RINGO

"I can't take this, I just can't!"

I turned my head just as George walked into the diner. His hands were clenched in fists, and his body was tense. His face was contorted, brows furrowed and mouth taught. His rushed pace quickly led him to the table at which I was sitting, and he threw himself into the chair across from mine.

The place was empty except for the two of us, an old man sitting in the corner, and the bartender. The lights were dim, and the only sound was the clinking of glasses as the bartender placed them onto the shelves. Being an old, run-down diner, it usually housed few people, allowing for me and the lads to stay and drink here without being noticed by crazed fans.

I looked George up and down. His face was lowered, and his figure was slumped.

"Beer?" I offered, pushing my half-empty bottle to him. Without looking up, he waved it away.

"Every time I think of what could be happening between Pattie and Eric, I just, I want to...." He tensed up even more, his back contracting.

I haven't seen George this distraught since... ever. I straightened up, and leaned over the table towards him.

"And what's worse, is it's all bollocks. Pattie keeps telling me that. Eric would stop by, or send a letter, or write a bloody song, and she would push him away. She wouldn't let him get to her. She keeps telling me that she only loves me."

"That's good," I tried to reassure him. "Nothing's happening between them. Isn't that what you want?"

George turned his face off to the side. "But no matter how many times she says no, he keeps coming back." He bit his lip, staring at his hand. "How many more times until she gives in?"

The old bloke in the corner grunted, "Barman!", and raised his shaky hand. His bowler hat lied on the table in front of him, next to four empty glasses. The bartender walked over to him with another.

I placed my hand on George's shoulder. He didn't react to the gesture, but I left my hand where it was.

"George," I said. He stared away, his gaze becoming vacant. "Pattie is a strong woman. She said 'no' before, she will say 'no' again. She won't let you down."

George didn't look at me, but his gaze softened. "I love her," he whispered.

I sighed. "I know you do. She knows, too."

George finally looked at me. He looked better than he did before. He let out a weak smile.

"Thanks, Ritch," he said softly. "Sorry I freaked on you."

"No, no, George, it's alright," I said, acting chipper. "You're always such a stone-faced lad. Some sort of feeling was bound to come out."

George chuckled, running his hands through his hair. His eyes looked tired, as if he hadn't gotten sleep in a while.

"How about a smoke, George? You look like you might need it."

He shook his head. "No, I think I'll go home. Apologize to Pattie. She deserves that much." Slowly pushing himself out of his seat, he gave me a nod. "Thanks again," he said.

I tipped my bottle to him. "Good luck, mate."

He smiled, and turned to go. He passed the old man and the bartender, who were arguing. The bartender held a bill in his hand. George stopped, interrupting the two, and reached into his pocket. He placed some change onto the old man's table, and began to walk away.

"Thank you sir!" The old man yelled. "Thank you!"

George sent a wave as he walked out the door.

GEORGE

I got into the car. "Home, please," I told the chauffeur.

"Yes, sir," the man nodded, and began to drive.

I looked out the window, at all the buildings that sped by. Each building looked the same, brown and stocky. People walked around, wearing grey business suits and carrying suitcases. It depressed me, so I stared down at my hands.

"Something in the way she moves..." I mumbled, forming my fingers into the chords. "Attracts me like no other lover."

When we finally arrived, I thanked the chauffeur, and climbed out of the car.

Walking towards the door, I continued to sing. "Something in the way she knows... And all I have to do is think of her..."

I walked up the steps, and pulled out my key.

"Something in her style that shows me..."

I opened the door silently, and instantly heard the hum of music in the living room.

"I don't wanna leave her now...."

I walked towards the room, and the music grew louder. It was a rock song, with a great riff. I didn't recognize it.

"You know I believe..."

I turned into the room, and froze.

Pattie and Eric sat across from each other on the floor. My portable record player lied between them, and music belted out of it.

"Layla, got me on my knees, Layla, I'm begging darling, please."

Pattie looked at Eric, her face unreadable. Eric's back was to me.

"Layla, darling won't you ease my troubled mind."

I stood still, as the guitar riff pierced the air.

"Well," I finally said, and the two of them jumped. Pattie's face froze. Eric's was ten times worse. The song continued to play.

"George-" Pattie began to stand up.

"Get out, Eric," I said. My voice was level, which surprised me.

"George, please, hear me out-"

"No," I cut him off. "Get out. And take that bloody record with you."

Eric didn't object. He collected his things and rushed out of there. I followed him to the door.

He turned around. "I'm sorry, George-"

"Go."

Eric nodded curtly, and walked out the door.

I closed it softly, and walked to my room.

"George!" Pattie exclaimed.

I ignored her, and locked the door.

"You asking me, will my love grow... I don't know... I don't know."

{GUYS I POSTED SOMETHING

how is everyone doing? We haven't really talked :)

GUESS WHAT
I WENT TO A CONCERT, TO SEE THE KONGOS AND COLONY HOUSE AND SIR SLY
AND IT TURNS OUT THAT PAUL MCCARTNEY HAD A SECRET VALENTINES DAY SHOW IN THE SAME PLACE THE DAY BEFORE
I MISSED IT
IT LOOKED SO AMAZING
HE PROBABLY ISNT GONNA DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN
AAAARGH

Okay, I'm done raging now. But the show I went to see was awesome anyway.
Colony house signed a poster for me :)

PEACE AND LOVE L***}