Sweet darling

~Chapter 1~

-PROLOGUE- (3rd person)
Ringo has been Aces best friends since Ace moved to there, so since middle school. Ringo, or Richie, recently has joined a band. The band is called 'The Beatles'. There was John, Paul, George, and, of course, Ringo. They practice every other day, seeing as how you all were in your senior year of high school. It was tough balancing school, the band, her own life, but she managed.

-PRESENT TIME-
"I thought it was just going to be us tonight," Ringo said sadly to me. "Well the others wanted to come, and itll be fun I promise!" I say to him, giving him a smile. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Ill get it," I say to Ringo. I swing open the door to see Paul and John waiting to be let in. "Hey guys, come in," I say the them. "Hi Ace," Paul said to me. "How are you dear," John said. "Im just fine, how about you lads?" I ask them. "We're great. You look good," Paul said, giving my hand a kiss. I look over at Ringo, who's reading a magazine from my table. "They're here dummy," I said to him. "Hey, wheres George?" I ask the boys. "Ace...he didn't make it, he was in a car crash," John said to you. You went silent and saw Paul trying not to laugh. Before you could say anything, there was a knock on the door. "George!" I scream to him, bringing him into a hug. He, understandably, was confused by the gesture. "Uhm.. good to see you too?" George said, and the boys were losing it in the other room. "Why would say he was dead, you assholes!" I say, hitting them both in the back of the head. I looked at Ringo, who was just looking into the distance. I pat his head, making him shoot up. He turned to look at me, and gave me a soft smile, as if to say 'im good'.

"What do you lads wanna do?" You say, sitting between George and Ringo. "Other than you? I dont know maybe watch a movie or play a game," George said, patting my thigh. "You're disgusting, Harrison," I said to him, laughing a little. It was silent for a few moments, with everyone exchanging glances. "Tea?" I asked them, getting up. "Always," Paul said "Same here," John says. George nods at you. "What about you Richie?" I say, walking into the kitchen. It was silent. "Richie?" I asked him again. I walked over to see Ringo searching through my album collection. "I asked you if you wanted tea," I say to him. "Oh, of course love," he said to me. I walked over the kitchen to make tea, and heard Elvis's song, 'Cant Help Falling In Love'. Its my favorite song by Elvis. I started singing along. "Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I cant help falling in love with you". I hand the boys there tea and see them all staring at each other. "What?" I ask. They all just kept looking at me and then each other. "You guys are so weird," I muttered under my breathe. "I never knew you for a singer," John finally said, breaking the awkward silence. "Yeah, I actually love singing, I just dont do it that much," I said to him. "Youre pretty damn good at it love," George said to you. "Thanks," I said. It was weird hearing people say this to me. I look over and see Ringo drumming on his thigh. I quickly took his hand and ran to were my record player was. When he tried, Ringo could dance. And a lot better than the others. I started dramatically singing with the song. "Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it seems,".

Paul lifted the needle from my record player. "Hey!" I yell at him. He ran off. "Get back here McCartney!" I exclaim, tackling him. I fell on Paul, laughing so hard I started snorting, which only made us laugh harder. Ringo walked up to me and helped me up. "Get up Paul," he said to him. "Wow, so you help your girlfriend up, but not me. Im hurt," Paul said, holding his heart. "Shes not my girlfriend," Ringo said, turning a warm shade of pink. "Not yet at least!" I howled, which made Richie turn a deep shade of red. "Im just kidding," I say to Ringo. He seemed off today. Maybe it was because I invited the boys. I mustve been lost in thought because I felt Lennon tap your shoulder. "You in there?" "Yeah," I said to him. "She was probably thinking Ringo," George yelled, making kissing noises. "Ew, no!" I yell back at him. "Oh, Ringo!" George moaned. "Stop it!" I say, punching him. "That bloody hurt," he yelped. "It was supposed to," I say to him, taking the tea washing the cups. I thought about what George said. I mean, if we've been friends for this long, maybe we would be a good coup-. My train of thought stopped as I heard the telephone ring. "Hello?" I ask. "Hi Ace, I need to tell you something important," I heard a voice on the other line say. It was my Aunt. "Yeah. What is it?" I asked her. "Grandma Meredith..shes been sick for a while now," your aunt says tearing up. "And she unfortunately is no longer with us," she says. "Oh.." I say. I also started tearing up. My grandma basically raised me. She was the best. I heard my Aunt hang up. I walked into the room, now with tears streaming down my face. Ringo was the first one to notice. I watched as he got up. I look deep into eyes. They were like the sea. And i could look at them for hours. I began crying into his chest. Richie sat down and I fell into his lap. I could feel the others eye on me.

Ringo was rocking me back and forth like a baby, and petting my head. I felt safe in his touch. I finally cooled down enough to speak. "Richard," I say to him. He was surprised that I used his real name, and I was too. "My grandma..passed away," I whispered to him. He looked at me with sad eyes. "Im so sorry," he said, kissing the top of my head. "Is this a bad time," John said, looking concerned. "No, its fine. My grandma just passed away," you say, looking at the floor. "Do you want to be alone?," Paul asked. I shook my head. I hated being alone and I knew that Ringo would call me every five minutes to make sure I was ok. "Who wants to play a game?" George said, breaking the silence. Although I was crying, I couldn't ruin tonight for the boys. "Who doesn't want to play a game, is the real question," I say sarcastically. I didn't want my mood to ruin the night. "What game?" Ringo asks. "Spin the bottle," George says. I looked at Ringo who was already looking at me. "Why the hell not?" I say. "Drinks?" I ask everyone. "Aren't we a little young for that?" Ringo asked. "And aren't you a little old for playing on a drum set. Its for kids," I say, getting shot glasses. I felt Ringo get quiet. "Im kidding drummer boy," I reassured him. The boys chuckled at each other. "Whiskey?" Ringo asked, putting his head on my shoulder. "Want some or not?" I ask him. He violently shook his head. "Make sure they get home safe then," I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now, you're gonna tell me that isn't a couple?" Paul said. "Of course not," I smiled widely at him.

We all have two shots (except of course Ringo) and then start playing. "Whos going first?" John asked? "You lad," George said, smirking. John spins it and it lands on Paul. "Damnit," John said. I patted Pauls shoulder. "Give him a big, juicy, kiss," I mock. Paul and John peck each other. "Ew!" They both scream. You all laughed so hard, you started snorting again. "Your turn McCartney," I say to him. He gives the bottle a good spin and it lands on you. "Well what do ya know," John said. "Ugh, do I have to?" you say jokingly. "Come here," Paul said. You gave him a soft kiss. "Woah," he said, smiling. "Ew, stop smiling like that," I say, laughing at him. I look over at Ringo whos playing with my carpet. "My turn!" I say, excited. Ringos head shot up. You gave the bottle a good jerk and it started spinning. "As long as is it isn't Ringo, ill be fine," you said. It started slowing down. George. Im ok with that. "Fuck yeah!" George said. I rolled my eyes and made my way towards him. He pressed him lips on my, and hes surprisingly a good kisser. I slowly started to kiss him deeper. "Yeah! Get it Geo," John yelled. George pulled at my bottom lip. I pulled away from him before anything else could happen. I looked at him to see him smirking at me. I just laugh it off. "Where did Ringo go?" I ask them, as George grabbed the bottle. "Pretty sure he went to the bathroom," Paul said. I walk to the bathroom and knock on the door. "Rings?" I say. No answer. "You in there drummer boy?" "Yeah, im almost done," he said. I sighed in relief. I though he was mad. "Hurry up," I say to him. "Why? So you can tongue George again?" Ringo said. "Whats wrong?" I ask him. "Nothing." he says. I knew he was lying. "Tell mee," I say, in a nagging him. "Im fine," he says. I grab his hand. "You know you can tell me anything," I say, leaning on him. "I-" "Guys I found them" John said, cutting off Ringo. You realized you guys were still holding hands so you let go. "Its getting late, I think its time for you guys to get going soon." I say to them. "But first, let Ringo spin the bottle," Paul said. I hesitated for a bit. "Fine," I say. "That ok with you?" I ask him, and he shakes his head. You all sit in a circle again. Ringo spins the bottle. "You have really veiny hands," I point out. "Thanks?" Ringo said, confused if that was a compliment or not. "Let me see your other one," you say, grabbing his hand. I glance over at the bottle and see it landed on me. "Oh, for fucks sake!" I yell. "Language," Ringo said, pointing at me. "Come 'ere you cheeky bastard," I whisper, getting close to his face. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine. I stayed there for a few moments, taking in every second of the kiss. He slowly pulled away from the kiss. Should I kiss him again? "OK THATS IT BYE," Ringo awkward said as he left. I looked out my window to see him get into the car. "Aww how cute, you're blushing," Paul mocked. "Shut up!" There was a pause. "We better get going, see you later, love," George says, walking over to me. "Bye," I said, as I hugged him.