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"you're late."

george jumped, placing a hand on his chest.

"jesus christ, paul." he sighed. "you scared the shit outta me."

paul didn't look so happy.

"you're supposed to be back in the palace before the sun sets."

george shrugged. "i got carried away."

"what do you do there, george?" paul demanded. "what's so interesting about the beach and why do you keep going there?"

"nothing."

"george---"

"i like going there, okay?" he snapped. "it's quiet and it's nice and it relaxes me!"

"and that's the reason you go there every single day? to relax?"

"yes!" george replied. "now please excuse me."

paul stood in his way. "you aren't excused."

george shot him an annoyed look. "what twisted your knickers, paul? something bothering you?"

his face flushed in anger.

"something bothering me?!" he sputtered. "you're bothering me, george! you're coming there every single day at the exact time with a big fucking smile on your face! you come back to the palace with this- this love-struck silly expression on your face!"

"i'm not love-struck!" george cried.

"who the hell are you meeting there?" he yelled impatiently.

"no one!"

"bullshit!" paul spat. "i'm fucking worrying my ass off because my own brother is keeping secrets from me."

"you don't understand, paul!" george said, raising his voice now.

paul went silent.

george gulped. "paul---"

"you hate me that much, do you?"

george frowned. "no it's not that paul it's jus'... i-it's complicated..."

"oh."

george winced at how cold his tone was. "paul---"

"at least tell me about them. i have the right to know about the person meeting my brother everyday at the beach." paul crossed his arms over his chest.

"it's a bloke."

"oh."

"not like that! he's... h-he's jus' a friend!" george stumbled out.

"it's fine, geo. really." paul managed a small smile. "what's he like?"

he furrowed his thick eyebrows. "huh?"

paul rolled his eyes. "tanned skin? what district is he from?"

crap. george panicked. he think ringo's a sun!

"oh look at the time!" george swerved around him. "i need to get, uh, going, macca. nice talking with ya."

"george---"

he shut the door.

holy shit. that was close. george slid down the door. too close.

he gave a quick look to the nautilus resting atop his side table. without a doubt he was already thinking what thing he should show ringo tomorrow.

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comment what things you want george to show ringo :)
and vice versa ^~^