>>ABSURD<<

>>extremely silly, foolish, or unreasonable : completely ridiculous<<

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"john please? jus' once?"

"no."

"john---"

"nope."

"john, i need to---"

"nada."

"johnny please!" ringo pleaded. "jus' one text!"

"fuck no." john snatched his phone away and glanced at the string of texts gregolini sent him. he immediately cringed at it. "remind me again why he was your boyfriend?"

"was?" ringo sighed out. "jus' because we had one livid argument doesn't mean we're done for good." he bit his lip. "besides, i need to hear his side of the story. it's only fair."

"but---" john was cut off by the phone vibrating again. the words "GEO ❤️" appeared in the screen. cue john cringing again. in his cringe attack, ringo snatched his phone and pressed call.

"george...?" he said slowly, cautiously, a bit scared by john's actions which included sliding his hand across his neck and making an "x" sign with his arms.

speaker! john mouthed. ringo nodded and placed his phone on the tabletop, pressing the button.

"ringo, i..." they heard him sigh. "i'm sorry for being an asshole, you didn't deserve that."

"did you... did you really cheat on me?"

silence. then john was about to break said silence when george spoke up.

"of course not! i'll never do that to you! you're the only one for me, ringo, and you should know that!"

for some odd reason, that meme-vine popped in john's head. the one that went why you always lyin'? to be exact.

"i..." ringo felt john's eyes on him. "can w-we should discuss this somewhere else? like, not on the phone for example."

"okay," he heard some rustling. "where do you want to go?"

ringo watched as john placed his face in his hands.

"i don't know..." ringo mumbled, feeling a strong pang of guilt. "m-maybe someplace quiet?"

"i'll text you the address. oh, and ringo?"

he pressed his lips together in a straight line. "yes, george?"

"i love you."

"i love---" he jumped when john's finger shot up and pressed the 'end call' button. "john!"

"glad to hear you say you love me."

"what did you do that for?!"

"listen," john began, voice low and face serious. "why are you going out with him? he's a freaking liar!"

"he isn't a liar!"

"so you're calling me the liar?"

"i... i-i..." ringo's bottom lip trembled. "i jus' don't want us to end, tha's all." he went quiet. "i don't want to argue. with both of you. it... it h-hurts, y'know? i don't like fighting."

john's heart broke at the sight. he regretted raising his voice.

"ritchie," he found his hand and squeezed it comfortably. "i jus' want you to see through him, like really see through him."

"can i still meet him?"

no. like seriously, no. he's a cheat, a liar, a big pile of shit---

"you should go talk to him about this."

ringo nodded. "o-okay."

"okay," john repeated, pulling him into a hug. "okay."

"this isn't the fault in our stars, john." ringo said, voice muffled by john's shirt. but he still hugged him back.

"okay," he chuckled. "no more arguments like last night."

and john felt this weird feeling that he was wrong. that he would eat up his words later on. but, fuck it. if ringo could finally fucking see through george like the way john did, he would get down on his knees because, praise jesus hallelujah, that was the thing he was waiting for.

and he really prayed that george wasn't that asshole enough to lie even about that.

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sorry filler-ish sorry

sorry sorry sorry sorry

sorry if it's dragging too long sorry if ringo's character is blind as fuck sorry if george is too much of a bastard sorry if paul hasn't appeared in the story sorry for saying sorry alot gahhh

sorry

all the love,

-grace