"This is taking forever," Paul said.
"Give me a break now, will ye?" George snapped.
"I would if you wrote down that music faster!" Paul started yelling.
"ENOUGH!" John shouted. Paul and George stopped yelling and quickly looked up. "You guys are always fighting around here. Sometimes I wish I didn't have to hear it all the time!" He turned on his foot and quickly left the house.
Paul and George resumed bickering as soon as John left.
"Paul and George, always arguing," John muttered. "Acting like kids." He wondered where he should go. He decided the park would be nice and soon started to the park.
After a while, John heard crying.
"What the heck?" John murmured. He turned into an alley and next to a dumpster he saw a little girl.
John was shocked.
Who would leave a little girl alone on this cold night? She didn't look older than two or three.
"What are you doing out here?" John asked, a little too loud.
The little girl looked up at him and started crying harder.
John softened his voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. Why are you out here all alone?" he asked, a bit quieter. He sat down and put his arms around the child to keep her warm when she realized she was just in a ragged t-shirt and shorts on a windy night.
"My mommy and daddy left me here," the little girl said, still crying but not uncontrollably sobbing like before.
John's heart broke.
(Aww, I just had to write a sad story, didn't I? I am laughing so hard right now-Maddie)
He picked the girl up. "What's your name?" he asked her.
"Dayla," the little girl said.
"What a nice name," John said. "Let's take you home with me and my pals. I can't leave a little child like you on the street by yourself, can I?" (BEATLES REFERENCE! Little child-Maddie) Dayla shook her head violently, which John thought was adorable.
"How old are you?" he asked her.
"Two," Dayla said. "I happy you save me."
John hugged her and continued walking toward the house he shared with his three other mates.
Finally John reached his home.
He opened the door and the first thing he saw was Paul and George and Ringo eating crackers in step (if that's what you call it.)
At this John cracked up. The three other Beatles turned around and saw John holding a kid in his hands.
"Who is she?" George asked.
"I found her abandoned in an alley. I couldn't just leave her. She said he parents left her there."
Ringo came over and awwed when he saw her.
"John are you out of your mind?! I don't wanna take care of a kid! She's probably a brat anyway, I can't live with little brats around here!" Paul yelled.
Dayla hugged John and started sobbing.
John growled. "Look what you did Paul, you hurt her feelings! You'd rather her die in an alley than be here?" he said to Paul sharply.
Paul said nothing.
"That's what I thought," John said, his teeth gritted, then walked into the kitchen to warm Dayla up some milk.