Unlucky number 13. Just a heads up some bad stuff is going to happen so if you are easily bothered by acts of violence then be careful reading this chapter.
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John, Paul, George and Ringo all got off of the bus.
"Have a nice night lads!" The bus driver called out to them as they left.
"You too Mr.Jones!" Ringo cheerfully called out to the bus driver.
What a kind kid Mr. Jones thought as he drove off.
The four lads all sat down in the booth that George and Ringo always sit in. John and Paul on one side and George and Ringo on the other.
"Lads my library card got stolen" Paul said as they were sitting down. "Who would steal a library card?" George asked confused.
"A homeless man stole mine once. I wasn't mad though because I thought he just wanted some books. But I found out he wanted it for other reasons." Ringo said.
"What were those reasons?" Paul asked.
"He wanted to start a protest against the library by taking all of the library cards. I think he was just high though." Ringo said and George and Paul laughed.
"But it doesn't make any sense. Why would someone take a library card." Paul said and John chuckled but tried to disguise it as a cough. Paul just looked at him weirdly.
"What was that John?" Paul asked suspicious of John.
"Oh I just have something in my throat yeah that's it." John said getting nervous.
"John you're a terrible liar. Did you take my library card?" Paul asked calmly.
"What! No I didn't!" John said getting defensive.
"You did! Give it back John!" Paul demanded. John laughed.
"It took you a week to figure it out!" John gave Paul his library card and everyone laughed.
The waitress took their orders. "Lads the manager wanted me to tell all the customers that after the storm that recently came the phone lines are out. The lightning must have struck something and so the phone lines here and for a couple of blocks are unusable. But miraculously the electricity if fine as you can see." And with their orders the waitress walked off. John and Paul went into their own little conversation and so did George and Ringo.
"So Ritchie did you ever get your library card back?" George asked Ringo. "No at that point he seemed so happy with the little thing so I let him keep it. But I got a new one the next week so I was fine." Ringo said smiling at the crazy memory.
"Hey Ritchie remember when we went to the library together and we were having fun but there was that nasty librarian." George said started to laugh.
"Yeah and we got mad at her so we rearranged all the books!" Ringo giggled.
"And we left like we did nothing!" George smiled and they both laughed.
Soon the food came and the four lads all started to dig in their food. As Ringo was eating he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He looked out of the window and squinted. Outside in the dark night was a man. He was in the parking lot across the street. No people or cars were there just that man.
Upon further inspection Ringo noticed that the man was distraught. He was stumbling around looking for something or someone. He shouldn't be outside by himself this late at night. What if he needs help? Ringo couldn't watch the man any longer without doing something.
"Lads I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." Ringo said and got out of the booth.
"And George no eating my food. John and Paul stop him if he does." George looked shocked. "I would never eat your food!" Everyone else just laughed but George just sat there confused.
"I don't understand what's so funny"
Ringo went outside through the back. Ringo honestly didn't know why he was going alone. Maybe he just wanted to be independent.
When Ringo crossed the street he noticed something shocking. The man wasn't just any man he was Rory Storm. Ringo also noticed that he was heavily drunk.
