Illegal Love - McLennon and Starrison

Revolution

"Congratulations, you two!" Paul let out a giggle, peering over John's shoulders as he read the news (oh boy). "How are you planning on getting married?"

"We haven't decided, but there's probably someone out there willing to do it for money. There's another thing, too. We're telling them."

John just so happened to be drinking his tea at that moment, and did a perfect spit-take. "Excuse me?!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Paul asked nervously. "What if they suspect me and John, too? What if there is more record burning? Death threats? Vandalism? Arson? Castrat -"

"We get it!" Ringo bit his lip to contain his laughter. "We'll get through it like we always do, won't we?"

"We sure will, Ringsy. Then we'll get married, move into a nice house, and have a few kids."

"Barf. Don't come to me for child support." John tried to ease the tension with a joke, but it didn't do much.

"Are you guys sure about this? Once you start, there's no going back." Paul gripped the table so hard his knuckles turned white.

"We've made our decision, now we just need to find the right opportunity to announce it. Before you ask, we aren't going to do 'lovey things' or whatever in public, the law says only in the safety of our homes. Shall we call a press conference? I'm sure they'll be glad to hear from us again."

"Fine, fine. Now let's try and not have this screw over our friendship, yeah? It sounds corny, but you never know." John almost winced at his words.

"It won't, will it? We're stronger than that." George placed his hand on top of Ringo's. "Besides, there's a handful of people out there that would accept us. You lads coming with us?" He opened the door.

"Coming with you where?"

"The park, it's a lovely day to - shit!" A flashbulb went off in Ringo's face, causing him to rub his eyes. "Godda -"

"How is Mr. Epstein's death affecting you, Paul?"

Paul snarled, pushing the reporter away. "No comment from any of us."

"I'm next, I know it," John whispered. "I don't want to die at the age of forty."

"What the hell?!" George pulled him back. "Okay, disregard that! Uh, we have some news for everyone, can we talk at the studio in about an hour?" Ringo nodded, throwing in his puppydog eyes.

"Erm, alright. Let's go, everyone." A bunch of fans groaned in disappointment and continued to stick around for the next sixty minutes.

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"I can't believe we're doing this," George whispered as they got to the studio. "We'll have to do it outside, there's too many people."

"You have some special news for us?!" a girl squealed. "Were you thinking of finally having my babies?"

"Um, not quite. Me and Ringo are engaged." Some sighed in disappointment, others started bawling their eyes out.

"Congratulations! Who are the lucky ladies, then? Have we met them before?" The reporter handed the microphone to George, who quickly passed it to Ringo with trembling hands.

"Yeah, you know them well. See, me and George are engaged to each other."

Nothing had ever sounded so silent.

"Oh, is it April Fool's Day already?" the reporter asked. "I'm not good keeping up with dates and all."

"No sir, it isn't," John sighed deeply. "They're telling the truth."

George nodded, grasping Ringo's hand tightly. "You heard it here first, folks. I love me Richie."

"And I love me Georgie." Time slowed down as they shared their first kiss out in public. There were gasps, screaming, cursing, cheering, and the sound of people fainting on the pavement.

"Wha - buh - buh - buh - huh?!" the reporter stuttered. The four of them smirked.

"Oh yeah, you know that Sexual Offenses Act? We'd like to say something in its honor of being passed. John?"

"Fuck the police!" John shouted, giving them the double finger.