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"I didn't know you were good at drawing."

"A little." Ringo mumbled, trying to concentrate on drawing and not George's face that was inches away from him. "C-Could you, uh, back up a little?"

George blushed. "Sorry." He uttered, pale cheeks turning pink.

He bit his lip. "It's fine." Ringo's pencil stopped at the... well...

"I could draw it if you like."

Oh. That it.

"Why did I agree on the male body instead of the girl's?"

George chuckled. "Isn't drawing your own body easier than drawing a girl's?"

Ringo scoffed. "I'd rather draw not nude, thank you very much."

"What is it with you and Biology?" George laughed softly, poking his flushed cheek with the eraser tip of the pencil.

"I-I... I-It's weird." He stumbled out, blushing even more at George's stare. "George, stop."

He smirked. "Stop what?" George said, inching closer to him.

Ringo bit his bottom lip, breath hitching when he felt his nose brush against his cheek. "Geo---"

"See you at the library, cutie." He brushed his lips over his cheek, barely touching.

George gave him a grin and grabbed his bag, leaving off to English class. Ringo's hand shot up to his cheek, the exact spot where---

"Git." He said, biting so hard he almost broke the skin.