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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George looked around at the others. They had all finished eating and now stayed to chat. Paul and John had gotten themselves shakes while Ringo and George just had regular drinks.
Paul checked the time. "We've been here for several hours. I say it's time to go."
This time, John checked his watch. "Later than I thought. I gotta get going." John said standing up quickly and took off out the door.
"Well.......... anyone know why he left in such a hurry?"
"Nope but whatever the reason, it was important."
The three stood up and headed outside. The sun blinded each of them. "Wanna continue going around downtown?" Ringo asked.
"If everyone's still up for it."
"No objections from me."
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5 hours later........................
It was dark out and the three boys had finally parted ways and went home.
Paul's residence
He didn't go home immediately. Instead, he did a little grocery shopping and got some take out food because he didn't want to cook anything. Once home, he put the groceries away and sat down on his couch. Then, he started choking on his food.
George's Residence
George walked in to his house and threw his keys on the coffee table. He then went upstairs and decided to take a shower.
Ringo's Residence
Ringo decided he wanted to cook himself something simple but wasn't sure what he wanted to make. He started rummaging through his refrigerator. After a moment, he took out a celery stick and started munching on it.
John's Residence
5 hours before.......................
When John left his friends, he went home. After walking inside, he placed his keys on a hook next to the door, took off his jacket and walked into the living room. He heard some faint voices upstairs and decided to investigate.
John slowly walked up the steps. About half way up, he recognized the voice. "You've got to be kidding." He muttered. He walked into his bedroom and saw Cynthia talking with his father.
"Ey. What have you the right to drop by?"
"Look son, I can explain."
"No. Save it! I don't want you anywhere near my family. Leave."
"John............."
John closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. "I want you to leave. Now."
Alfred nodded and walked past John and out the room. Then, John turned to Cynthia. "Next time he drops by, don't let him in."
"May I ask why?"
"He's done something. He's not welcome here. Now, I came back home because I wanted to talk to ye about it. I'll make sure he left. Then I'll be back up."
"Okay."
John left and sprinted downstairs. The front door was open. He reached out and shut the door. Once he turned around, his father was right there holding a gun.
"Yer not going to shoot me for kicking you out are ye?"
"No. I'm not going to shoot you. I want to make sure you don't do anything risky. I'm doing this because you figured me out."
"Wait so, this is the reason you came to visit me in the first place. Because you wanted to get to George? Is that correct?"
"That's right. Don't get me wrong. I'm still going to get yer buddy. I don't wanna hurt my son but I also don't want you telling anyone else."
