𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎.

A/N: Please note that there's light smut.

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Paul fell asleep early on Saturday. While he was asleep, lots of things would go on.

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"Mum, I don't want to go to bed!"

"But Paulie, your mind needs to rest up so you can be very smart!"

"Ooookkk."

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George just ran off from home. He just had a terrible fight with his mum and dad, and it seemed like everyone was against him.

He didn't want to go to Paul or John, since they had no mums to argue with and that would make them sad and angry with him. He didn't know where his other friends lived, and he was too scared to stay out all night by himself in this pouring rain.

"Oh where am I gonna go?!" He wept as he hugged himself to stop shriving.

Then, he thought of Ringo. He knew where he lived, they walked home together yesterday after hanging out. He hoped he would be awake since it was ten.

He just needed someone.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ringo's half-asleep mother grumbled as she answered the door. George stood there, red-eyed and soaked.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you, but I need to talk to Ringo." He shook from cold as he spoke.

She raised her eyebrow, "Ringo?"

He blushed and spoke softer. "My apologies, ma'am, I meant Richard."

She seriously didn't want to let this boy in her house. She didn't know him, he showed up when it was dark and raining cats and dogs, he was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, and he called her son this stupid nickname.

But the mother in her wasn't going to leave this young-looking teenage boy in the rain.

"Alright. Come in, I don't want Richie in this weather." She moved so he could enter the hallway.

He stepped in and followed her into the kitchen. She stopped and wrapped a thin white towel around him. He thanked her after she gave him the directions to Ringo's room.

He walked up the stairs, then knocked on his door. Ringo answered almost immediately and was utterly shocked to see his friend shaking, wet, and crying.

"George! What happened?" He ushered him in and closed the door.

Once he was sitting on the springy bed, George gave in to weeping, "M-me mum yelled at me! I don't know why, but she did!"

"What happened before that?"

He thought, then said, "She found out that I didn't do good on my math test, and she blamed the band-"

"YOU'RE IN A BAND?!" George jumped, "THAT'S AWESOME!"

"Thanks, mate," that made him chuckle, "But yeah, she got to yelling about how it wasn't a good influence on me, then dad came out of nowhere and yelled at me too..."

Ringo sat next to him as his friend went on, "I was already bad at math before, y'know? It's not the band's fault. I just wish they would take some pressure off me. I try everything to make them happy yet I'm not enough. What am I doing wrong?!"