I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(This is one or my favorite pictures of George...............at first, I had internet troubles and my phone wouldn't let me post any pictures! Hopefully itll post.)
The phone rang and Paul had answered it due to John taking a shower a few minutes before.
When he put the reciever to his ear, he knew who it was. "Geo?"
"Yeh. How'd it go?"
"Well, I kept it going for a few minutes but I broke it to him not so gently. When he found out, he was not in the best of moods."
"Okay. Me and Ringo are just down the street and will be over in a few."
"Take yer time. John's showering at the moment. I dont know how long it takes him. Could take him three minutes, could take him an hour."
George laughed. "It'll only take about 5 minutes to get there."
"Okay. See ye soon."
Paul hung up and John emerged from upstairs, fully dressed and combing his hair. "Its about time you got down here."
"Paul, I was only in there for five minutes."
"How can you shower in five minutes and under?"
"Uh, I take quick showers. That's why. I'm not those kinds of people who take hour long showers. I'm a very quick person."
"For certain things. You need to learn to be quick for more serious things. For example: the studio. We need you down there. Not three out of four. We need four out of four. If you dont want me pranking you again, you need to fix something. If you have to, get a new alarm so you know it'll go off."
"Giving me a lecture now?"
"Well I think you do need it. It's the third time in several weeks. You need to do something about it."
A knock interrupted their conversation and John walked up to it and opened it. "Ey. Geo." He said, his face turning into a frown. Then, his eyes immediately shot to Paul. He stepped inside to let George and Ringo in.
"Ey John. Ready to get to work now?"
"After I finish something. Paul, kitchen please."
"No way."
"Come on. Remember that 'promise' I made to you about what i want to do?"
"John, yer not cutting off my fingers or arms or legs or any of my limbs. I need them. Not to mention, I think these two will be suspicious on why there's blood everywhere and you standing into he middle of body parts and I'm no where to be found."
Then, John gritted his teeth. "You deserve it."
"No I don't. You should have gotten out of bed. Dont be blaming this on me. Its yer own fault. Now, how about, instead of going anywhere, we can stay here and work. How's that sound?"
"Alright. Fine. But keep an eye on yer back. Always. I will be after you. You won't know when. Watch your back Macca."
