“John!” Ringo yelled to the night air. “John!”
“Don’t go too far in front,” Paul warned a few paces behind. “Can’t see further than a couple of yards,” he glanced back over his shoulder. “George, keep up!”
George jogged to level with Paul. “He won’t be out here, will he?” he said, “He wouldn’t have gone into a field.”
“John!” Ringo shouted again.
“Well, there was nothing else at the end of that road, so where else could he have gone?” Paul reasoned.
George sighed. “Perhaps he doubled back? He’s probably sitting in the car right now, laughing at us.”
“Jo-,” Ringo stopped abruptly. Paul and George came up behind him. “There’s a house over there, can you see it?” Ringo said, pointing to a small, white building, barely visible in the mist that had come down after the snow had ceased.
“Where?” Paul said, peering.
“There’s no one there,” George said. “Its all shut up, no ones been there in years.”
“Except maybe John,” Ringo said.
“It looks kinda spooky to me,” George said hesitantly. The other two looked at him. Paul pushed Ringo forward and they set off towards the house.
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Definitely Maybe (Beatles/Oasis Crossover Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA troublesome Christmas Eve for the Beatles takes John on a strange journey. Crossover The Beatles and Oasis. Nb. This is a crossover Beatles/Oasis fan fiction short story which was written a few years ago (and long before Oasis split up). Although...
