the beatles imagines

il mio ragazzo (my boyfriend) (ringo)

he was dating that raven haired girl, mary 'maureen' cox. she was beautiful, like absolutely stunning! and obviously you were jealous of her inherited looks, but you knew deep down ringo had eyes for you too, or so you hoped.

"hey (y/n)!" maureen smiled, sipping her wine. you glanced over at the seventeen year old girl, who accompanied you at the bar before smiling back,

"hi mary."

"how many times do i have to tell you (y/n), call me maureen. it's prettier than ma-ry." she purposely broke up her name as she fake gagged.

you rolled your eyes chuckling a bit, "because mary is your name." you giggled when you winked, "maureen."

she blushed a bit, "yay!"

suddenly, ringo joined the two of you when your heart began to flutter. his big boisterous blue eyes met (y/e/c) eyes as you gulped, "hi richard."

"hey (y/n)!" he waved, kissing maureen softly,

"hey beautiful."

"hey baby." she blushed, kissing him back.

**
as the day went along, the three of you guys ate some food, caught up, and danced a bit before it was time to disperse. you said your goodbyes and headed home for the night.

when you walked inside you heard your mom, "(y/n)? that you?" she asked as you walked into the kitchen.

"yes mom. what are you doing?"

"duolingo! i'm learning italian! i'm in the ruby league! it's intense!" she smiled, "how was mary's?"

"mom, she likes to be called maureen and it was fine."

"well maureen sounds like a hooker's name. mary is so sophisticated sounding, she should be thankful her name's mary and not something whoreish like melissa." she glanced at you while you raised your eyebrows,

"mom... your name is melissa."

it was here she looked at you with a wink, "exactly."

"ugh gross mom! i'm going upstairs." you gagged as she laughed.

***
the next day at school maureen was nowhere to be found. she apparently was sick and stayed home. however, ringo was there, so that was a plus.

you were at your locker when he approached, "hey (y/n), are you busy?"

"oh hey rings! no not at all," you joked gesturing towards your locker, "sorry sometimes my sarcasm is a huge pain in the ass." you giggled.

"i think it's sexy." ringo stated with a wink.

you furrowed your brows together, confused, "i'm sorry what?"

"you heard me, (y/n), it's sexy." he responded again as he leaned in kissing you gently.

"mmm il mio ragazzo. i want you to be my boyfriend." you whispered as he kissed you a bit harder.

"what?" ringo asked as you shot your eyes opened,

"oh shit! sorry nothing!" your face flushed a deep dark red as you realized you had been daydreaming.

"you know i'm with maureen, (y/n). i can't be your boyfriend, that wouldn't be fair to her." he replied, patting your shoulder.

"i've noticed." you nodded gently.

"but like if we ever break up, sure." he smiled.

"noted." you responded, slamming your locker closed as you ran off to class, leaving a very confused ringo behind.