>> PRODIGAL <<

>>one who has returned after an absence<<

(aka paul or me)

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dedicated to richardstarkeys for making the temporary but ever so awesome cover :)))

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throwback;

"this isn't ringo, you daft sod."

he widened his eyes.

"paul?"

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"the one and only. can i come in?"

"yeah john, let us in!" anna's voice chimed in. "oh, and is ringo with you? i've got a sweater for him made out of authentic sheep's wool!"

john felt a pang in his chest as he opened the door, revealing paul's slightly impatient self and anna's excited demeanor.

"i don't know where ringo is, honestly." john mumbled.

paul frowned, confused on why his best mate acted so glumly. "what are you saying, johnny?"

"i basically told him to fuck off and leave me alone."

"john what---"

"it was the heat of the moment we--- we kissed then---"

"you kissed?" anna exasperated. "i thought you guys were platonic friends?"

john bit his lip. "i... i'm in love with him, okay? i bottled up my feelings and fucked-up our friendship in general."

"this isn't like you, john." paul said, going up and sitting down on john's messy, unmade bed. "i mean, normally you'd confess like, after two days. that always happened with the people you liked, including me." he muttered the last part under his breathe.

"yeah but," john slumped against the wall. "ringo's different." he rubbed his face in frustration. "god, i fucked-up didn't i?"

"yes," paul nodded. "yes you did."

"hush," anna patted john's shoulder. "john, it's okay. don't listen to paul, he's an ass."

"hey!"

"i'm just kidding love," she smiled at him, and john felt his chest squeeze painfully again. "at least both of you are single. it's not like this could get even more messier than it is, right?" she tried to find reassurance in john's face. "oh no, don't tell me..."

john groaned into the palms of his hand, feeling like a sober piece of shit after a wild night of drinking.

"okay john, you know what? you should just basically tell ringo how you feel." after that paul quickly added: "and not tell him to fuck off after."

"won't that even mess things up even more?"

anna and paul looked at each other before giving john a shrug.

"hey, it's better than bottling things up anyways." paul offered.

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ok this was short buuuttt i'm back on track (hopefully) so there's a chance i'll update later or even tomorrow

sorry for the long wait guys :((( writer's block fucked me up big time.

also please comment!! it motivates me to write :D