Imagine... The Beatles

With a Little Help from My Friends

Ringo Imagine :||

Ringo had invited you and the other lads over to his house. It was his turn to host. The Beatles are going to try and write a song or two. Why you where invited, you don't know. Ob La Di, Ob La Da, right?

When you got there, Ringo greeted you with a hug. "Hi Ringo!" you said, happily. Ringo had brown hair, kind of shaggy, a sort- of - big nose, and big ocean blue eyes. It had been 8 months since you last saw each other.

"Y/N! Come meet the other lads!" Ringo says, dragging you into the living room. Paul looked up first. He smiled, stood up, and hugged you as if you knew each other for years, not seconds. "Nice to meet you." Paul says, nodding.

John, just noticing you, gets up and pats Ringo's back. John whispers something in his ear, and then walks over to you. "Hello. I'm John Lennon. Ringo never shuts up about you! I mean, he talks about stuff when you where like, I don't know, 5?" John rambles.

You here footsteps coming from the... kitchen? And George walks out, a big pile of food and drinks in his arms. "Score!" George said. "George... Y/N is here. You look like an idiot." Ringo says.

"Oh! Shit!" George curses. He places the food on a chair. "Don't any of you touch this." George says. He walks over to you, and hugs you, like Paul. "Hi. I am George. You caught me in the middle of thieving food. But, it's worth it to meet such a lovely girl." George says.

You blush slightly. You caught Ringo doing a strange thing. Glaring. "Let's write a song!" Paul says, clearly annoyed.

"But, Y/N just got here. Let's at least have some fun." John says. Paul shakes his head. "Be serious about this! If we don't write songs, no Beatles!" Paul says. "Paul, listen to me. We can always write songs! Just forget about it!" John says.

"The Beatles, need to write songs. For OUR new album!" Paul says, standing up. "Just come socialize with Y/N for a bit. You need to get to know her." John says, about to snap. "Y/N, is a distraction." Paul says, pushing the limits for everyone.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." John says. You turn around. This is to much for you. "I'm just going to leave." you say. John whirls around to face Paul. "NOW look what you've done." John snarls.

Ringo grabs your arm. "Y/N, please. We haven't seen each other in months!" Ringo begs. "Ringo, as much as I would love to, Paul has a point." you say. "TOLD YOU!" Paul says, smirking.

Ringo slips his hands on your waist. And pulls you closer. "Ringo, what are you doing?" you ask. "This was all planned." Ringo says. "I got the lads here to help me tell you I love you. And I got nervous on the phone, and asked you to come here instead." Ringo confesses.

"Oh." is all you could say. Wait. Did he say he loved you? You have had the biggest crush on Ringo! "I love you too." you say. Ringo smiles, and slams his mouth on yours. Your arms wrap around his neck. "Excuse me, but.. WE ARE HERE!" John says. "We've noticed." you say.

"I get by with a little help from my friends." Ringo says. "Hell, yes, you do." George says. "Can we write a song now?" Paul says, smiling. And you all burst out laughing.