A/N: When u listenin' to Eleanor Rigby on pandora, but u accidentally tap skip instead of like 🖕😑🔫
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"Are you sure you feel well enough to go?" Elsie asker her son with concern.

"I'm fine. It's just a bruise." Ritchie assured. She had found out last night when she saw Paul and Richard on the couch, the younger looking like he'd been crying. He was now putting on his (fake) pink studs that were the same shade as his lipstick. Ritchie had decided to wear a red flannel shirt, buttoned midway with the bottom tied in front and a high-waisted plaited black skirt that went mid-thigh (which covered his bruise). His knee-length socks were baby blue and he wore black boots, along with his signature rings. Paul walked into the living room where Elsie and Richard happened to be. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight of him.

"Hiya Paulie!" Ritchie said cheerfully when he noticed Paul's presence. His cat-eyeliner and mascara made his alluring blue eyes stand out tremendously (more than usual). "Uhm, Paul?" He snapped out of his trance and closed his mouth a bit.

"W-wot?" Ritchie giggled.

"I asked, 'What do you think?'."

"Absolutely stunning dol- er, Ritchie. Spin for me?" He twirled his finger in a circle. Richard gave a small spin, the skirt riding dangerously high on his thighs. Paul cleared his throat and stood next to Elsie. Ritchie pulled his phone out from his breast pocket and quickly answered to a text.

"Gear says he's outside. Bye mum." He kissed his mother's cheek. "Bye Paulie." He waved to him. "I'll be back around five-ish." He trotted outside to where George stood, twirling his keys on his finger.

"Afternoon miss." His scouse accent laced with a posh lilt. Ritchie giggled and rolled his eyes.

"You're quite sparkly this afternoon aren't ye Ms. Harrison." George wore a navy blue day dress covered in sparkles and his Sgt. Pepper's jacket. His glittery eye shadow and red lipstick complimented his sharp features.

"Thank you love, now let's get going." George gave Ritchie's arse a cheeky slap before they hopped in his car.
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"You looked great up there Rings!" Mo cheered as Ritchie met up with her and George.

"As always." George added.

"Thanks guys." Ritchie blushed slightly.

"Alright boys, girls, and everything in between. Hope you have wonderful weekends and I'll see you all on Saturday!" Eppy's voice announced. A unanimus chorus of 'Bye Brian' and 'have a great week' sounded through the Sgt. Pepper's meeting hall.

"C'mon guys! Mary Jane doesn't smoke itself." Mo said to George and Ritchie, the last part a bit quieter.
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The trio rode in George's car to the school.

Mo was providing the cannabis, but only if they smoked it behind the school. Ritchie was a bit worried about getting caught at first, but pushed those thoughts away as he thought about what it would be like. Y' know, getting high and all. George parked the car and hopped out, along with Ritchie and Mo.

"Behind the gymnasium should be a good spot." She led them behind the building, where you could see a part of the strawberry feilds from. Richard sat down against the wall of the gym and George sat next to him. Well, more like laid down in the grass and used Ritchies thighs as a pillow. Mo fished a bag from her Sgt. Pepper's jacket as well as a lighter. She lit an already rolled joint, took a long drag, and passed it to Richard. He studied it for a moment before placing his lips on it and breathing in the intoxicating smoke. The grey smoke curled from his mouth and into the air.

"What d'ya think Rings?" George asked. Ritchie blinked and looked down at his boyfriend and a giddy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I think it's great." George chuckled and took a puff, blowing smoke rings in the air. They spent the next few, lightheaded, minutes passing the joint back and forth. Giggling uncontrollably. Soon George produced a bag of jelly babies from his jacket and popped a few in his mouth. He offered the bag to Ritchie, who gladly took a colorful handful.

"Hey Gear, can I have some?" Mo asked.

"Sure." He grabbed a handful and threw them in her direction.

"Oi! That's not what I meant, cuntwhore." Ritchie and George burst out laughing at Mo's insult as she picked jelly babies from her hair. "Well, gimmie one more puff and I better be off." Mo took a last drag and waved to her friends.

"Bye." They said at the same time, which made them giggle. Richard took a long puff and fiddled with George's hair.

"Hmmm. You smell nice Ritchie."

"Pfft, really?" George answered by turning to his side and nuzzling his face into Richard's stomach. He winced a bit as George's nose was poking his bruise, but quickly hid it with a shy smile. George wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist and inhaled his scent. They sat like that for a while, just sitting in their clouded thoughts. Ritchie's mind wandering to P-

"Ritchie? What the hell are you doing?!"
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A/N: Cliffhanger
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Oh it gets reel next chapter I'll tell ya 😏

I've only finnished the first day of highschool and I wanna stab a bitch with a rusty spork, so i'll update when I can. But school is a priority bc i do not wanna do summerschool again.

Night/Morning/Afternoon you crazy fucks!

-Moose xoxo