The Lewis and Clark Expedition ❤️

Better

John's pov

"It's getting better all the tiiiiiiime," I sang out jauntily to the dismay of the many new party members. Grumbles and moans behind me reached my ears so I increased my volume.

Lewis was at least laughing. Clark stood at my side, both of us unwilling to talk. I saw that the Raven girl stood behind Lewis a few meters; she must have caught up from her place yesterday.

"YESTERDAY," I belted out. Clark shook his head but snickered at this new persona I had on. To my surprise, he joined in just as loud, harmonies strong but sounded crunchy due to the fact that we were basically shouting Paul's sweet tune.

When around a few people, I'm the usual angst filled person you're probably used to by now. But once I'm around a crowd, the confident, over-cocky John shows up.

I assume Clark is the same.

Once yesterday ended, I tried to continue with Norwegian Wood, but someone took the guitar from my arms.

Deprived of my craft, I felt naked. I turned wildly to face a muscular American who was much taller than me. His light brown ringlets collected sunlight in the tips and his sharp features cast shadows on his cheeks.

"Oi sir," I protested, reaching for my instrument but failing miserably.

The burly man only laughed and continued up the rocky trail. My shoes slipped on the loose trail when I surged forward manically after the man.

"I'll give it back to you when we reach the top, you Brit," and with that, he stalked forward and swung my beloved guitar over his shoulder.

Honestly, his worst insult was "Brit"? I could think of many things to call curly fry up there.

I felt a strong arm clap around my shoulders and looked to see Lewis to my right.

He flashed me a smile and said, "Don't let Jeremiah get you down, he's like this with everyone."

"That dosent make it better!" I sputtered, "I just want my guitar back!"

I did not get my guitar back for at least a day. Rather uneventful, these Americans are. I've been to America many a times and all I saw were crowds full of screaming girls. I do not miss them. All we do is trek up this god-forsaken mountain. Sometimes I'll stop while Clark draws a fancy flower that pokes from the stones. Or I'll pose dramatically for Lewis's entertainment and sketches. Without my ability to play music, I merely hummed or spoke with Kali.

"Do you think they're wondering where we are at all?" Kali questioned. We lay back in the plush grass, gazing at the sky that looked close enough to touch. We had finally stopped for a break to eat and drink.

"Well I'm sure Paul's having a great time ruining all my songs. George is probably just eating and chatting with our drummer," I responded. The clouds up ahead were darkening and I feared rain.

"He has a name you know," Kali rolled over and prodded my arm.

"Oi!"

"Sorry you just have to be a little nicer to dear Ringo."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, I do hope Richard is having a fine time in my absence."

Kali lolled back on her back and stated blankly up again. After a pause she asked:

"What about Yoko?"

Before I could answer, my beloved guitar was thrown into my stomach. I grunted and sat up and held on to it tightly.

"Ah dear friend and lover, how I have missed thee," I exclaimed and wiped a fake tear from my eye.

Jeremiah shook his head irritably at my dramatics. "Lewis says we probably won't reach the top for at least another day and I must admit, the walk got rather full without you and Clark shouting every minute."

"Well thank you," I swept onto my feet and leaned into an over exaggerated bow.

He turned away to speak with the many other thick tall American men that create this Expedition. I caught up to him and nudged his back.

"Oh what now Tory?" He angrily inquired.

"No matter how much you pretend, I can hear the German accent under your breath," I muttered so only he could hear.

He glared at my and straightened his back to gain even more height over me. Actually rather impressive, this man's towering stature.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He turned on his heel and I caved back into my more, reserved self. And there I would hide for the next few hours as I climbed up the tough winding paths.