This Boy (Ringo Starr Fanfic)

SEQUEL: chapter 7

*1964*

My life was a party. I was with a rockstar of the biggest band at this time. Ringo Starr was my boy, almost crazy to think he got famous little Ritchie I knew from school.

Pattie was my best friend and George was my best friend too. We were all extremely close and always heading off to different parties and drinking and smoking. What did we do?

"You're coming right?" I asked Pattie over the phone.

"Yeah just getting ready now."

"Okay so I'll meet you there? It's almost midnight." I looked at my watch. "Ritchie and I are gonna head out."

"Meet you there in a minute."

We hung up the phone as Ritchie and I headed to Mick Jagger's Party. Upon arriving Ritchie opened the door as music blasted from the inside to outside. Celebrities everywhere and people half naked, people jumping on furniture. It was crazy and, I loved it.

"Hey!" Someone called to Ritchie as he went off to talk to the man.

I walked around first finding a drink.

"Look whose here!" I turned around it was Keith Moon.

"Keith!" I hugged him. "Geez every party I seem to bump into to you huh?" I smiled.

He smiled back at me "Seems so. Are you here alone?"

"With Ritchie."

"Still with him eh?"

"Unfortunately." I joked.

"Hey there's someone I want you to meet."

Keith took my hand and walked me over to a fresh faced man, I knew exactly who he was.

"Amelia-Rose, this is Bob Dylan."

He smiled at me "Hi."

We stood and talked with him for a while. "Who'd you come here with Amelia?"

"Ringo Starr?"

"Friends?"

"No." I laughed.

"The good ones are always taken." He said to Keith.

"I know." Keith sighed.

We talked for hours upon hours people joined the conversations left and right. Jim Morrison got involved.

"Hello. Who's this?" Morrison asked.

"Ringo's girl." Dylan said.

"I'm Jim Morrison."

"Amelia-Rose." I shook his hand.

He was a beautiful man, kinda just wanted to rip his shirt off. As I was foolishly starring at him Mick Jagger came in and interrupted asking if we were having a good time.

Dylan, Morrison and Moon all shook their heads and said they were having a great time. They all got our cigarettes and started to smoke. "Want one?" Dylan asked me.

"Thanks." I took one as he lit it for me.

This is what my life seemed to consist of, was partying.

I met tons of stars and most of them turned out to my really good friends. Everyone went off to get more drinks or just to mingle elsewhere and it left Keith and I alone until Ritchie found me. He began talking with Keith who he was actually good friends with. He kept making eye contact with me through his whole conversation with Ritchie.

I walked away to find Pattie then I glanced back Keith still looking at me. I smiled. I turned around bumping into someone, my nose smashed into his chest. He smelled good and I'm pretty sure I got blood on him, I felt embarrassed. I looked up it was Bob.

"I'm so sorry." I said touching his chest where my blood stained his white shirt.

He looked down at shirt and smirked "It's alright."

My nose was now gushing blood.

"Are you alright?" John Entwistle made his way over to me with a tissue.

"I think so." I lied.

Later that night I pretended everything was alright but I knew nothing was. By 3 am Keith found me again along with Ritchie who for the first time just noticed my nose.

"It's bleeding."

"It's fine, it happened like 2 hours ago, I'm fine Richie."

They were both drunk, and stupid. They shrugged their shoulders and went back to being party animals.

Of course my clumsy self turned around and bashed my nose on yet another person. I looked at their white shirt and before seeing there face I said "Please don't tell me this is Bob."

"Sorry to disappoint."

I looked up it was George. "What happened." He said carefully touching my bloody nose.

"I'm fine."

He laughed "You broke your nose."

"What? No I didn't."

"Amelia, your nose is crooked and bleeding. You broke your nose. You have to get to a hospital." George turned around and tapped on Pattie who was talking with Paul.

"Can you take Amelia to the hospital?"

"Yeah." She said grabbing my arm and leading me out of the party.

The next day I had gotten calls from Keith and Bob Dylan asking if my nose was okay and I said that I had indeed broken it and lucky for me I have to wear a huge white strip over it for a few weeks.

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1969

A good friend of mine who no one ever really knew was Robert Plant. Keith loved Zeppelin and I was a huge fan of their music as well. John Bonham would always invite Keith to his parties and you would find me at those parties talking to Robert.

"How old are the kids now?" He asked me.

"Luna is 2 and Frankie is 1." I smiled.

"Maureen is pregnant?"

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Excited?"

"Very."

"You and Keith Moon. You two are quite the couple, he loves you a lot you know."

I look over at Keith who was laughing at what Bonham has said.

"I know." I smiled.

But yet I couldn't help thinking of Ritchie and how much I missed him. I spent my life partying and have known all these rockstars but my life seemed to be connected with the beatles and I didn't seem to be with them and it made me sad. I've met all these amazing people and yet I just wish I was with my four boys. I loved the who and I loved my husband but they were home. I didn't grow up with them. I felt like an outcast. I was good friends with Zeppelin, Doors, Dylan etc and yet when we would talk the Beatles would be brought up almost every time.

"Do you miss Ringo?" He asked.

"I do." I said. "I miss him a lot."