Lost

Chapter One

It was a beautiful day so the Beatles decided to go exploring in the woods near their vacation cabin. Naturally they invited their girlfriends, who were thrilled to go. 

"Did you pack the bottled water, Macca?" Asked John. 

"Yes." Said Paul, returning from preparing their backpacks. 

"Where's Jane?" He added, looking around. 

"I think she's with Cyn." Answered John. 

"I'll go find them if we are ready to go." Said Paul. 

John shrugged. "I'll go find George." And he walked off jauntily whistling a tune.

They headed off their seperate ways. John immediately saw George earnestly conversing with Pattie. He smirked and crept up behind them. He then proceeded to whistle the Wedding March, to a confused Pattie and a red-faced George.

They both turned around. "Why are you whistling the Wedding March, John?" Asked Pattie in her pretty, light voice. John just continued to look nonchalant. 

"You better stop gawking at me like a fish, son." Informed John to George, who indeed was gaping at the former. 

"Do you realize how innapropiate that was?" Hissed George under his breath, once they were walking out of the house. 

John scoffed. "Don't go turning into Paul."

George rolled his eyes.