"Goddammit! I'm such a baby!" Paul muttered when he woke up in a wet bed at Ringo's house.
He had come to celebrate the holidays, and since hotels were expensive, he decided to just sleep in the guest room.
"What the frig am I supposed to do? As much as it hurts, I'll just face him and tell the truth. God! I am such a fucking baby!"
"Ritchie, um, can I, y'know, come in. I gotta tell you something."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, come in."
Blushing, he sat on the bed and spat it out.
"I piddled the bed. Pretty bad to."
"Haha! By the way you were blushing I wasn't expecting that! Macca, I still do that every now and then. Why do you think me bed is crinkly when we stay at a hotel? Besides, I don't think you used the loo before bed."
"You do?"
"Of course! I've got a weak bladder. I guess from my childhood. Don't tell anyone, please? It's kind of embarrassing. Other than Mum, you're the only one who knows."
"What do we do about the bed?"
"Let's see how bad it is."
"Paulie! Jeez! You were blushing about that? Christ, all we gotta do is take the sheets off and you're good to go. But, you'll have to share with me tonight. And, I'll get a pair of boxers for you. I've got fresh, don't worry."
"Okay, I appreciate that."
However, because he wouldn't have otherwise, Paul took a shower, for an actual hour.
"Paul, hurry up! I gotta pee!"
"God, Ritchie! I'll be out in a minute!"
"Paul! I really gotta go! Hurry! Please?!"
"Fine! I'm coming!"
"Thank you!" he groaned.
But, he didn't make it.
"Son of a bitch!"
"We'll, we're finally going back to sleep, Paulie."
"I'm sorry I took so long."
"Aw, it's fine!"
"Good night, Rings."
"Sleep tight."
