>>IRIDESCENT<<

>>shining with many different colors when seen from different angles<<

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"sorry i'm late, geo."

"it's fine, love." george said, kissing him quick on the lips. "you hungry?"

"starving, actually." ringo laughed, sitting on the booth opposite of george.

"i ordered your favorite." george grinned. "but don't eat too much." he teased. "we wouldn't want you getting fat, right?"

"y-yeah, sorry." ringo bit his lip and glanced down at his pasta, not feeling so hungry anymore. "hey, uh, geo? i don't think i could finish this."

george nodded. "i'll let them pack it later, okay?"

"okay." ringo managed a smile and poked the pasta with his fork, chewing in silence as he watched george text someone on his phone.

ringo's mind went back to john's words but he kept on replaying george's statement. his train of thought ceased when ringo felt his hand wrap around his.

"a penny for your thoughts, lovely?" he asked, fingers filling up the empty spaces in his hand.

"it's... nothing." ringo said, smiling at him.

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"ringo?"

he jumped and placed a hand over his chest.

"jesus christ, john!" he gasped. "you scared the shit out of me!"

"what are you doing?" he groaned out, eyes squinting at how painfully bright the bathroom light was. and then, he wasn't used to waking up at, what? five am?

"nothing." ringo mumbled.

realization hit john like a sledgehammer.

"don't tell me.."

"i'm sorry." ringo blurted out. "i jus'---"

john was fully awake now. "george said something, didn't he?"

"no, i, fu--- yes." he admitted. ringo bit his lip. "he meant it as a joke, anyways, john."

john frowned. "it doesn't seem like a joke."

ringo sighed. "john please.. he said it jokingly."

"then please explain to me why the hell are you standing in front of the mirror poking your stomach?" he shot, raising an eyebrow.

ringo flushed. he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"i'm fat."

"where?" john poked his side. "you mean, this fat?"

he bit his lip. "john.."

"or this fat?"

ringo stifled a giggle. "johnny, stop---"

he grinned. "or both?"

ringo shrieked as john's hands delved into his sides, tickling him.

"johnny no!" ringo was helpless, gripping john's arms as uncontrollable laughter slipped past his lips. "ahahahaha---- nooo!"

"say it!" john cackled. "say you aren't fat!"

"i'm not fat!" a high-pitched giggle spilled out of his lips, cheeks hurting from laughing and grinning so much. "johnny i can't breathe!"

"fine." he laughed, his chest vibrating against ringo's back, hands no longer tickling ringo to death and simply rested on his sides. john rested his chin on his shoulder. "you know, you aren't really fat. if anyone's fat, it'll be me."

ringo snorted. "fat my arse." he scoffed. "if anything, you're fit. probably even more fit than george."

john widened his eyes. "r-really? you think i'm... fit?"

in america, fit probably meant that you were healthy. but to the british, it was a whole new level.

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