"George..."

He turned to his side, his sharp cheeks pressing against the rough tree bark.

"Five more minutes..." He grumbled, dozing off again.

Ringo giggled. "George, wake up!"

He opened his eyes. He bolted up, startling Ringo a bit.

"Shit." He muttered, brown eyes wide with panic. "Shitshitshit---"

Ringo furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

What's wrong?! Everything's wrong I--- I fucking fell asleep! Vampires don't need sleep! We're called night creatures for fucks sake!

"I-I shouldn't have slept. D-Doctor's orders." He stumbled out, wishing that Ringo would take it. "H-He says it fucks up my medication."

Ringo took it. He nodded in understanding then he winced. He rubbed his neck.

"Me neck hurts..."

George rolled his eyes. "No shit. We were sleeping against a tree."

He laughed. "Thanks for that, anyway. I really needed a bit of sleep."

George shrugged. "No problem, Rings. If you need anyone, I'm here. Anytime at all, all you gotta do is call and I'll be there."

Ringo smiled. "That rhymed, George."

He smiled back. Ringo's smile was just so infectious. "I know. So... Exchange numbers?"

His blue eyes brightened up. "Sure!" He blushed at his outburst. "I-I mean... c-cool." He was fidgeting with his shirt again. "T-That's gear..."

George cooed. "Adorable."

Ringo glared at him. "We talked about this!"

He laughed. "You're so cute when you're mad."

Ringo blushed. George could hear his heart beating loudly in his chest.

Ringo looked away. George couldn't make up the emotions swirling in his eyes. He turned and saw him looking at him. He blushed, smiling.

"Come on, George." He punched his shoulder. "Gimme your phone."