Peace (lennstarr)

War

>> War <<

<> active hostility or contention; conflict; contest <>

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Ringo sat in the dark room, breath shallow and shaky from all the crying. he couldn't believe it.

he, John, just couldn't. sure it was small but it was just, no.

he kissed him. they were friends. roommates. not lovers, not even close. what was John even thinking?

friends don't kiss other friends.

maybe John didn't know what he was doing, maybe John was just tired, maybe John thought he was a girl, maybe it was just to show how much of a good friend he is. maybe all this was a lie and there was a reason that Ringo didn't want to admit.

maybe it was because John liked him.

and maybe he was completely right.

maybe.

"hey Ritchie are you in there? can we talk?" he heard a soft voice from behind the door to his room.

"what do you want?" Ringo sniffled and wiped off a few tears.

"I want to talk. to you." John answered softly.

"well I don't. go away John." Ringo sobbed miserably and made sure to lock the door to his room.

"you can't hide forever Richard Starkey. you'll have to talk to me at some point." John sighed and hit the door to his room softly before making his way down to his own room.

and there Ringo sat where he began: in the dark, full of tears, and a pure wish that John Lennon hadn't just kissed him.

like it never happened. like it'll never happen again.

John you have no idea what you've done. John why do you always have to mess it up? why do always manage to make things more difficult than they already are?