Breakfast

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~Ringo's pov~

Last night was magical. And George's bed is very comfortable. Especially when I'm holding George. Anyway, he said that I could make myself breakfast, but I think I'll have him make it for me. I got my coat and shoes on and walked to the sandwich shop where George worked (if you didn't know that already) and walked in. "What are you doing here, Ringo?" George asked me. "I'm here for you to make me breakfast." I answered. "Let me guess, you want a breakfast sandwich." He said. "You guessed right. And I would like a cup of coffee, too." I said. "Ok, one breakfast sandwich and one cup of coffee coming up!" He said. He made my sandwich and cup of coffee and paid for it! Then I sat down and ate it. Then when I was done I threw away my trash, gave George a kiss, said bye, then left.

~George's pov~

Funny Ringo, having me make his breakfast. It was nice having him come like everyday. I can't wait until 2:00. Then I can go home. I'm thinking about writing a song with Ringo today. I watched the minutes tick by on the clock as nobody came in the shop. It's not a very busy shop. Reason being the bigger, busier one just up the street. So I sit here, behind the counter, reading magazines and daydreaming about my boyfriend. Then, I heard the church bells ring 14 times. It was 2:00. Time to go home. I put on my coat and grabbed my bag. Then I left. As I was walking home, I saw a fancy jewelry shop. Yesterday, I noticed how much Ringo likes rings. Probably why Ringo's his nickname. I went in the jewelry shop. It had a lot of sparkly jewelry. Then, I saw the perfect ring for him. It was sparkling silver. He would love it. So I took it up to the register. "That will be £50." Said the cashier. I pulled out my wallet. "So who's the lucky someone?" Asked the cashier. "Oh someone I love dearly." I answered. I handed him a £50 note. "Would you like this wrapped or in a box?" He asked. "A box, please." I said. He handed me the box with the ring in it. "Have a nice day." He said. "You too." I replied. I went home.

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