George and Paul clambered into the car that was waiting for them, waving goodbye to Mal as he closed the door behind them and started walking away. The car started moving once the two men were settled in their seats and George watched the scenery outside of the vehicle blur.

"You sure you're alright pal?" Paul asked, concern beginning to show on his face.

"Well, I dunno. It's the ring y'know?" George replied.

"The ring...? Oh! The mood ring? What about it?"

"Okay, y'know how there are colours for each mood?" George sighed when Paul nodded in response. "Turquoise is for crushing, remember?"

"So? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, that's where the problem is." George squirmed in his seat, afraid to admit what was really going on. "I think...I think Ringo likes me. Not in the friendly way, in the uh...more than friendly way."

"Does he really? That's adorable! Do you feel the same or is this why it's a problem?"

"Yeah, I feel the same. I just dunno what to do, what if it was wrong? It got John's wrong so...could've happened to Rings." George hung his head in shame.

"Oi, what if I helped you? Y'know, to see if the ring was right?"

"Would you really?" George's head perked up immediately and a smile broke out onto his face. "Wait, what do you mean by help?"

"Y'know, flirt with you and stuff to see if he gets jealous. That sort of thing should work." Paul replied nonchalantly.

"What about John? Y'know what he's like when he gets jealous. I'd like to keep this pretty face mate."

"Relax, I'll tell him what's going on. Maybe he can help too...?"

"No, just you can help." George grimaced, knowing fully well what John was like and not trusting him with something like this in the slightest.

"Alright, alright. So, just follow my lead. Okay?" Paul asked as the car began to slow down, the familiar studio building coming into view and screams could be heard by the fans surrounding it.

George nodded, gripping the door handle and readying himself. Once the car has stopped he flung the door open and raced out towards the building, not stopping incase the screaming fans broke loose and tore him to shreds.

The two men sprinted towards a waving Brian, ducking their heads from the cameras flashing around them. They made it into the building and followed Brian to the studio, desperately trying to catch their breath.

"Alright boys?" Brian asked as Paul and George joined John and Ringo in the studio. "Does everyone know what we're working on today?"

"Ah! I know this one! Pick me Eppy, pick me!!" John jumped from his seat and waved his hand in the air frantically.

"Yes John?" Brian rolled his eyes as he played along. "What's the answer?"

"We're working on the album today, aren't we lads?" John turned around to the others and grinned as they nodded in response.

"Great! So all you get set up and I'll be back to take you to the party later. Please don't get your suits dirty, there's a chance you won't be able to change." Brian said as he walked over to the door of the studio. "And John? Please behave."

"Yeah yeah, sure. Whatever you say Eppy." John muttered, to which Brian smiled and walked out of the studio.

"Boys?" George Martin's voice summoned from the intercom. "Are you ready?"

"We're just going to get set up first and practice a couple times, that alright?" Paul asked, meeting eyes with George and winking.

"Course, that's fine. Let me know when you're all ready." George Martin replied, giving a thumbs up from inside the control room at the top of the studio.

Ringo looked over at George and smiled, seeing his face darken and feel his own heat up. I'm in too deep, he thought, he's just too adorable.

"Hey Georgie, want any help?" Paul wandered over to where George was sitting on his chair and put his hand on George's shoulder, rubbing it slightly.

George looked over at John and gulped, fearing for his life. This better work, he thought, I'd rather not end up hospitalised because of this. John's eyes bored back into his, flares of anger swirling inside them but his body language remained very calm.

Paul took a seat directly next to George and began to trail his finger over George's thigh. He looked over at Ringo, spotting his angry blush and dark blue ring, and smirked as his plan was working well.

"Paulie, a word? Outside? Now?" John grimaced at Paul's pathetic attempt at flirting with George.

"Sure thing." Paul stood up, only to be dragged outside of the studio and pushed against the wall.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You're mine, you got that? Mine." John growled before grabbing Paul's jacket and pulling him in for a bruising kiss.

"Jo-mmmmmm-hnny." Paul panted. "Let me explain, mmmm." Paul pushed John off of his lips and waited for John to calm down. "As much as I enjoyed that, you need to let me explain myself."

"Why the fuck where you flirting with George?" John demanded, anger present on his face.

"Okay, well. Y'know the mood ring?"

"Wha- oh, that mood ring."

*

"Wonder what they're doing out there." George sighed, eyes avoiding Ringo's at all cost.

"Probably fucking, you know what John's like when he's possessive." Ringo said coldly.

George's eyes flicked up to Ringo after hearing the tone of his voice and began to fill with concern. They made eye contact and George gave him a sad smile in response to Ringo's glassy eyes. Fuck, they both thought, what have I done?

*

"Promise me that before we go back in that I'm the only one you'll flirt with." John murmured in Paul's ear, mouth latching onto the bassist's neck.

"You're the only one I'll flirt with, John. Now get off-ahh 'cause we haven't got time for thi-" John's mouth left Paul's neck for a moment, interrupting him.

"It's not like we were going to record anyroad." John deadpanned before lowering his mouth back onto Paul's neck.

"Boys? What are you doing?" Brian's voice called down the corridor.

"Shit. Nothing Bri!" Paul called back as John jumped off of him in shock. "Just talking, that's all."

"Have you even recorded anything today?" Brian questioned once he had reached the other two men. "Don't tell me you haven't." The two men remained silent. "Well?"

"What? You said not to tell you if we haven't, so I'm not telling you." John challenged, smirking at Brian.

"Oh bloody hell boys! Get back in there with the other two!"

The three of them burst into the studio, completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere surrounding George and Ringo.

"Right, now I'm not happy that you haven't recorded but there's not a lot I can do about it. I've come to collect you for the party, sorry that there's not time to get changed. Same way of getting there as before." Brian sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll meet you there, be quick."

Brian turned on his heel and walked out of the studio, leaving the others to walk to their respective cars. Paul and George clambered into one, with John and Ringo in the other. The cars sped off, leaving the screaming fans behind.