since every imagine can't be about Ringo

Imagine laughing in the car with George, both of you completely losing your minds about something funny you saw on the side of the road. You were gripping the dashboard ahead of you as your stomach muscles felt like they were caving in. George had to pull into a parking lot before he killed the both of you.

He pressed his head into the steering wheel and cackled, tears surely streaming down both of your cheeks. Your body rocked back as you reached out to him, holding onto his arm and beginning to lose your breath.

George tried to calm down but failed as he pulled you over to his side and up onto his laugh.

There was a blissful moment of silence when your eyes met. But it was only a moment.

"Mattress," you whispered, causing you two to break out into laughing fits again. George held onto your sides and buried his face into your neck, muffling his cackles.

You lost your breath again and gasped for air between giggles. George grinned up at you, silliiness and worry mixing in his eyes.

"A-are you okay, honey?" He giggled, his shoulders shaking as he stroked your cheek.

You could only giggle and nod, leaning your head onto his shoulder and sighing happily, always enjoying the few joyous moments you shared with George in between studio sessions.