John quickly left through the front door.
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It was getting dark out when John had finally made it back to his house. He hadn't realized that his friends were in his house trying to figure out what happened.
John got to his door, unlocked it, and walked in. This time, he heard voices coming from the kitchen. He slowly went to his safe, unlocked it and took out his gun. Then, he approached the kitchen cautiously.
After a moment, he walked in only to realize it was his friends.
"What are you doing here?" He asked startling everyone.
Paul looked up at him. "What happ'ned to you?!"
"Don't yell. Please. I have a 'eadache." John said putting his gun away.
"So, what happened?" George asked.
"Nothing happened. Why are you here?"
"Yer gone for a day and you say 'nothing happened'?!"
"Paul, yer voice. It's going to make my headache worse. Not to mention, I don't want to discuss this right now."
John walked upstairs with his friends followed. "When do you plan on telling us?"
"Never."
"Seriously? Why are you afraid?"
"What would I be afraid of?"
"Yer old man."
"Why would I be afraid of him? I'm not. I just...........need some space." John said as he reached for an aspirin bottle.
"Need space? From us?"
"No. not from you. I'm taking a few days off work. I'm going on holiday for a few days and I'm kidnapping the whole lot of ye."
"Where to?" Ringo asked.
"Beats me. Might take a boat or something. Be on the water for a few days."
"Wait, wait, wait...................we got off topic here. John! Answer me now! What happened to you? I want to know."
"Nothing happened."
"You disappeared yesterday!"
"I know that. Remember, I was there. Nothing happened that you should be concerned about. Just drop it."
"No! I will keep bringing it up until you tell me!"
"For the last time, drop it Mr. McCartney!"
"You know I won't Mr. Lennon!"
" Uh-oh. They're using last names. we better go. " Ringo said as he stepped away.
George nodded. "I think yer right. Every time they use last names, it ends up becoming a fight."
John began to shout. "I don't wanna do this with you!"
"Do what?! You haven't even told !d what the problem was!"
"Look, I'm fine. I've always been fine and I always will be fine. I'll tell you if I feel like telling you."
"When. Not if. when you feel like saying something. I know no hard it is for you to open up to yer friends. But in order for us to help, we need to know what happened."
"Later. When I feel like telling you."
"Much better."
"Sod 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!