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Ringo: george

George: where the hell have you been?!

Ringo: george i can explain-

George: how dare you make me worry my fucking ass off the whole week??

Ringo: george.

George: you weren't texting back for five days

George: FIVE DAYS

Ringo: GEORGE!

George: WHAT

Ringo: I love you too.

George: i..

George: fuck i love you

George: i love you so much

Ringo: you didn't have to flood me, Geo

George: you werent texting back!

George: what the hell happened to you?!?

Ringo: it's.. it's hard to explain, Geo

George: oh.

George: okay.

Ringo: no i mean like its hard to explain on text

George: ohhh

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[Ringo Starkey is calling you]
[Accept call?]
[Call accepted.]

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George raised his phone to his ear.

"G-George?"

His heart leaped at the sound of his voice.

"Fuck, Ritchie I---" He gave out a shaky sigh. "I was worrying so much about you!"

"I'm sorry." Ringo mumbled. George could picture him fidgeting with his shirt, the usual mannerism he had whenever Ringo got nervous. "I---" George widened his eyes in alarm when he heard him sobbing.

"What's wrong?" George panicked. "Ringo---"

"We can't be together, Geo. M-My father..." Ringo cried over the phone. His weak sniffles and heartbroken cries made George's blood boil.

"What the fuck did he do to you, Ritchie?" George demanded, gripping his phone.

"He beats me." Ringo let out a shaky sigh. "I-I probably deserve it---"

"No you don't!" George argued. "I'm picking you up."

"Geo---"

"I'm just gonna slip on some pants, wait for me at your house." George pressed SPEAKER on his phone and went to his dresser.

"Am I going to... sneak out?"

George chuckled. Of course he has never done it before.

"You probably have to." He waited for his response as he quickly wore his faded jeans.

"O-Okay. I-I might probably have to disconnect, my parents could hear."

George hummed. "Okay. I'll be there in a couple of minutes. And Ringo?"

"Y-Yeah?"

He smiled.

"I love you."

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"I..." Ringo couldn't help but smile. "I love you too, Geo."

His heart hammered in his chest as he quietly opened his window.

This was so, so wrong.

But the thought of George waiting for him filled him with determination.

(whoever knows this reference i will dedicate the next chapter for you~)

So he snuck out.

Ringo kept on imagining his father hearing his noises and come rushing in the room but he never came.

Gripping the ledge, he took a quick glance down.

It was now or never.

His heart leaped at the thought of George arriving on his motorcycle.

Wait...

Ringo widened his eyes in alarm.

Motorcycles were loud! He panicked. Dad would wake up!

Then he saw two, blinking lights, one more dim than the other. And for once, George was wearing his helmet.

Ringo waved, about to run off to him when someone yanked him backwards.

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