wOw i haven't updated in what?? seven hundred and sixty four years????

I'm planning to do a comment quota every chapter

TEN COMMENTS, and I'll update on Friday !!! Along with the Fifty Shades Of George one !!!

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Pieces-Of-Love: lenny? u there?

Imag1ne_Lennon: how many more nicknames are you going to make

Pieces-Of-Love: goodmorning to you too :))

Pieces-Of-Love: ok um ive got your key and your pick

Imag1ne_Lennon: oh thank god

Pieces-Of-Love: your place or mine?

Imag1ne_Lennon: mine, maybe? ;)

Pieces-Of-Love: goddangit johnny im serious

Imag1ne_Lennon: so am i, cutiepie

Imag1ne_Lennon: hey that rhymes!!

Pieces-Of-Love: so much for serious (-.-)

Pieces-Of-Love: 108?

Imag1ne_Lennon: yep :)))

Pieces-Of-Love: ok i'll be there once nala finally lets go of my foot

Imag1ne_Lennon: see you there~

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John felt nervous. Why? Because he was meeting this really cute (sadly straight) bloke he found on a shitty messaging app with a cat (who stole his shit, by the way) and the fact that they were going to meet physically and not like a video call made him anxious as fuck.

George, being the helpful bandmate-best mate that he is, threw a crumpled paper ball containing 'YOU LOOK FINE!!!' before going back to sleeping on the couch unperturbed.

Goddamit, he was so smug and all LGBT-fact knowing in the chat and now he was a nervous wreck. Way to go for first impressions. Usually he would be all so cool around both genders (or, in this case, all genders) but something about Ringo and his sweet and friendly demeanor made him feel the whole zoo in his stomach.

Knocks echoed around the small flat and John prayed that he didn't look like total shit. The door opened, revealing said cutie from the messenger app--- holy hell was that an Adventure Time sweater?

"Nice sweater." He blurted out, about to blush hard in embarrasment until he heard a soft laugh slip out from those full lips he'd been crushing on the past few days.

"Thanks Winnie." Ringo grinned, and he never thought that a silly nickname like that would come out so cute from him. "Oh and here," He fished out from his Jake The Dog jacket for John's key and guitar pick.

"So, um, I'll see you around?" John wanted to die from how awkward this all was.

"Sure! I-I mean," He watched the smaller bite his lip. "Yeah, gear."

"I mean if you want," John began. "We could go for some coffee?"

"Oh, um," He chewed on his lip, and the way he was acting made John question the whole "I'm totally straight" factor. "Sure."

"That's alright I— wait what?"

Ringo chuckled. "I said sure, you dork."

"Great!" A big, goofy grin made it's way to John's lips. "I'll just get my wallet— my treat by the way."

"Wha– No, I can pay for mine," A blush the color of his sweater (which was Princess Bubblegum anyways, and John was seriously rethinking the whole "straight as a ruler" thing again) rose up his neck.

A small mew brought the two's attention, and a white, rather fat cat was currently scratching Ringo's leg.

"Nala!" He bent down— much to John's delight— and lifted the feline up with a huff. "Figures, she'd be able to escape the flat."

"So she's the thief who's been stealing all my crap," John extended a finger, and Ringo was about to warn the taller about Nala's whole "biting" habit until she purred instead.

"Curioser, curiouser," Ringo mumbled, and John wondered how many Disney movies the boy had watched in his entire lifetime. "She mostly bites strangers."

"Well you can say I'm..."

"If that's a pussy joke, I swear to god, Winston I'll—"

"You'll what, Richard?" John teased, bringing his face slightly closer to Ringo's.

"I— Hush it," He mumbled, a small smile tugging his lips. "So, wallet?"

"Oh fuck, right,"

Ringo giggled, and John's heart skipped a beat.

God, he really was crushing on him was he?