Petty (lennstarr)

3

John

All the men paid no attention to him as he stepped into the studio. There was a bandage on the bridge of his nose and his left hand was wrapped in a gauge.

He looked like he'd spent the night in a mighty fight.

Ringo looked down and pretended that he couldn't feel John's eyes peering directly at him. His eye was blackened. But it was an accident. Nothing had happened.

"Has anyone seen Eppy?" John hadn't said so much as a hello.

"Not here yet." Paul answered and wrapped an arm around George so tightly that the boy yelped in pain.

John nodded coolly and walked out the room to go up to the recording room by himself. The guys were sitting in silence, no one knew what to do.

Especially since all their instruments were fucking gone. And it was all thanks to John.

He grinned devilishly to himself. Stealing the instruments and hiding them was probably the best thing he's ever done to them.

John smirked as he watched everyone scatter around the studio, trying to find the intense shine of George's guitar Lucy, or Paul's sleek Hofner bass. They couldn't even trace back Ringo's drumsticks. And the drumkit? It was long gone. What would they get done today?

"Lennon," a voice boomed and John fell out of his seat. "You've outdone yourself, honest."

"Well," John blushed red and scratched his head. "What can I say? I'm just that good."

"You're psychotic." Brian sighed and walked out the room to leave John alone with his thoughts.

It didn't matter what Brian thought, he knew he was crazy and John took joy in seeing things go down.