✔ CHURCH BOYS ⇢ MCHARRISON/LENNSTARR

TWENTY FOUR

I'm sorry that this took forever. I accidentally deleted this once. I am SO SORRY DON'T KILL ME. Sorry Ringo doesn't seem drunk I WANT THIS TO BE HEART FELT I'M SORRY.

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Ringo's POV

John was motionless, John was speechless and not one hint as to how he was feeling was visible in his eyes. He just stared at me with an empty look on his face. If he looked shocked I would have understood but he was completely deprived of any form of emotion. Then, his vacant look was soon replaced with one of sadness.

"First Paul and now you? Think about this for a second, will you? I know you're drunk but at least try. You're drowning yourself in booze and now this. It's just the same thing over again. And now you...you just... Never mind. You probably don't understand me anyway."

"I-I- Kinda. I understand you kinda. Ya know?"

"Yes, I know." John sighed. "But you have to recognize that you are just repeating what has already happened. This has happened with Paul and now it's happening to you. And I-I'm worried about you. I want all of us to be okay. I want things to stay the way they were when we first met each other. But it seems that history is bound to repeat itself."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Just as I thought, too drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are. You kissed me. As if you would even touch me sober." John sighs.

"No, you d-don't under...."

"Stand?"

"Um, y-yeah, that."

"Oh god, you are really out of it, aren't you?"

"...No..."

"I knew it. And by tomorrow you are going to forget all of this."

"But maybe I will."

"No, Starr. You won't. Maybe, after a while, you won't even remember me."

"I-I could n-never forget you." I slurred, reaching out to take his hand.

"That would be nice. But I've been forgotten before and everyone says the same thing. I suppose that I'm just worth forgetting."

"...No."

"What?"

"I won't forget. I can't forget. 'An I think that maybe that's good."

"What do you mean?"

"I think ya aren't worth 'forgettin."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, man. I mean, 's not 'ard to see why."

"Wait, do you mean love love or like, friend love?" John puzzled.

"Love love."

"Wait are you serious?"

"Yes." I smile, sozzled as all hell. I begin to lean in for a kiss, but John pushes me away.

"Stop, please. Ringo, you're drunk. If I'm going to kiss you, I want you to be sober. Now, would you like me to walk you home?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

John took me by the hand and led me outside.

When home, John led me up to my bedroom and sat me down on the bed.

"Now please, please take care of yourself for me, alright?"

"Okay, Johnny."

"Please just-just try to sleep. I know it's only two but please. And come back when you're sober."

"...Okay. Hey, John?"

"Yes?"

"I will never forget you."

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