"Hot."

George raised an eyebrow. "I'm hot?"

Ringo bit his lip. "W-Well you a-asked..."

George smirked, fangs peeking out. "You think I'm hot."

Ringo gave him an annoyed look. "You aren't gonna let this go, aren't you?" He sighed out.

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. "You think I'm attractive."

"Yes I do." Ringo stated, almost proudly, lifting his head so their eyes could meet.

"You're fucking adorable, did you know that?" George sighed out.

Ringo blinked, biting his lip as he blushed red. And before he knew it, George took a bite of his ice cream.

"Hey!"

George laughed as Ringo wacked his sleeve. Then in return, Ringo licked his treat. George watched his pink tongue dart out. He gulped as Ringo winked at him. His breathe hitched, which never happened before.

There was a strange sensation in his chest. His chest squeezed and felt funny. He swore he could hear something moving in there. And the weirdest thing was... he felt alive.