George took a cigarette out and lit it.
"You shouldn't be smoking son." Alfred said.
"Tell that to yer son. He smokes more than me."
"He smokes?"
"You can't stop him. He's a grown man. He can make his own decisions. So can I. I'm old enough."
"How old are you?"
"21. I'm not a kid anymore."
"You are to me and to everyone older than you."
"No wonder why John hates yer guts. Yer annoying."
"Did he say he hated me?"
"No. But his actions around you shows it. Have you realized that he chose to be around his best mate than he did his own father?"
Alfred stayed silent.
"All he wants is a father he could talk to. Not argue with. Can't ye tell he's tired of it?"
This time, Alfred started thinking.
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Paul sighed. So, where do we look first?"
"Hard question to answer Macca. We'll go back downtown. That's where we found yer brother. Maybe we'll find someone else down there."
"Okay. Should be fun." Paul mumbled.
"What are you talking about? You dont need to walk. Just sit there and keep quiet."
"What's the fun in that? I wanna bug you."
"That's nothing new. Just keep quiet will ye?"
"What's the time?"
"8am. Maybe we could find a red cross so we could have breakfast."
"I never really thought I would ever eat food from red cross."
"That makes two of us."
"Maybe while we're out, we could find some smokes."
"Craving one are ye?"
"Yep. Haven't had one since I left yer house yesterday."
"Yer not the only one. I'm also craving one. Just relax."
Paul sat back and looked over at his brother. "Are you going to let him treat me like this?"
"Like what? He's just acting like a friend. A very disturbing friend."
Paul laughed. "He is quite disturbing."
Then, John bent down so he could talk in Paul's ear. "Ye know, yer in no condition to make jokes at me right now. Remember, my pocket knife survived the quake. I got it in my pocket." Then, John dug out the knife and opened it. "I could still cut that pretty mop top hair ye have there."
"Ey, knock it off Lennon. You will not be cutting my hair. If yer giving out hair cuts, do it to yerself."
Then, John put the blade up to Paul's hair. "Nah. I think I would much rather do it to a friend. You especially since yer annoying me and you can't fight me off."
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FanfictionI 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!