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 had watched Paul and John closely to make sure they actually made up. It looked like they did because they were both sitting on the couch working together, writing a song they were currently writing.
George was thrilled because he didn't feel like stepping in again. He already heard way too much from the two and didn't want to hear any more fights come from them.
John leaned against the couch and pulled out two cigarettes and lit them both. He handed one to Paul and threw the pack back at George. "'ere. You could probably use this."
"Thanks. If you fight any more today, I just might need the whole pack."
"We're not going to fight Geo. Why don't the two of you go home?"
"And leave you two unsupervised? I don't think so."
"Fine. You can stay." John said getting back to work. He leaned over to see what Paul was working on.
Paul looked over at John slowly. "Can I help you?"
"No. You can't."
"Get back to yer side of the couch." Paul said pushing John's face away.
"Okay. I can take a hint." John said moving away.
"Good because I'm trying to work."
John shook his head. "You should just be glad I never killed you this morning."
"John, I'm warning you." George said. "I'll lock you up again."
"Please don't. That's the last thing I need."
"Then knock it off. Don't try to start anything with Paul."
John shut up and looked down at the paper he was holding. "Why are we even working on this right now?"
"Because you love working." George mentioned.
"No I don't. Why do I even have two jobs?"
"Because you love working." Paul said.
"I hate working."
"Tell that to the boss tomorrow when we have to be down at the office."
"Don't remind me. Gotta get up early, be there early and everything else that comes with waking up early."
"Yeh. Set yer alarms. You should've woke up this morning but you didn't because you two got splashed. Don't drink tonight."
"Yes muther." John said as he set the paper down and laid down on the couch. He then put his feet on Paul, making Paul look at him angrily.
Paul shoved John's feet off him, making them land on the floor.
"I see you two still have a bit of tension you need to clear up."
"NO. No we don't. We cleared everything up. Didn't we Paul? Old buddy."
Paul smiled. "Right. We cleared everything up alright. Everything."
"Paul." John whispered.
"Yes. We cleared everything."
"Good."
Paul rolled his eyes.
"Paul, knock it off." John whispered. "Ye'll get us in trouble again."
"What was that John?" George asked.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything."
"Okay. Just checking because I know you don't wanna end up back in the closet."
"No way. I'm fine right where I am."
George nodded. "Okay. Well, I guess I'll be heading out. Paul, yer coming with me."
"Why me and not Ringo? He's the one who rode with you."
"I know. I'm saying you because I don't want you and John getting into another fight."
"We won't."
"Promise?"
"Yes Hazza. We won't."
"Okay. Then I'll take Ringo with me. Come 'ead Ringsie."
Ringo got up and followed George to the door.
"You two better be nice to each other. I don't wanna see one of you come in with a black eye tomorrow."
"That won't happen. We love each other. Don't we Johnny?"
"Sure. Whatever you say."
George and Ringo left. Paul turned to John. "I think they bought the whole fight thing."
John laughed. "Yeh. It was too convincing. Yer a good actor Macca. Okay, to keep this going, one of us is getting a black eye."
"Who?"
"How about both of us."
"No. Then they'll know it was all a set up."
"Okay. I'll be the one with the black eye." John mentioned. "Hit me as hard as you can. Make it look convincing."
