•°Beatles One Shots°•

Crushing gaze

>Starrison<

Double update, woo
I just wanted to balance it a little bit
not to have two lennstarr in a row...

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George Harrison, a seventeen year old teddy boy, had his eyes on seomeone for quite a while. He never managed the guts to talk to them in person, so he would often just stare at that said person. The boy often thought that they didn't even think he existed. He was just a random lad who hung out with his other teddy boys friends. The usual.

The one who conquered his heart was a bloke. Yes, Harrison was queer. He hasn't told a soul yet, since it was illegal. It was still all confusing to him.

This lad, he was somehow special to him. He was shorter than him, had the bluest eyes he'd seen, he had a big cute nose and what he thought was cool about his look, was his single silver stipe on the side of his floofy hairdo. He hoped that once day he could run his hand in it. He was known in the school as 'Ringo'.

Everytime George would think about him, his heart would flutter.

The thing that saddened him was that he never paid particular attention to him, maybe quick glances in the hallways of the school but that was about it.

The lad would often hang out with this tall blond bloke and his crew. They called themselfs 'The Hurricanes', a popular group amongst the school's ground. 

Meanwhile, George's mate, John, was known in the school for causing trouble to his teachers. His other mate Paul was the teacher's' pet. Stu was the quiet one, and Pete and himself were the followers. They weren't bad, they just followed John when he'd do scandals.

He made his way to the school's main doors and walked in nearly empty hallways to his locker. While twisting the lock, he noticed that Ringo was at his locker. His' was a couple lockers ahead from George's. So most mornings, lunch breaks and end of the days he would see him. 

''Stupid locker...'' he mumbled to himself, struggling to open it for the fourth time. 

The smaller turned his head to see his struggle and chuckled quietly. George saw him and blushed out of embarrassment, finally opening it. He took off his bag and threw it inside, hitting the back loudly. He jumped as he didn't mean it to be hard, in wich he earned another small chuckle from the small lad. Ringo then closed his locker and went on his way.

He groaned as he looked at his schedule, his first class was in P.E. He hated that class since it messed up his hair, and for other reasons. But the only good to it was he got to see Ringo in the other class outside.

He threw the door close, not too loudly thankfully, and made his way to go outside to meet with John and maybe the others. Once outside, he spotted John at their usual place. He leaned on the brick wall next to his mate and lit himself a cig. They made small talk untill the bell rung and made their way to where the circuit board was in the school's yard. 

Today was a free class, so they could do whatever they wanted. So, of course, George and John decided to sit on the bleachers in the shade for the whole period.

The older ran a hand across his hair and propped his elbows back on the bars. They stayed in a silence for a while. Nothing much to say. So George took this as an opportunity to watch Ringo from across the field.

The lad looked happy, with his friends and all. Not that he was jalous, he just hoped he'd have that connection with him. He didn't knew much about him, but he wanted to know him so badly.

John looked at his mates focused face and decided to try and see what George was focused on. 

''Who're you starin' at?'' he asked, startling his mate.