Imagine... The Beatles

The Beatle Next Door

Ringo Imagine :||

You just moved into Liverpool from America. You feel strange. Left out. Alone. That is until you meet the next door neighbors. The Starkey's.

"Oh come in! Come in! I am Elsie! And this is my son, Ritchie." Ms.Starkey says. "Ritchie" was a smallish boy. He had brown hair, and it was up in a quiff. He had calming ocean blue eyes. And a big smile plastered on his face.

"Hi, I am Richard." he says. "Hi, I am Y/N. Nice to meet you." you say, shyly. You thought he was a cute boy. "Would ya like to take a walk with me, love?" Richard ask. You nod. "Don't go to far!" your mum calls.

As soon as Richard closed the door, he toke your hand. And he started to run. He was leading you somewhere. After 10 minutes if intense running exercises, you arrived.

The place was a small apple tree orchard. He lead you to a tree. "Climb up!" he said, cheerfully. You climbed up, and Richard joined you. "Call me Ringo." he said. You giggled. "Okay, Ringo." you said, giggling. He was too cute!

He picked a nice red apple. He handed it to you. You toke it in your hands. He wrapped his arm around you shoulder, resulting in pulling you closer.

You smiles at him. And you knew then that you loved him. Even if you just met, you loved him. And he loved you. And nothing changed that.