"i could give you dozens more shells, if you like." ringo offered, finger tracing the sand. half of his body was on the sand and half was submerged in water. he still hadn't let go of george's hand.

"i-if you don't mind." george smiled. "want to hear me play again?"

ringo beamed happily. "yes!"

their hands disconnected.

george moved closer to him, lifting the guitar up to his lap. ringo watched eagerly as he tuned it.

"well i'm the shiek of a-ra-by," george sang. "your love---" he looked at him at that. "be-longs to me!"

ringo smiled, resting his cheek on his hand.

"well at night! where you're asleep--- " george looked at him, grinning. "into your tent, i'll creep." he sang deeply, making ringo giggle.

"the stars, that shines above." he gestured to the blue-orange sky above them. some of the twinkling lights had appeared on the blue sky above them. "will light, our way to love!" ringo smiled goofily at him. george smiled back.

"and you'll rule, this world with me-e-e! i'm the sheik of a-ra-by! well i'm the sheik of araby! well i'm the shiek of araby---yeah!"

"bravo!" ringo giggled, clapping his hands. "you should sing more, george!"

"really?" george asked, smiling embarrasingly at him. "i... no-one told me that before,"

"well," ringo began. "i'm glad you know now, georgie." he blushed. "c-can i call you georgie?"

"can i call you ritchie?" george teased.

ringo grinned. "yeah, sure."

their hands went back to each other, fingers folding back comfortably against the other.

ringo never wanted to let go.

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