Fools on the Hill ~ A McLennon Fanfiction

Somewhere Boy

Paul lent a hand to Pattie and helped her get out of the bathtub.

"What's gotten into those two?" John asked her.

"I don't know exactly but I think it's my fault." Pattie said as she and Paul walked over to sit down on the sofa.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" a voice called from the front door. John peeked out the window to see it was George. He looked drunk. Mad. Possibly insane.

George started banging on the door. "LET ME IN!"

"John! John! Paul! There's someone at the door! JooOohn!" Ringo was yelling from the bedroom.

"We know!" John called back. They all were silent deciding whether they should let George in the house. He might hurt Pattie. More importantly, he might hurt Paul, and John would not let that happen. A sudden idea came to John as he rushed into the bedroom.

Ringo began "John, there's someone-"

"I know, it's George."

"Well let Georgie in there's a storm outside!"

John grabbed Ringo's "contaminated" abandoned lemonade and left the room. He rushed to the door filled with George's banging. He opened the door.

"You can't come inside until you cool off, bro." He threw the lemonade on George and quickly closed the door.

"What the hell, John." Paul mumbled.

"He needed to calm down." John replied.

After a few minutes of silence, they started to get curious about what had happened to George after John threw his lemonade on him. Pattie stood up and went by the window.

"Guys, look." She said

Paul and John stumbled to the window.

George was closing their garage door. He had John's bike.

"Is he stealing my bike?" John started for the door.

"John please don't start with him." Paul said.

"Excuse me Paul, 'start' with him? He started this whole bloody thing!"

"Guys please." Pattie said, wanting to avoid hearing another heated argument.

George got onto John's bike and pedalled off to somewhere. Where he was going, nobody knew.