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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Paul got to the top of the stairs again and once again, approached the bedroom door. After opening the door, he quietly walked to the side of the bed John was. Then, he placed the spider on John's chest and left it.
Paul quickly left the bedroom and shut the door quietly.
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He spent the rest of the night on the couch, asleep. It was 6:15am when he awoke again, awaiting to hear the reaction John would make once he sees the tarantula.
It took several hours before he heard some shuffling going on upstairs. He only assumed it was Cynthia because he hadn't heard any screaming or anything.
Paul decided to go upstairs. He met Cynthia at the doorway of the bedroom.
"Not awake yet?"
"No. But when I awoke, yer friend was on me. Not him."
Paul laughed quietly. "Well, I should've waited until I woke up this morning shouldn't I?"
"Yep."
Paul peeked his head inside. Fabio was on John's face just chilling. And then..........the fun began. John woke up. Paul just watched closely with a smile.
John opened his eyes once he felt something on his face. Then, he started breathing heavily. "Oh my god." He said slowly. " Cyn!! " He yelled.
Cynthia walked in the room. "What?"
"G-Get this t-thing off me! Get Ringo in here! I'll murder him!"
"Don't move. It could bite ye."
"I wasn't planning on moving. Just hurry it up and get this monster off me."
Cynthia approached him and gently took the spider. "It's harmless."
"No. No it's not. Keep it away from me. How did it even get in here?! Get it out! Get it out!"
"Stop throwing a fit John."
"I found I spider on my face! How can I not?!"
"Calm down."
"My bloody headache is back. I shouldn't have yelled."
"Wanna get up or go back to sleep?"
"I can't get back to sleep. How do I know that thing won't end up on me again?"
"I can assure you, it won't."
John sat up all the way and looked at the spider.
"What's his name? Fabio?"
"Uh, yeh. He just wanted to say hi. He's yer biggest fan."
"I can tell. I bet Paul did this didn't he? He really wants to win. Is he still here?"
"I can't answer that."
"The answer is yes isn't it?"
John got out of bed, glanced at the spider and made a disgusted look. "Why are you holding it?"
"Because it's friendly. Are you sure you don't want to say hi to it?"
"Positive. I bloody hate spiders."
John left the room and saw Paul leaning against the wall with a cigarette in between his fingers.
"Oh. Hey John."
"Yer going to regret being in that thing. I'll hurt you so bad. Remember, just because we're mates, it doesn't mean I won't murder you. What time did you get here last night?"
"Uh, 2am. Yeh, I was here when you woke up with a headache."
