'No, John that should be played in E minor!' Paul yelled.

'I wrote the song Macca! I'll play it how I want!' John couldn't help but smile even though it was quite a heated argument. He just couldn't stay mad at him forever. He was too nice. They both looked at each other and smiled, the argument over.

'Sorry Johnny, play it how you want I don't mind. It's your song.' Paul grovelled.

'No you did some of the lyrics too Paul. It wasn't just my input. But your idea is stupid, I know I'm clearly right!' John laughed. Paul picked up a pillow off the bed in the hotel room they were lodging in, and hit John hard round the head. 'Ay!' Paul laughed. There were 2 gentle knocks at the door.

'It's open!' Paul shouted, too lazy to move. The door opened as George and Ringo walked in.

'What are you two ladies up to then?' Ringo asked. George sniggered, and sat down on Paul's bed behind him, Ringo doing the same on John's.

'Writing our next hit if you don't mind, Starkey!' John shouted, strumming random strings on his guitar.

'Sounds random...' George joked, noticing how John was clearly tuning his guitar now and not actually writing.

'You see Georgie, this is why there aren't many Lennon-Harrison songs. You can't focus.' John complained back, not making it very obvious he was joking.

'Are you saying my songs are crap Lennon?' George asked, throwing the same pillow at John Paul had recently used as a weapon.

'Why is everyone hitting me with pillows today?' John shouted, almost dropping his guitar from his lap. Ringo grabbed the pillow from the top of John's bed and hit him round the head with it. 'Ow! Right that's it Starkey, you're dead!' John shouted, putting his guitar in the stand he'd set up between the two beds. He dived onto Ringo, before shoving him off the bed and pelting him repeatedly with the pillow. George and Paul were happy not to be on the recieving end of it, knowing there was a lot of power behind the 'fun' blows. Paul was unlucky enough to have taken a punch straight in the nose when John was angry before, which got John a good punch back, almost knocking is teeth out. He hadn't done it again since then.

'Come on lads you look like queers!' George laughed. John put the pillow back on the bed and stretched out a hand to help his friend up.

'That was totally unfair Lennon you caught me off guard. I could have fought back if I'd have been ready!' Ringo joked.

'Oh yeah?' John stood up and opened his arms. 'Free punch Ringo. Go for it. Show me what you've got.'

'And what will you tell Cyn when she asks you why your face is so distorted?' Ringo asked, knowing he could do a lot more damage than he looked like he could. Being just over 5 foot tall made everyone think he was weak. He was a drummer for god's sake, he hit things for a living. He had power.

'Come on Ringo just do it. I won't be mad.' John teased.

'John, Ringo's stronger than he looks you know-' before Paul had time to finish, Ringo had swung straight for John's nose, and John was on his back on the floor.

'Jesus! John? Are you alright?' George leapt off the bed and was knelt next to John on the floor. Ringo was dancing round the room, shaking his hand, obviously in a lot of pain. Paul went over to Ringo to look at the damage. John began to sit up, his nose pouring with blood.

'Well, Starkey, you've got a great right hook! Hey, lads. Never get on his bad side. You alright buddy?' he asked Ringo, wiping blood from his nose with his hand.

'Yep. I'm fine, just maybe broken my hand in the process of showing you I can punch.' Ringo said, biting his lip hard after, still shaking his hand around like a fool. Paul lifted his hand and uncurled his fingers slowly. Ringo winced.

'They don't look broken Rich. Just a bit scraped and shit. God you two are like two little girls.' Paul moaned.

'A little girl can't punch like that Paul! Jesus fucking christ I think you've broken my nose. This fucking hurts like a bitch!' John shouted.

'I am sorry John, but you did tell me to. I can't be blamed for it.' Ringo said apologetically. 'And I am a drummer.'

'It's okay Ritchie. I'll get you back one day!' John joked. He got up and wandered over to the mirror. 'My god my nose is like twice the size! How am I going to explain this to Cyn?'

'You're gonna scare the shit out of Julian if you look at him like that too.' George chuckled.

'Oh har har. Just because you don't have a kid and I do!' John shouted.

'I'm sorry, wasn't Julian a mistake because you didn't bother to use a condom ever?' George queried.

'We never really thought of it when we were doing it though did we? You're telling me you use a condom every time you do it with Pattie? Even if it's a spare of the moment thing?'

'Yeah, we do actually. We aren't stupid John.' George explained.

'Well, I gained a beautiful wife and a beautiful son out of not using one so I'm happy.' John had some wet tissue in his hand and wiped at his nose.

'You using them now then Johnny?' Paul asked curious.

'Yes of course we are. I'm rarely there to shag her these days though so it's not really an issue. And marriage is cool, it's like having a girlfriend but with babies.' John explained, smiling. 'You reckon you and Pattie'll tie the knot one day Georgie?'

'Probably, if everything keeps going well. She is beautiful though don't you think?'

'Not as beautiful as my Jane.' Paul pondered. 'I miss her so much.'

'But you cheat on her too much Paulie. She'll get bored soon.' John said, still wiping at his nose.

'We have a very open relationship!' Paul retorted.

'Okay, so if she was to sleep with someone, say me for example, you wouldn't break up with her?' John quizzed.

'Yeah of course I would she can't sleep with anyone else! It doesn't work like that!'

'You're a man whore Paulie, I'm telling you.' George said quietly. They all smiled at each other momentarily, before continuing with their day.