>>DATE<<

>>to do an activity with someone you have might have a romantic relationship with<<

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they were halfway through their dinner when ringo's phone dinged. he pulled out of his pocket and turned it on. john immediately knew who it was just by looking at the dreamy smile on ringo's face.

john huffed and stabbed the poor piece of meat with his fork and popped it in his mouth. after a while, ringo's eyebrows furrowed together and his lips pressed together in a thin line.

john decided to speak up.

"what's wrong?"

"he, uh, cancelled our date." he replied, his voice less ethusiastic than usual. "he said his mother was sick and there was no one to look after the flower shop."

john fought the urge to scoff. his mother was sick? wow, a totally original excuse. and he did it over text, which really didn't surprise john.

"oh." was all john could say despite the thoughts piling up in his head.

why did george say it over text? why not call ringo? was his mother really sick? and since when did their family own a flower shop?

john decided to let the last question pass him by. maybe ringo talked about it once and he must've forgotten about it.

"do you have plans tomorrow?" ringo asked, twirling the pasta with his fork.

"not much, really." john said in between bites.

"hey, we could hang out!" ringo said, beaming at him.

john's heart sped up at the idea.

"you mean... like a date?" he teased, taking another bite. god, ringo was such a good cook.

ringo giggled. just when john thought he couldn't get anymore adorable.

"yeah," the corner's of ringo's lips curled up into a picturesque smile. "but, y'know, like a friendly-date date."

john choked on the piece of meat he was eating and before he knew it, he was coughing, hacking, rather.

ringo widened his eyes in alarm. "john?!"

he flushed in embarrasment. did he really just almost die from a piece of meat?

"i'm— i'm f-fine," john cleared his throat, wincing a bit as he did so. "i'm going to get some water."

"s-sure." ringo stumbled out, concern written all over his face.

he walked over to the kitchen, filled a cup, and leaned against the wall.

"jesus christ." john breathed, taking a sip.

and that was the second time ringo starr friendzoned john lennon. and he almost died choking on it.

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john's fookin hopeless.

thats all i gotta say

also ringo's a blind motherfucker

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