Alive | Starrison [✔️]

41

"I spy with my little eyes..." Ringo pursed his lips. "Something colorful."

George chuckled. "Easy. The flowers."

Ringo pouted. "How did you know?"

"You were staring at it, Rings."

"Fine." He humphed. "Your turn."

George licked his lips. "Let's see..." He smirked and closed his eyes, making Ringo frown.

"Cheat," He muttered, making George grin.

"I spy with my little eyes..." Ringo watched as his eyelashes fluttered on top of his cheekbones. "Something beautiful. Something pretty. Utterly breathtaking."

Ringo crinkled up his nose. "The flowers?"

He grinned. "Nope."

Ringo sat up. "The night sky? The stars are breathtaking tonight."

George pretended to think. He propped himself up on an elbow. "Hmm... Nope."

"The park?"

"Nope."

"The scenery?"

"Nope."

Ringo threw his hands in the air. "I give up."

George chuckled. "Do you want to know the answer?" He leaned in. "It's you." He whispered, his nose bumping Ringo's big one.

He widened his eyes. A lovely, red blush spread across his cheeks. George heard his heart skip a bit.

Ringo bit his lip, trying to prevent the goofy, idiotic smile that was about to form in his lips.

"Shut up George."