(A/N~ Hi guys, this is my first one shot for this series of one shots. I really hope you like it, feel free to give me any constructive criticism. Read on and enjoy. Katie.)
November 2002
Writing doesn't come easy to me, it never has. I've never considered myself to be a writer or a singer, just a drummer. I may have had a few hits in my time but I'd always had George, not only guiding me in my writing but in my life. Ever since he passed on I've been lost. He was my best friend, my soul mate and my lover. My existence is pointless, everyday I wake up to a cold, empty bed. I'm filled with an unpleasant loneliness that leaves me feeling numb. The doctors call it depression, I call it greif. I'm trapped in a life George escaped.
Most days I won't leave my bed but today something compelled me to to get up. I push myself out of bed, my legs barely able to hold me. One of the unfortunate things about spending the majority of your life in bed is the deterioration of your muscles. I limped over to my desk set across from my bed and seated myself on the cold wooden chair. On my desk was an old photograph of me and George. A smile spread across my face as I remembered the day this photograph was taken. It was the first day of our life long journey. He was so young, so innocent.
October 1960
It had been a long and hard day. Pete Best, the drummer for The Beatles was ill and they needed a back up drummer fast. Rory Storm and The Hurricanes had a day off and I needed to occupy myself. Being away from my drums for too long makes me cranky. We rehearsed for the show for the most part of the day. It was enjoyable, I quite like the lads if I'm honest, they've got a lot of potential and they could go far. We've got three hour till the performance and all of the lads, except George and I, have gone down the boozer.
I look over at the younger boy who's sat on the edge of stage fiddling around with his guitar. He was a looker and I was surprised he wasn't surrounded by birds. I smiled as he looks in my direction.
"Ringo, could you teach me how to play the drums?" He asked in a shy tone. I gave off a little chuckle before replying to George.
"Yeah sure, come here." His smile beamed, he radiated such happiness. He was such a sweet little lad. He walked over to me and examined the drums. He looked down at the seat I was sat on, his eyes stayed fixed there for a few moments before I realized that he didn't have anywhere to sit. The seat was too small for us to share so I patted my lap. He was reluctant but obliged. Whilst he perched on my lap I talked him through the different parts of my drum kit. I noticed that George was staring at my face rather than the drums. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
"Something on my face Georgie?" I asked louder than expected. George jumped a mile nearly falling off of my lap. I quickly grabbed him round the waist helping him gain his balance. I only caught a glimpse of his red face as he turned away in embarrassment. It began to laugh. By this point George seemed rather annoyed and pushed himself off of my lap. He took two steps before I grabbed his hand forcing him to turn around and face me. Still holding his hand I got up from my drum stool and walked towards him. The younger lad looked puzzled but he never resisted the grip of my hand. George was now stood face to face with me. A smile spread across my face as I examined his beauty from up close.
"I shouldn't have laughed at you, it was wrong of me, Georgie." Our faces were inches apart, I could almost feel the smile forming on his face. His sweet breath caressed my skin. We were quiet for a few minutes, just staring into the eyes of one another. He was driving me crazy. My eyes met his lips, they looked so smooth and they were urging me to kiss them. My mind was telling me no but my heart had other ideas.
"Ringo, you're not queer." My mind screamed at me. I looked into his eyes once more. I tilted my head slightly and separated my lips. As my mouth met his I began to panic, that was until I felt pressure from his lips. He was kissing me back. Our hands still clasped together as the kiss deepened. George cupped my face with his free hand and I smiled against his lips. We both grew breathless and I took it upon myself to pull away. I let go of his hand and placed my hands on his cheeks. I stroked my thumbs up and down his skin and he smiled, both of us staring contently into each others eyes.
November 2002
I tear spilled down my cheek as I remembered the day I fell in love with the younger boy. In hindsight it all happened so sudden but I knew from that moment in 1960 that I truly loved George Harrison. I still love George and I will forevermore.
I wanted to write a song for George, something to express how much he meant to me but it was getting late. The night was drawing to a close so I decided to take refuge in my bed. I kissed the picture of George on my desk and made my way over to my bed. I tucked my self under the covers and turned to the side of the bed where George would sleep. I closed my eyes and whispered as quietly as I could.
"I love you George."
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