✔ CHURCH BOYS ⇢ MCHARRISON/LENNSTARR

ELEVEN

It's going to be filler, I'm warning you.

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*Ringo's POV*

John and Paul re-enter the room. John walks up to me.

"Hey, Rin-"

The doors to the church slowly open. All of us stare. A skinny, tall man walks through the doors.

"Um, is mr. Rosa here?" He asks.

"He's in the bathroom." I respond.

"Oh, I have to speak with him."

"Oh, do you now?" John asks. I continue to talk to him, my gaze drifting to behind him. John pushed Paul into the bathroom. When he emerged he made some weird hand gestures that I only halfway understood.

"Well, I mean you should probably go...?"

John made an "x" with his arms and mouthed "no" over and over.

"Um, no. Never mind. If you want to go talk to him he is in the bathroom...?" I glance over at John and he gives me a thumbs up, "Yeah. He's in the bathroom and he's there and... Yeah, you go and do that." I nudge him slightly, "Go. Have fun." John points towards the bathroom and then at me, "And let me go with you. I too have to piss."

"Um, alright?"

He starts to walk towards the bathroom and I follow him. Once he's inside I turn to Lennon.

"What's the plan?"

"You'll figure it out."

"No, John. You have to tell me if you expect me to understa-"

He pushes me through the door,

"Get in there tiger."

"Frank, you in here?" The mystery man, asks.

"Yes." I hear Paul say from inside one of the bathroom stalls, in the fakest sounding adult voice I have ever heard. I suppress a laugh.

"Hey, you don't sound too hot. You...You alright, Frank?"

"Yeah. I just have a cold."

Nice one, Macca. Real original. I step up to the urinal and attempt to pee, making sure that Paul didn't mess this up.

"Alright. So, how's everything with the choir?"

"Oh, it's great. All the kids are great. But, you know, there's this one kid named Pau-"

"So, how was your day?" I interject.

No response, everything was awkward. We just had to wait for him to stop peeing and we would be free.

"Um...How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Mystery man responds.

"Taking a long time going to the bathroom, huh?" Paul asks.

"I could say the same for you."

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"I was wondering if you had the paperwork for me?"

What paperwork?

"Just give me 2 more days, yeah?"

"Fine. But you've been pushing it back for a long time. I'm not saying that the choir will be shut down, but you might be fired."

"Um, alright. That's terrible."

"Yes, and don't you seem torn up about it." The mans words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, I want to spread my wings and become....and become an actor."

"An acto-?"

"Why look at the time. Shouldn't you get going?"

"Oh, you're right. I have to get home the wife's expecting me." He zipped up his pants and made a mad dash outside. He seemed just as willing to leave as we were. When we were sure he was gone, Paul walked out and I zipped my pants.

"He must have really wanted to leave. I didn't tell him what time it was." Paul laughs.

"Yeah, and there isn't a clock in here."

"Hey, where's George?" He asks, suddenly.

"Who knows?"

I open the door and see John smirking.

"Good idea, Lennon."

"Thanks, Starkey."

"You know what? You're alright."

"Okay, I don't know whether to be extremely flattered or extremely offended."

"That-That's good."

"Oh, then thank you." He slings an arm around me.

"I'm sorry if I haven't exactly been nice to you these past few days."

"Well, you can't be mean if you don't say anything."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"Can we maybe start over?"

"Sure."

"Friends?" I ask, sticking out my hand.

He shakes it,

"Friends."

"Well, now what?" I ask.

"I don't know." He perks up, "Wanna watch eyelashes and Hedy over there?"

"I'd like that."

It was honest to god hysterical watching them attempt to converse normally.

"Okay, can they just hurry up and kiss?" I ask.

"They already did." John whispers to me.

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Are they together?"

"Who knows at this point?"

I laugh,

"Fair point."

Turns out, I like John. John is alright. [WHAT IS WITH ME AND THESE DAMN CALLBACKS?!] He's funny, he's sweet. Sure, I felt very woozy, but I still hung onto every word he said. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but is anyone? I'm certainly not. No, far from it. And, all while talking to him, I couldn't help but notice something. When John talked to me, his eyes sparkled in an emotion that I can only describe as pure joy. And, let's just say, when it comes to joy, I don't have much experience.