Lost

Chapter Three

But John was singing a different tune half an hour later.

"It's been too long, we need to head back." He announced.

The girls groaned at the thought of trekking all the way back. Luckily, none of them wore high heels, but their feet still hurt. Actually, everybody's feet hurt after such a long time of walking.

"At least we know this was the wrong path." Paul said slowly.

Up until now, John tried to be patient. But he was tired and annoyed and he finally snapped.

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this bloody mess, now would we?!" John yelled.

"W-what?" Paul asked, surprise in his voice and in his expression.

"You heard me." John snarled to Paul, who was looking bewildered and a little scared. "You got us in this!"

"I don't see how." Paul said in an even, calm voice. 

"You don't see how. You don't see how." John laughed a cold laugh. "You turned us down the wrong path!"

"I didn't know it was the wrong path!" Paul yelled. 

"Stop fighting!" Ringo yelled. He couldn't stand to see his two friends fight.

"Yes, stop yelling at Paul." Said Jane with a glare.

John smirked. "Getting yer bird to defend you, eh?"

Paul gave him a cold glare. "Leave her out of this."

"Oh sure, I-"

"HEY!" George interupted John. "If you two won't stop fighting, we're gonna leave you right here to work out your differences!"

"No, we'll stop." Said Paul, glancing at John.

John rolled his eyes. "Such a pushover."

"OK, that's it!" Yelled Paul. 

"Yes, that's it. We're going back and you two need to stay here and make peace. We'll come back for you soon enough." Said Ringo and the others agreed.