George was the first one in the studio on Monday, dreading the huge fights that would no doubt occur in the next few hours. Paul's "solution" hadn't really done anything other than drive them further apart, he thought.

    He sipped some of his tea before sitting it down, playing some of the chords to one of his new songs. He hadn't shown it to anyone yet, so he had no idea if it was even good or not.

    "Cream tangerine, and montélimar," he sang, strumming viciously. "A ginger sling with a pineapple heart. A coffee dessert, yes you know it's good news. But you'll have to have them all pulled out after the savoy truffle."

    He paused for a moment to remember what the lyrics were after that, what the chords were.

    "Hey, that's not half bad," came a voice from the doorway.

    George jumped. He looked up and saw John watching him, arms crossed. George just smiled slightly and shrugged.

    "No, I'm telling the truth," John said, coming closer.

    George looked around him to see if his shadow had come with him. "Where is she?"

    John looked down. "I, uh, told her to stay home today. It hurt, like I was chopping a limb off or something, but I think it's for the best."

    George just nodded. "I'm sorry for all the things that have gone on between us these past few months. Years, actually."

    "Me too," John said. "I shouldn't have said a lot of things I did. And your nose?" He pointed at his own.

    George shrugged again. "It's just a little sore. Nothing big."

    They were silent for a few moments, John standing awkwardly, George sitting in his chair, picking a few notes on Rocky. John suddenly cleared his throat and rushed forward, wrapping his arms around George and hugging him tightly.

    George was taken aback, expecting a punch rather than a hug, but hugged him back anyway. They hugged for a few seconds before they jumped away from each other, broken up by a voice.

    "Aw, isn't this sweet?"

    "Ugh, wrap up, Paul," George said, rolling his eyes.

    "It looks like my idea did work after all," Paul said, putting his hands on his hips. "You're both friends now!"

    "I wouldn't use a strong word like that," John said, "but, yeah, we're getting along better. I mean, we don't want to murder each other anymore."

    Ringo appeared in the doorway. "What goes on?"

    "John and Georgie reconciled!" Paul said.

    "That's great," Ringo said, eyes widening. "I thought they'd hate each other forever."

    "We still do," John said quickly. "Hate each other, I mean. Don't we, George?"

    "Yeah," George said, gently punching John on the shoulder. "Oh, look, I just hit him. Definitely hate each other."

    "Shall we begin?" Ringo said, making his way over to his drum kit.

    "Yeah," Paul said, unlocking his case and pulling his bass out. "What should we start with? "Bungalow Bill"? Um . . . "Martha"?"

    "George had a new song he was working on when I got here," John said, looking at him pointedly. "Don't you, George?"

    "I, um . . . Yeah," he finally said. "It's about chocolate."

    Ringo was the first to start snickering and then he and Paul were both in hysterics.

    Paul wiped his eye. "I have got to hear this one."

    "Yeah, I like chocolate," Ringo said, nodding, still smiling.

    "Well," George said, adjusting in his seat, straightening, "this is how it goes . . . "

Author's Note: It's finished, and I have no idea what this whole thing was even about! Sorry if it was kind of strange and abrupt! I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you guys liked it too!