>>JEALOUSY<<

>>an unhappy or angry feeling of wanting to have what someone else has<<

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Edited~

Thanks Koolkitty9

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john wasn't really sure what ringo saw in george.

he was a bit attractive, john would give him that. intense pair of brown eyes and nice cheekbones. he was pretty but he was scrawny. and his height didn't help that he was practically a walking stick.

he knew george wasn't unhealthily thin (he saw how much he could eat and, wow, he ate like a pig) but whenever he would walk it would be like watching slenderman stalk with those bony legs of his.

"hello john." george greeted him with a friendly fanged smile.

he gave him a glance that may or may have not seemed hostile.

"hi greg."

his smile fell.

"it's george." he corrected.

john rolled his eyes. "whatever."

so, you could possibly say that john didn't like george very, very much.

john made his way to the kitchen, about to make himself a cup of tea (ringo has his oh so lovely boyfriend to do it for him anyways), about to sit on the counter when he heard geraldo or whatever his name was speak up in the living room.

"i think your friend hates me, ritchie."

john snorted. hate was an understatement.

"no he doesn't," he heard ringo say in that soft reassuring tone that made him even more jealous of george. "that's john for you. he seems tough but really, he's nice."

and there he was, sitting on the cold kitchen counter with an I HEART NY cup in his hand. and john could really care less if the cup he was holding wasn't designed for tea since he was busy pretending ringo and george weren't practically snogging on the couch. it was easier to ignore them because that way it would hurt less.

john gripped the handle of his mug, trying to block out the sounds of ringo's sweet whimpers and the springs squeaking under their actions.

it was like he didn't exist anymore! and, christ, he was just in the next room! under the same roof!

"about that.... movie," ringo was utterly breathless. the way he panted made john feel worse. surely, george wasn't that good of a kisser, right?

"i'll pick you up tomorrow after lunch."

john heard silence. then he assumed that they were kissing. again.

"i love you georgie."

"love you too, babe."

babe. babe. john couldn't help but physically cringe at the word.

he heard the door open and close and, what seemed like a thousand years, stepped into the light.

"i'm surprised you two didn't fuck on the couch after that "intense" snog you guys had." john raised his fingers, doing quotations which was a bit hard due to the new york mug in his right hand.

"we didn't snog." ringo scoffed, acting like he wasn't breathless just a while ago. "besides, we aren't having sex until we're married, john." he said as if he was stating the obvious. "and i'm sure we wouldn't have our first time fucking on your secondhand couch---"

"our couch." john corrected, taking a nonchalant sip of his tea. "still, if you guys do fuck on the couch i do not want to: a.) see it, b.) hear it and c.) have to clean the stains. but i guess the stains would be the least of your problems." he smirked at him, making him blush.

to be honest, john loved the way ringo's face turned red.

"s-shut up." ringo's bruised bottom lip stuck out slightly in a pout, making him 100X more adorable. as if that was even humanly possible.

the smaller shot them a half-hearted glare and flopped on the couch, turning his back against him.

"aw, babe," john cooed, sitting beside him. he pinched his cheek.

ringo slapped his hand away, "don't call me babe, john. it's cringy as hell!"

you don't seem to mind if greg--- george--- calls you that. john thought.

"are you mad at me?" john asked, acting all soft towards him.

he felt a twinge of triumph when he saw ringo's lips twitch as he tried to fight back a smile. john focused on that pretty smile of his and not the numerous lovebites on his neck.

ringo sighed defeatedly. "you know i can't stay mad at you, johnny. you're my best mate for fucks sake."

john prayed that he didn't physically flinch at that.

"yeah." john forced out a chuckle. "b-best mate."

and that was the first time ringo starr friendzoned john lennon.

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disclaimer: i DO NOT think of george as slenderman. or a walking stick. but i do think of him as pretty :3

i know john is a bit mean but this is, like, his POV so yeah that's how he thinks of george.

blame it on the jealousy. jawn can't help it.

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