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❝𝕳𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍,❞

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| January 1st, 1965 |

Ringo's POV

Ringo watched in surprise and amazement at the events that unfolded in front of him. He was currently hiding behind the couch and he saw what happened between John and his best friend. Charlotte had already run upstairs and he saw John lash out in anger, punching the wall. Ringo remained silent, not wanting to get caught or else he'd end up black and blue. So he waited until John stomped up the stairs and slam the door to his bedroom to come out of hiding and sort through the thoughts in his head. 'Was John forcing her to have sex with him behind George?' Ringo thought. 'This isn't something he'd do... or is it?'. Should he tell George? Should he tell anybody?

Just then, Paul casually strolled down the stairs, tying his tie around his neck. He saw Ringo out of the corner of his eyes and made his way over to him, sitting next to him on the couch.

"What's on yer mind?" Paul adjusted his collar.

"Well," Ringo pondered whether he should inform Paul or not, but eventually he decided to. "well John and Carlotta have somethin' going on,"

The bassist stopped moving and jolted his head towards the drummer, widening his eyes slightly. "They do?"

"Yeah, I don't know the whole story so don't assume anything but I think they made a deal between each other—probably to keep a secret— in exchange for sex. But Charlotte doesn't wanna do it because she's with George, but John wants to and is probably threatening to tell George the secret if she doesn't have sex with him," He explained the situation the way he thought was happening.

Paul put his hand on his chin thoughtfully, thinking about the situation.

"I also have this cute picture," Ringo pulled out a photograph from his inner coat pocket.

It was a picture of Charlotte and John cuddling together on the couch underneath the blanket, he must have taken the picture.

"Should we tell George what's going on?" He stared at the picture in Ringo's hands. "Was John drunk last night?"

"I'm not sure, maybe we should just stay out of it, it's between the three of them. And yes, he was, as was I and Maureen," Ringo shoved the photo back into his pocket.

"That sounds like a plan, because if we tell George about it, then John and George will fall apart, but if we confront John— That's what we should do! We should pull John to the side and tell him what we know, and then threaten to tell George what's going on if he doesn't stop," Paul smiled, a nonexistent light bulb went off in his head.

The drummer nodded in agreement and they devised their plan quickly before anyone else woke up. When they finished, George had just meandered down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hey, Geo," Ringo smiled and stared at him for a bit too long, causing George to look at him suspectingly.

"Stop, yer being to obvious," Paul whispered and elbowed him in the ribs lightly. "Mornin' Geo,"

"Hey," George greeted, pouring himself a cup of tea. "where's, Lotti? She wasn't with me last night,"

"I dunno," Ringo shrugged. "Must've went on a walk or somethin',"

"But she didn't come back," He set his cup down and began pacing around the kitchen. "What if somethin' happened to her? Oh no oh no oh no,"

"Now now, Georgie, I'm sure she's somewhere around this grand house," Paul reassured the troubled man.