I Need You, Ch. 3
George wasn't the only one awake that night.
Ringo gazed up at the dark ceiling. Funny that he couldn't sleep now - he'd felt exhausted all day. He still was now, as a matter of fact. But something, something niggling at the back of his mind, wouldn't let him sleep.
Ugh, ugh, ugh. George. Stupid gay George. If George hadn't been such a massive queer and decided to kiss Ringo all of a sudden, he wouldn't be lying awake now, wracked with guilt and confusion and - it was no use blaming George, was it? Ringo was the one who had overreacted, after all.
But then how was he supposed to react to being kissed by a bloke? It wasn't as if they taught it in school (and even if they did, Ringo would probably have been off ill that day anyway). So, there wasn't really any reason for him to feel so - whatever this was - over the whole incident. Girls wer
I Need You, Ch. 2
"You complete idiot, George Harrison."
George gazed at his own reflection in the mirror. Not that he could see much - the only light was from a street lamp outside, blocked mostly by the curtains - but he could still see a dim outline of his dishevelled face glinting in the mirror.
"I can't believe I did that ... "
He had relived the whole incident over and over again, tossing and turning in his bed as he remembered the brief feeling of Ringo's lips on his (wonderful, gorgeous, delicious Ringo ... what was he on about?) and then, Ringo's shocked, almost hurt expression as he forced George off him.
Quite rightly too. How are you supposed to react when your friend suddenly decides to kiss you? Particularly when you and your friend are both blokes.
George shot a guilty glance over at Paul's bed - but, luckily, Paul just rolled over in his sleep, muttering something incoherent about electric o
I Need You, Ch. 1
The Beatles were finally getting a few precious days off. Their next concert wasn't till next week, and a cancelled flight meant Brian had eventually decided they may as well stay where they were for now. True, they would have to spend most their 'holiday' in the hotel suite, but with a bit of luck they might be able to sneak out at night and avoid the crowds.
John and Paul were probably going to spend their free time sprawled out on the rug, surrounded by scraps of paper and arguing with each other. George would go and sit with them after a while, experimenting with little guitar riffs and not saying much. As for Ringo, he planned to catch up on sleep, drum, watch the telly and drum.
Sadly, Ringo always seemed to get in the way of his own plans.
"Rise and shine, Ringo!"
The light that was suddenly streaming in from the window made Ringo's eyes sting, and he ducked under the covers, groaning. His head was po