Alive | Starrison [✔️]

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Ringo reached out for him.

"Don't worry!" He called out from the foot of the tree. "I'll catch you!"

If possible, George gripped the branch tighter. He felt ridiculous. He was a vampire! He shouldn't be afraid of heights.

Even as a child, George absolutely hated heights.

"I-I'm trusting you on this, Rings!" He yelled, relaxing his grip on the poor branch. A large handprint was left on the wood.

He let go.

"Oof!" Ringo grunted, stumbling backwards. George's eyes were shut tight, arms around his neck. "See? I caught you."

"Y-Yeah.." He mumbled, eyes opening. "Shit, that was terrifying!"

Ringo rolled his eyes. "Told you I'd catch you." He said as he let him down.

"Well, what are you expecting?" George smirked. "A kiss?"

Ringo smirked back. "What if I do?" He leaned in, his big nose bumping his. His blue eyes lowered to his lips. He grinned mischievously at the way George went completely silent. "Well? Give us a kiss----"

And before he could react, George grabbed his shoulders and crashed his cold lips against his.