dreaming with the beatles //new version✨

dream #8: sweet sweet gingerbread boy-r.s ⭐️

1958

"Can I pretty please sleepover tonight with a cherry on top go spend the night Y/N!?!" Ringo bounced around from one foot to the other behind you like a child.

Ringo kept bickering you all day if he could take the rest of his Friday evening plans at your house.

Of course you escaped in the lovely dream of you and Ringo together all night having innocent fun and him bunking in your bedroom. But there was a obstacle in the way.

You had a big crush on him and were determined to avoid any situations in which you'd embarrass yourself.

You with the obstacle was your parents but your parents were gone for the weekend for a important job.

Quickly hallways emptied out, as students made their way inside their next class before the bell could catch them.

You put a strand of your soft hair behind your ear. "Ringo...I'll think about it." Ringo suddenly appeared right next to you and ruffled your hair as if you were some guy-mate of his.

"Don't think too hard or you'll say no!" Ringo hollered, dancing off to his next class.

During last period you thought of Ringo staying over. It was Christmas time, a good time to snuggle up in warm clothes and bake cookies. Something you were already going to do on your own that night.

Might as well do it with someone else.

The bell rang and classmates of your said their goodbyes to you and others stormed out of the room, determined to head to the weekend.

You made you way through the flood of people, keeping a lookout for the big nosed boy you've been friends with since middle school. Though, you didn't run into him which gave you a feeling a relief yet annoyance as now you were actually excited for him to sleepover.

You fleed the high school mess and settled on the truth that Ringo must've changed his mind or simply doze off.

You walked home in the cold weather, snow jumping on you and with thoughts creeping up on you, thoughts such as what you were going to gift your family for Christmas and what you were going to wear for Christmas.

Too much thoughts it had seemed.

You finally arrived to your house that always seemed to be empty with your parents always busy these days.

You trudged along the sidewalk, stepping up the stairs, fisting your hand in your pocket trying to collect your house key.

You opened the door and entered in, dropping your backpack and hat and gloves on the ground near the door.

You then felt the rumble within your stomach, a empty feeling. You had no choice but to stuff your face now.

You scurried off to the kitchen and immediately you were met with a image you didn't expect to see at all.

Ringo stood there, wearing a goofy expression on his face and a pot with a whisk in his hand upon him.

If the sight wasn't shocking to see, he added the spice to his sweet adorable self with cookie dough paste it seemed spread over his cheeks as if he purposely planted it there as they were defined to be perfect stripes.