Four of Us - McLennStarrison (Poly Beatles)

A Little Spat

1964

"We're breaking the law."

"Damn right."

"This is sick."

"I hear you."

"What would -"

"Fucking hell, Paulie! Don't ruin the mood!"

Paul scowled, narrowing his eyes. "Don't blame me for having concerns here!"

"Yeah, John. Nothing wrong with him worrying." George's eyes cracked open with an extremely pissed-off look in them. "But do me a favor, argue quieter if you have to continue. Next person to wake me is getting a foot up their arse."

"Kinky."

Ringo threw a pillow at a laughing John's face. "Sleep."

Paul nodded in agreement, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Rubbish," John snapped. "We aren't talking about a damn thing tomorrow when we can just settle this now. Do you love me?"

"Of course I do," he replied indignantly.

"Do you love Georgie and Ringsy?"

"Yes, but -"

"Cool." John turned so he would sleep facing away from him. "Night."

Paul mumbled a few choice words ("dickhead") under his breath and drifted off to sleep.

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Ringo was the last of the four to wake up after he couldn't feel George's warmth anymore. He whined and searched the room. John and Paul were dressed, and George wasn't in sight. "Georgie?"

"'Ello, love." George came out of the bathroom and smiled gently. "Didn't want to wake you, but I suppose it's a bit late for that."

"Mmm." He began to change, watching what the others were doing. George was looking him over like he was a work of art. John and Paul, however, weren't even looking up. They kept their heads down and mouths shut as they packed almost robotically. "Are they still fighting?"

He shrugged. "I think so. They haven't talked to each other or even me since they woke up."

Ringo nodded, hopping on one leg to get his pants on. "Should we do something?"

"I don't know what we would do. They never fight for long." George laughed, helping him out by pulling his shirt over his head. "Hi, handsome," he cooed when his head popped out.

"Hi," he giggled. "Are we ready to go?"

John picked up his suitcase, contemplating something. "Yeah," he finally said. "Need help with your bag, Paulie?"

Paul looked surprised. "Um, sure." Their hands brushed as they both grabbed the handle. Things would be okay.