My Princess (Starrison)

Getting the coffee

~Ringo's pov~

I sat at a table in the café. It was bloody cold outside. I was looking at all the things on the menu while waiting for George. It was 2:01 and George just got off of work. He should be there any minute. The sandwich shop was just up the street. I got lost in my daydreams when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and it was George. "Hi George!" I said to him. "Hello, Ringo!" He said as he sat down and took off his coat. "So what are you going to get?" He asked me. "I'm going to get a vanilla latte." I answered. "That sounds good. I think I'll get one too." He replied. The waitress came over. "We'll have 2 vanilla lattes, please." George told the waitress. "Ok, 2 vanilla lattes, coming up!" Said the waitress. She went back into the kitchen. "Do you think that you would want to go to my house after this?" George asked me. Holy shit. Did George really ask me to go to his house? "I would love to." I answered. Then the waitress came back with our lattes. "Enjoy! And here's the bill." She left the bill on our table. We both took a sip of our lattes. "How's yours?" I asked George. "Tastes like a vanilla latte." He answered. "Well at least it doesn't taste like a caramel one!" I said, giggling. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He said, chuckling.

~George's pov~

This coffee "date" with Ringo is going well. I invited him to come to my house after and he said yes! I'm both excited and nervous at the same time. I think that I'll tell him how I feel when we get to my house. He's so damn cute. His blue eyes are everything. The way they sparkle when he looks at me. We finished our lattes and threw away the cups. I paid for our drinks. We put on our coats and walked out the door. Then we sat on the bench outside and smoked cigarettes. Then I led the way to my house. We got to my front door. "The outside of your house is so pretty." He said. "Thanks. I try to keep up with it." I replied. I unlocked and opened my door. I held it open for him. He walked inside. I closed the door. "Have a seat." I told him while motioning to the couch. We sat down. "The inside is even better." He said. "I try to keep up with it, too." I replied. "But the reason I wanted you to come to my house was because I have something to tell you." I said to him. "What is it?" He asked. "Um, I-I like you..." I sputtered out. He was silent for a moment. I was worried that I had ruined our new friendship. Then he said something. "I like you too." He responded. I really thought that he would reject me. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I asked him. "Of course!" He said. Then I gently pulled his face towards mine. Then we kissed.