John's Pov:
I barely got rest that night, having a lot on my mind of what happened between Y/N and George. I couldn't believe she would commit the same act I had, cheating. It's Y/N, for Christ's sake. Why would she do this to me? Revenge, probably. If she had shared a kiss with Ritchie it wouldn't be as bad, but George, someone she had reciprocating feelings for at some point in time, it hurts more.
This morning I decided to stop by George's house and have a chat with him to see what his side of the story was on this. One thing I learned since becoming a Beatle is that there is always another side to any story, but there is always one right one. Brian taught me that with my song writing, but it also comes in handy for situations like these to see who is the real victim.
I pulled into his driveway, my thoughts having clouded my mind as I felt my face becoming hot with rage and my hands forming into fists. I rang the doorbell, and waited patiently for him to answer. Once he did, I came in and noticed Ringo, sitting at the kitchen table with a cuppa. I joined him, pouring myself some as well and putting a scone on my plate.
"Why are you here, Ringo?" I asked, sitting beside him and George followed me and sat across from the two of us.
"Just chatting." He replied, simply.
"I see," I trailed. "Ringo, I think you should leave." I told him, shortly.
"Why? Is everything alright?" Ringo asked.
"I don't know."
"John, I think I know why you're here. That's what George and I were talking about."
"Which is?" I asked, to make sure.
"Y/N cheated on you back." Ringo mumbled, but it was loud enough for me to make out.
"Yes, she did ..." I replied, solemnly.
"I'm sorry, mate. It was me who initiated the kiss and it didn't even mean anything to her." George chimed in.
"WHY WOULD YOU KISS HER?" I yelled, slamming my fists on the table, which shook along with our tea and scones. "SHE'S MY WIFE, NOT YOURS!" I added in anger.
"John, please hear me out -" George tried to speak, calmly.
"AFTER ALL THIS TIME, AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER AS FRIENDS, YOU HAVEN'T MOVED ON FROM HER! Why?" I continued to yell, now standing up from the table, letting my emotions take control of me. Ringo grabbed my shoulders, trying to sit me back down softly, but I wouldn't budge.
"HOW ABOUT AFTER EVERYTHING SHE WENT THROUGH!" George yelled, now standing up as well.
"THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
"YOU CHEATED FIRST!"
"I'M NOT UPSET AT THE FACT SHE KISSED SOMEONE ELSE, IT'S THE FACT IT WAS YOU!"
"THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" George repeated my question from before as I saw his face turn red, and the sweat dripping down the side of his head from the anger.
"You both had feelings for each other all those years ago ... your window to true love was right there! Why didn't you take it?" I asked, calming down more.
"Because she was in love with you the whole time ..." George answered, meekly.
...
"Georgie!" Y/N, age 16 called out to George, age 12.
"Y/N," George smiled at her. "What's up?" He asked, eagerly.
"I noticed your eyes on that girl down the hall - she's pretty!" Y/N winked at him.
"What girl?" George asked, genuinely confused.
"The pretty blond over there." She nudged her head at a young girl, to be about or the same age as George.
"Pattie Boyd? No way, she's too shy." He laughed.
"Huh, two peas in a pod, then." Y/N concluded.
"I promise you, Y/N, I don't like her."
"If you say so ..." She trailed off. "I should get going. See you around!" She smiled, and began to walk away.
"Wait!" George called after her.
"Yes?" She questioned.
"Who do you like?" His voice shook when he said those four words. Y/N walked closer to George, her face suddenly personally close to his. George gulped nervously as she looked deep in his eyes, her pupils dilating a great amount. She shifted her head close to his ear and whispered,
"John,"
And then walked away, leaving George in confusion, but also in extreme emotional pain. From this time, George had loved Y/N for two years and finally knowing the truth of how she felt back brought him sadness. He had no idea how he would move on, even though she was older. Y/N was just someone very special to him whom he really believed would never love anyone else the same. Sure, Pattie was cute in his eyes, but she was no match to Y/N, the love of his life.
...
George explained a day that happened years ago out on the common streets of Liverpool.
"When I got home that day, I wrote this song about her ..." George left Ringo and I to get his guitar in another room. Ringo had nothing to say and nor did I since the tension was high. George came back in what felt like a fortnight, as if he had his guitar ready to play a song for us. He strummed his guitar, making sure it was in tune.
"This is called Love of my Life" he told us awkwardly, and then began to sing,"Love of my life, you've hurt me -"
As George finished his song, I had no idea what to say. I almost felt sorry, but my pride and anger got in the way and I was still furious.
"You can't hurry love, George. You just have to wait. Love doesn't come easy. It's a game of give and take ... I'm sorry you lost, mate, but Y/N is mine." I said, leaving his house.
"John!" Ringo called out front the door, as I was about to get in my car. I looked at him, indicating I was listening. "George has more to say to you, apparently."
"If it's more of an explanation, tell him I've heard enough!" I replied.
"It's not." George chimed in, suddenly standing behind Ringo.
"What, then?" I asked, impatiently. I just wanted to go home and tell Y/N everything that happened this morning.
"Come back in." George said. I sighed, coming back into the house.
Once I entered, George slammed the door and locked it.
"Ringo, take a few steps back." George practically ordered. Ringo bowed his head and did as he said. I made eye contact with George, seeing fire in his eyes almost as equal as mine. Suddenly, George punched me, square in the face. "THAT WAS FOR Y/N!" George yelled in my face. "NOW, GET OUT!" He added. I looked at him, bewildered, underestimating he had this in him. I walked slowly to the door, and with a swift motion, turned around and punched George back, making his nose bleed to match mine.
"FOR KISSING HER!" I shouted. George punched again, and so did I. We continued to fight, creating bruises and blood marks on each other's bodies.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Ringo yelled, trying to get between us, which ended up him getting slapped in the face on accident. "ENOUGH!" Ringo yelled, his voice suddenly deeper and more serious. It was hardly recognizable, which definitely made George and I stop in shock, looking at him. "You're acting like f*cking ten-year-olds on the playground! Give each other space, and talk when you're ready and more calm. Violence is never the answer. Peace and love, guys!" Ringo told us. George and I looked at each other, making sure one of us wouldn't throw another punch. We both nodded at each other and I left at that moment.
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