>>CONGENIAL<<

>>very friendly<<

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"ringo!" john called out, rapping his fists on his crush's, er, best mate's bedroom door. "you've been in there for centuries!"

"jus' a minute!"

john tapped his foot impatiently and, after two minutes had passed, he raised his hand again to knock.

"ow!" ringo hissed, rubbing the poor spot on his head when john's knuckles met.

john blinked, then he bursted out laughing. "oh shit, i'm sorry, ritchie." he took a step back upon realization, not-so-subtly checking the smaller out.

"well?" ringo asked, nibbling on his bottom lip nervously. the way john looked at him made him a bit self-conscious. "i should've worn my jeans instead." he mumbled, his insecurities getting the best of him.

"no! i, uh, i-i mean you don't have to change." john quickly added. "you look good already. really good."

and that was when john wished (pleaded, rather) that the invisible bearded man in the skies above to just save him from the embarrasment and just fucking take him already. of course, the universe hated john winston lennon.

"really?" ringo questioned. "i look good?"

john nodded, trying to brush off that ringo didn't just look good in that outfit, he looked perfect. but of course, john wouldn't say that.

"you're jus' saying that because you're my friend," ringo accused, narrowing his eyes at him.

"no, it's true!" he assured him.

ringo raised an eyebrow. "you sure?"

he nodded. "positive."

"i don't look chubby?"

he shook his head. "nope."

ringo turned. "does it make my bum look big?"

john glanced at it. "still not bigger than paul's."

that did the trick. ringo laughed. "i'll take that as a good sign, then." they went down the stairs. "how is paul?"

john shrugged. "enjoying his stay at scotland with that bird of his, i guess."

they walked out of the house.

"you aren't... jealous or anything?"

john gave him an incredulous look. "christ no! i may be a jealous guy but i'm over him already. and... besides..." john's eyes met his. "i've got my mind set on somebody else."

ringo gasped. "who is it?"

"secret." john sang out, grinning at him.

he pouted. "but we're best mates! we're supposed to keep no secrets between each other!"

john simply smiled at him.

"i'll tell you someday. hopefully." he added quietly, saying it to himself rather to ringo.

"fine." ringo crossed his arms in an attempt to intimidate john into saying who was the lucky gal/bloke (ringo knew he was bisexual) when in fact that made him even cuter.

john chuckled. "come on short-stuff. we gotta head over to the ice-cream shop before the line gets too long." john tugged on his wrist, knowing fully well that if he held his hand he wouldn't be able to contain the feelings he bottled up in his chest. "we wouldn't our date to be awry, right ritchie?"

"our friendly-date date." ringo beamed, following the taller towards the pedestrian lane.

john concentrated on the red light.

"yeah," he mumbled. "our friendly-date date."

and that was when john realized that even if he subtly took ringo on a date he would only succeed in friendzoning himself even further.

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*shakes my head in dissapointment

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