✔ CHURCH BOYS ⇢ MCHARRISON/LENNSTARR

TWENTY THREE

John's POV

"Ringo? Are you...?"

"Drunk?" Ringo slurred. "You know it, baby!" He let out a drunken laugh.

So, I had concluded that he was either really really drunk or very very bad at impersonating a drunk person. Probably the latter but there was still the possibility he was completely and utterly sozzled.

"Are you...okay?" I ask, taking a step back.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Sure..."

"No really, I'm doing g-great!" He stumbled out. "Never been", Hiccup, "better."

"Fun. Do you wanna, um, come inside?"

"Sure, Johnny."

"Please, I beg of you, don't call me that."

"Fine then, jesus fucking christ." He laughed, slinging his arm across my shoulders. Something was clearly wrong with him. He hardly swore. Hell, I hardly swear. And though I just disproved my own point, but you get it.

He was as hammered as a nail and I didn't know why. So, I decided the only way to find out was to simply ask him.

"Hey, Ringo?"

"Yes?" He asked, with far too much energy.

"Why are you drunk?"

"Why does anyone get drunk?"

"I don't know. But why are you drunk?"

"Because it feels better than when you're sober, right?"

"I guess. But what do you mean?"

"What were we talking about, I stopped l-listening like..." His gaze drifted to behind me. "2 seconds ag- Oh m-my god look!"

"What?"

"It's what's-his-name!"

"You mean Paul?"

"No."

"George?"

"Yes."

"Oh, wonderful." I laugh sarcastically, and head outside.

"Um, oh, hi John." George mumbles, waving shyly.

"Yeah, hi. Sooooooooo... What're ya doing here?"

"I just thought I'd go for a walk. Also, Paul's been acting strange lately. He didn't want me going out."

"In my opinion everythi- everyone has been a bit strange lately, don't you think?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Well, you should get home, George. That man is still on the run."

"Wait, P-Paul told you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I should- Okay, bye."

"Bye." I smile hastily, and rush back into the house.

"Did you destroy anything?" Was the first question I asked once I rushed through the door.

"Where's y-your mom?" Ringo slurred.

"She's working."

"Cool."

"Ringo, stop."

"Hmm?"

"Just calm down, sit down on the couch and just sit there and look pretty."

"Well, you're pretty good looking yourself." Ringo smirks.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, you heard me."

"But what do you-"

"Come here."

"Um, alright..."

Ringo sits down and I slowly walk towards him.

He grips my collar. "I may be drunk but I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Ringo wha-"

But, before I could finish, I was cut off by his hungry lips.

Then, a feeling formed inside of me. One I was more than familiar with.

I felt...bonerific!

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