Crazy For You | Starrison [✔️]

Eighty five

"Hello? Is this thing on?" John heard him chuckle. "Of course it's on, silly me."

Does he really this was a game? Something funny? John's hand curled into a fist. God knows what he'll do to George or whatever his fucking name was.

"Hey Paul. Hey John."

He froze. He knew his name?

"You must be wondering where me and Ritchie are at. We're pretty far from here. But if you want.." John heard rustling. "Ritchie? Oh... You're still awake.. What am I doing? It's nothing, love. Nothing to worry about. Go to sleep, okay? I love you too. Okay where were we...?"

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He sounded so casual, as if he knew Ringo.

Ritchie.. He called him Ritchie.

"Hey Paul? Do you remember Strawberry Fields? We used to go there when we were kids. We're going to stay there. How long, you ask? Well, probably a long, long time." George cleared his throat. "Come visit us, yeah? And remember, no cops."

"Is he serious?" John whispered in disbelief.

He nodded. "He's serious, John. When he says to come alone, he means it."

Paul shut the tape recorder off.

"No cops, then." John gritted his teeth.

"Strawberry Fields, then." Paul gave the ceiling one last look before tugging on John's sleeve. "Come on," He pressed his lips together, a pained expression in his eyes. "They're waiting for us."