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"How's the play, Paul?" Brian asked, strolling over through the boxed equipment Stu had insisted they needed.

"Uh, pretty great I guess. Though there is one little problem–"

"What?" John called out. "Your dick?"

He flushed. "John! As I was saying, Ringo's playing Cleopatra and—"

"Cleopatra? I honestly thought Ms. Boyd would want the role?"

"Cleo's a bit... slutty for the girls. They don't really feel comfortable."

John snorted. "Slutty is an understatement, Eppy. She slept with her own bro—"

"John!" Ringo yelped. "This is my role we're talking about!"

"She d-didn't really s-sleep with him," George broke in. "B-But she was sort of a seductress." He suddenly felt all eyes on him. "Um, I-I meant..."

"Wait," John's face brightened. "Didn't Julius and Cleopatra had se—"

"No!"

"A-Actually..."

"You're not helping, G." Ringo groaned.

"But we're gonna have a kissing scene right, Macca?"

Said director flipped through the script before giving Ringo a pitying look. "Yeah. You do. Um, Eppy, as I was saying..."

"Is Cyn alright with that?" Ringo panicked, finding the fact that John was going closer and closer really embarrasing. "Cyn?"

The blonde shrugged, picking loose threads of her sweater. "What John'll do he has done already to half of the campus."

Maureen crinkled her nose. "Why the hell are you still with this guy, Cyn?" She whispered, eyebrows furrowed.

A sheepish expression formed in her face. "I don't really know, Mo. It's complicated."

"Hey," She smiled. "Jane and I are going over to Ringo's house tomorrow. Gal pals thing."

"I heard that!"

Cynthia laughed softly. "Sure. We are going to be his servants, anyways."

"We aren't really going to kiss, right?" Ringo fretted. "Because I'd rather give Maureen's worn- out poster of Luke Hemmings a mouth-to-mouth than John's own trap."

Maureen blushed. "I-I don't like that band, what are you talking about?"

"Excuse you, I am a wonderful kisser. Right, Astrid?"

Stu huffed. "John—"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

Maureen rolled her eyes. "You're such a fuckboy, John."

Pattie sauntered over to George, asking which one of the fabrics in her hands look best on her.

"Y-You'll look great on the left one," Realizing what he just said, George blurted: "I-I mean.."

"Yeah," Pattie giggled. "You're really cute, y'know."

George's cheeks went hot. "T-Thanks, Pattie."

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"Can I move now?" Ringo whined, face feeling heavy from all the makeup his so-proclaimed *gal pals* caked on him.

"Oh my gosh," Pattie said, a huge smile forming in her pouty lips. "You look *fabulous*!"

"Er, thanks?"

Maureen smirked. "Of course he looks fabulous. I mean, I pretty much did seventy-five percent of the work."

"Hey," Cynthia nudged her. "Jane did the cat eye, and it was *my* eyeliner you guys used."

As the girls chatted about what sort of dress Ringo should wear – Pattie suggesting it would be an off-shoulder one and Jane saying otherwise – the blue-eyes boy scooted towards the mirror. He jumped at the reflection, eyes going wide as plates at the boy, er, girl, in front of him. Ringo bit his lip, unease twisting his insides.

"Hey Princess, I saw the girls herd over to the bathroom so I figured— woah, hey, you alright?"

"Y-Yeah," Ringo stumbled out, looking up to see a pair of (concerned?) brown eyes that belonged to no one else but Julius Caesar. "I mean, I-I don't look like a clown so I got that going for me."

"Trust me, you look great." The two boys exchanged wide-eyed looks. "Fuck, uh, I mean you look like a really convincing girl." He finished lamely, looking away.

Too convincing, John added mentally, taking a quick glance at the shorter boy and immediately regretting it.

The shorter boy, however, was busy texting his mum about the whole *I'm playing Cleopatra*, to which the older woman replied with a *K*, to notice John's uncharacteristic awkwardness.

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"Does – D-Does anyone have a cig?" George asked, fingers fumbling with his *Less Animals* sweater.

"Wait, wait, wait, you smoke?" Paul frowned. "That's bad for your lungs, y'know."

"Y-Yeah but —"

John rolled his eyes. "Everyone who smokes knows that, Macca. Come on, I'll smoke with you kid." He slung an arm around around George's bony shoulders, dismissing Paul's glare. "Eppy! Bathroom break!"

"T-Thanks," George uttered, taking the stick from the older boy.

"Don't mention it." He shrugged. "Not to be rude, but, are you shy- like really shy or legitimately have anxiety?"

George puffed on the cigarette, eyelids, shoulders falling. "I-I don't, y'know, g-get to socia- talk to p-people a lot. I-It's really ironic, y'know, because I-I've been in more countries than you guys get to be i-in. N-Not that I-I'm bragging," He rambled the last part, nose scrunched up. "Y-You'd think I-I'm multilingual or something..."

"Are you?"

George shook his head. "I-I only learned Italian, a-and basic French. N-Nothing like my siblings."

"French, huh?" John echoed. "You should use 'em on Pattie."

"Y-You'd think so?" He laughed, pink dusting his cheeks.

"I know so." John smirked. "If there's anything I know a lot of, it's girls and rock and roll."

"Y'know I, I really l-like Pattie."

"Everyone knows that, G. But, ey, you got this already. The girl's giving you heart eyes already!"

George's brown eyes shined with hope. "Really?"

"Really. You got this."

George smiled. "You know, I-I sorta mistook you for- For a-"

"Dick?"

"Yeah," George said sheepishly. "S-Sorry."

John shrugged. "Been called worse by my aunt. Anyways, we should go back. Paula might be throwing a fit, lead role after all."

George stubbed the ciggie with the heel of his converse shoes, hoping he didn't reek much of tobacco; his mum didn't need to find out one of his vices.

"Hey, uh, John?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks."

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"Hey, uh, Geo?"

The dark-haired boy raised his head, lips curling into that warm, boyish smile Paul had missed so much.

"H-Hi Paulie."

"I was wondering if, you- you wanted to- y'know, hangout in the park later? I know it sounds sorta lame but-

"I-I'd love to."

Paul's heart swelled up in his chest. "Really?"

"Y-Yeah, as long as you treat me i-ice cream later." George teased.

Paul grinned. "Sure. It was always me buying you food, anyways."