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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(I'm not judging Paul by his shoes but I do have a question..........why? Why those? He uh, looks good? Beats me. I'm speechless.)
"No killing John! Leave him be. Go wash all that off."
"I'd need to take a second shower!"
"Then do it. Just leave the poor bloke alone. He's tired and I'm sure you are too. Go take another shower. I'll make sure he doesn't screw with you when yer in there."
"You better not." John put the knife back in his pocket and took off upstairs. Paul smiled and started laughing to himself.
"Whatever you think yer about to do, don't. Give it a few days. Let him forget about this, then you can torment him again."
"Alright fine. I'll do that."
"Good. I'm surprised he hasn't killed you when it first happened."
"That makes two of us. I actually thought he would."
"He doesn't have it in him. Well, not yet. Torment him long enough and he just might. I know you don't wanna die."
"Course not. I would rather get shot in the head than get killed by that lunatic." Paul said laughing.
"Yeh only because he would torture you and kill you slowly. Both you and I know that."
"Yeh. I dont want to go through that. I think I'm going to leave before he gets out of the shower."
"Don't worry about dying. He's probably taking a cold shower to cool down his attitude. God knows he needs it."
"Its getting late anyhow. I should really be getting home anyways. I'll see you all in the morning."
"Alright. Get outta here."
"Geo, don't go missing on us again. We need you."
"I'm not going to. Stop worrying about me."
"Its hard not to. Alright. I'm gone." Paul said as he finally left.
"Cant those two make up already?"
"Paul made John up so no. They can't at the moment." Ringo said.
"You make it sound like John's a mythical creature."
"I thought you knew already."
George laughed. "Dont say that to him. Ye'll be the next one he goes after."
Ringo looked at his watch. "It really is getting late. I better go too. You staying here?"
"Yeh. For a bit longer."
"Okay. Have fun. But not too much fun."
Ringo left and George went over to sit on the couch as John came downstairs.
"Ey."
"Everyone leave?"
"Yeh. It's getting late."
"And you stayed. Why?"
"Wanted to let you know where everyone else went."
"Very thoughtful. I assume Paul left because he doesn't want me to murder him. Right?"
"Right."
They sat on the couch in silence for a few seconds. Then, the ground started trembling a little.
I hate myself for writing this! 😱😱 sorry guys! Got an idea in my head and couldn't let it go.
