"Wha- What do you mean I'm playing Cleopatra?" Ringo stammered, blue eyes growing wide at the director.

"It's not like you don't have the body for it," John, who was currently laying down on the stage with his legs up against the wall, snickered at him. "I mean everyone knows you've got the best bum- aside from Mccharmly over there."

Ringo blushed. "I-"

"Look," Paul exasperated. "None of the girls want to be Cleopatra- as weird as that sounds- and none of the lads know how to act. No offense."

George shrugged. "None taken, Macca."

"Why don't you be Cleopatra instead, Paul?" Ringo asked, still weirded out with the fact that he had to wear a dress.

Paul placed his hands on his hips, giving him a look.

"I can't be both an actor and a director at the same time, can I?"

"Yeah," A cheshire grin lit up John's face. "Jus' take the role, Short-Stuff."

Ringo grumbled. "Don't call me that." He turned around. "What do you think, Geo?"

The scouse jumped, fingers stained with cheese powder and cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.

"Wha-?"

"Do you think I should take it? Also, don't talk with your mouth full, it's gross."

"Oh," George swallowed. "Yeah you should take it. Like Paul said it's not like there's alot of choices left."

Ringo faced Paul- who was currently wearig an "I told you so" expression.

"Ugh, alright I'll do it," Ringo defeatedly threw his hands in air. "But I don't want John peeping up my skirts."

He smirked. "Deal."

☝︎ ☞ ☟ ☜

S H A K E S P E A R E

In which four entirely different boys meet in drama class.

Or in which Ringo's too bubbly, John's too grumpy, George's too shy and Paul's a tad bit of an ass.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Heyyyy !!!!

This is gonna be one of my "comfort-fics" which isn't necessarily written to make votes but rather, for the fun of it. And I get to practice my multi-character writing !!!

I hope you guys enjoy this story !!!!