Fools on the Hill ~ A McLennon Fanfiction

She Came In Through the Bathroom Window

John was fuming when he was back on the kitchen. Paul let him cool down a moment and then wrapped his arms around John's neck. "It's okay," he said. "It'll be over eventually..."

George was up. "Do you have any red velvet cake?" he asked from the couch.

"George...not right now," said Paul calmly.

There was a ring on the phone. "I'll get it," John said, his voice still a little harsh. He answered the phone. "Yes?"

"John?" It was Pattie.

"Yes?" John asked excitedly.

"How is he?"

"He just woke up. He wants red velvet cake but I don't have any..." He paused. "I guess he wants it without the weed, too."

Pattie laughed a little. "I think so, too. How's Ringo?"

"Torture."

"Well, if you want, I can take George off of your hands..."

"He's not that much trouble, but if you want to."

"I'll make him red velvet cake, too," she added. George heard this from the couch and screamed with delight.

"I think he would love for you to get him," said John.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, then," said Pattie. "Your address has stayed the same since the party you had for George?"

"Yep."

"On my way, bye!"

"George, Pattie's—"

"Yeah, I know!" George screamed.

"Keep it down!" Ringo hollered from the bedroom.

"You're not sleeping!" John hollered back.

"How would you know?" Ringo yelled.

"Because you don't fall asleep that fast, Ringo!"

"Fine! Can someone please bring me something to read then?"

"I will, Jo—" Paul started.

"No, I've got it," John said. He grabbed the newspaper, still folded neatly. When he got to the bedroom, he dropped it all on Ringo, all of it scattering.

"Hey!" Ringo's voice was muffled.

A knock on the door interrupted John's laughter. It was Pattie coming for George.

"Thanks so much, Pattie," said John when he got to the door. Paul had already answered it.

"It's no problem. C'mon, George." She helped him up.

"John..." Paul started.

"Is Ringo okay?" Pattie asked. Ringo had been hollering in the bedroom.

"Oh, he's fine. Just insane from the pain pills he's taking. A side effect," John said.

Pattie and George left, leaving just Paul, John, and Ringo.

"John I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" It sounded like Ringo was sobbing.

"John look what you've done to him! I'll go calm him down." Paul rushed off to the bedroom.

John put his hands over his face and collapsed onto the couch.

"You know he doesn't mean it...he's just a bit stressed out." Paul said to Ringo.

"I know. I'm sorry for bothering him. Will I be able to play me drums again soon?"

"Um yeah," Paul went into John's drawer and grabbed two drumsticks that he knew were there. "Here you go just keep it down I'm gonna talk to John."

"Wait how did you know he had these in his drawer?"

"Let's just say me and John are very close." Paul got up and Ringo started tappin away into his lap.

"John, hon, are you feeling okay?"

He sat down next to John on the couch.

John rested his head on Paul's shoulder. "I'm fine, Paul. I just wish this whole thing was over."

"Me too. By the way John I gave Ringo the drumsticks in your drawer to tap around with is that okay?"

"You what?"

"You know, the sticks in your-"

"YOU GAVE HIM ONE OF MY YOU-KNOW-WHAT TOYS!" John burst out laughing.

"How else was I gonna shut him up? And it's best if he never finds out."

"Is he asleep yet Paul? We have some unfinished business to take care of."

"I'll go check on him. You go get the stuff."

John went over into the kitchen and opened the "silverware drawer." He lifted up the utensil tray revealing all his frick-frack necessities.

"John he's asleep!" Paul ran out of the room whispering.

John grabbed his items and they ran to the upstairs guest bedroom.

"Paul why don't you do that cpr thing to me like you did to George?"

"Okay, come here then tough guy."

They crashed onto the bed and hoped Ringo was a heavy sleeper. A really heavy sleeper.

When Paul and John had 15 minutes of their little fun they heard Ringo calling from downstairs.

"Paul! John! There's a thunderstorm! Did you shut all the windows! Can I have another blanket! John!"

There was no thunderstorm. "John I think he hears us what if he sneaks in on us-"

"Nonsense he can't come up here with that big cast on his leg. Now it's mine turn to be on top." John layed on top of Paul and licked his face. They got to work.

"JOHN THERE'S SOMEONE BANGING ON THE WALLS THERES A ROBBER! PAUL!" Ringo was yelling for his life.

"John we aren't even making that much noise why is he yelling?" Paul was pushing John off of him.

"The doctors didn't give him any medication did they?"

"I don't think so. John we have to go check on him." Paul was now sitting up looking around for his clothes.

John was pulling up his pants when he heard something shatter?

A window maybe?

"Shit." John said.

"John! Paul! Someone's breaking in! Help me!" Ringo was serious.

John didnt bother putting his shirt on. They ran downstairs. John grabbed a lamp for defense against the robber. "Paul you go check on Ringo. I'll take on the bastard."

Paul ran to Ringo.

John heard another shattering noise coming from the bathroom. As he crept up to the bathroom door he noticed that there was a storm outside.

He slowly opened the door and looked through the crack. It was no use, he wasn't wearing his glasses.

"Whoever you are, I'm gonna get you!" John flung the door open and swung his lamp.

"Wait John it's me!" A familiar voice cried.

John stopped the lamp, mid swing, and put it down.

There was a girl in his bathtub.

"Pattie?" He asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Paul rushed into the bathroom.

"What's she doing here?" He asked.

"Didn't you guys hear me knocking! What were you doing in there? George has gon mad! Him and Clappy got into a fist fight and chased me out of the house. I ran here but it was no use! You guys didn't open the door. They followed me here calling my name! I had no where else to run so I decided to bust into your window. I'll pay for damage I promise but please help me!"