High on you

Getting Better

George sat on top of a metal lunch table, scrolling through his phone with his right hand, his left was down the halfway point in a bag of crisps he was sharing with Ringo. The other lad was on the other side of him patiently letting George rant on about the past night. "You know, God Ringo. It's just that Paul knew I was fumed but all he cared about was the fact that John only fondled me because he wanted to get over Paul." George shook his head and swallowed a few of the crisp bits that were stuck in his teeth.

"How can I go on in a friendship where my feelings are being constantly ignored?" George set his phone down in his lap and finally looked at Ringo.

"I think the question is, how can you go on in a friendship where you're still pining over him?" Ringo said as if it was some great wise point and finished it off with the crunch of a crisp. George frowned, losing some of his steam for more of a fluster. "The dynamics all wrong there mate. You can't stop talking about him just as he's not gonna be able to stop talking about John."

"This sucks." George shook his head. "Johns all the things that Paul hates. Obnoxious, overly sarcastic, a fucking pot head and I'm-"

"Everything Paul should love?" Ringo interrupted him with a knowing and sad smile. George deflated a bit and ate another crisp.

"Wasn't exactly what I was going to say Ringo but..."

George took a deep breath and sighed. Looking for anything to distract himself, he started scrolling through his phone. They didn't get much wifi outside though so he just ended up flicking through his camera roll in boredom while Ringo remained silent. Eventually he grew bored of the pointless scrolling and turned back to Ringo. "How'd you get to be so wise anyway?"

Ringo chuckled. "Years of being the mate that everyone overlooks until they need advice usually does the trick."

"Do you need any advice than?" George bumped his shoulder and Ringo shrugged.

"My problems aren't too far off from yours George"

"What do you mean?" George asked and suddenly the air between them was nothing but tension. George had been leaning in with interest and he hadn't the time to question just why Ringo was leaning in before he was being kissed. Again. For someone who's most sexual experience had been some heated but one sided eye contact with Paul, he sure had been kissed a lot more than he'd ever been before in the past 48 hours. George pulled away almost instantly, Ringo was embarrassed and he could tell. And knowing exactly what he was feeling, George intended to make this less painful than it had been for him.

"Uh...Ringo I, well it's. You see I don't feel that way...umm. About you" the intention to ease the rejection was not coming through all of his mumbling like he'd hoped it would. "Anyway...id better start walking to lunch." George nearly fell off the table and darted off without looking back. His stomach was in twisting knots by the time he got to the other side of the school building. He attempted to catch his breath as he thought over what had just happened. He knew that he need to talk about this to someone. But as always, he wasn't quite sure where he and Paul stood, not that he wanted to have this type of conversation with him anyway. So his only option was John, who he hadn't seen at all today.

Reluctantly, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed. He waited for an answer and leaned back on the wall.
------------------------------------

John was currently sat on a bus stop bench. He wasn't sure where he was going or how long he'd be there but he'd figure it out sooner or later. His wonderings were interrupted when his phone vibrated from his tight pocket. He stuck his fingers around it and pulled it out, putting it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, his eyes following the passing cars.