're awake." Paul was nervous.
"Come here ghost, sit next to me."
Paul sat next to him raising an eyebrow. "I'm not a gho-"
John suddenly embraced him. It was a warm and delicate hug. Paul embraced him too, and he wanted to cry.
"Paul i don't want you in my dreams again. I want you resting in peace." John spoke in his ear. Paul felt chills.
"J-John... Did you... did you go to my funeral?" Paul spoke in his ear too.
"No. I'm so sorry my friend." And John embraced him strongly.
"Then how the hell do you still believe that i'm dead?"
John let him go. And he tensed up. Paul thought that he was going to explode.
"I'll go back to sleep. Please, rest in peace." and with those words John lied down on the bed again, with sheets covering his face. "Good night Paulie." He whispered.
Paul went out the room. George and Ringo weren't in the house. They were probably out buying something to eat.
Paul ran to his house. Tomorrow he'll go back to school.
