A Few Weeks Later
Chapter 7:

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John's P.O.V.
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    This was it, I've held it off for weeks.

    It all depended on this moment. My career, our friendship, and my love life. I shuffled into studio 3's control room to find Paul standing alone and messing with the settings, whistling as if he was deep in thought.

    I cleared my throat and leaned up against the wall.

    "Oh, hey Johnny." He said, looking a bit shaken at my sudden appearance in the room.

    "H-Hey Paul." I replied. Why the hell am I stuttering now?! I cursed to myself internally.

    He stepped closer, most likely to greet me, but at this point I couldn't hold it in anymore. I knew I would never be able to tell him without sounding like a jerk, or stuttering more. So without any thought or hesitation I cupped his head and forced my lips onto his.

    It felt like it was meant to be, not just some pushover one-night girlfriend. This was really it. At least for me, and god I hoped Paul felt the same.

    The kiss continued, and I kept waiting for him to push me off, but instead he simply melted into it. We remained in each-other's arms for a good couple more minutes. All of the unsaid confessions pouring into the kiss.

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    George and Ringo eventually re-entered the rehearsal room to pack up their gear as the sun was dipping close to the horizon. Ringo quickly yet absent-mindedly made his way to the drums in the corner of the room. George was heading casually towards his Epiphone guitar and case, when he glanced up at the control room..

    He stumbled back, clutching an independently placed chair.

    Was that- John and Paul?! So he finally told him..

    Now his mind was racing, he had to tell Ringo now, surely. But the drummer was oblivious, he had no idea that the iconic duo were kissing, or that John even liked Paul back. Maybe he could wait with his own problems a bit longer? George took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh.

    Ringo looked up at him, and gave him that adorable smile of his, which didn't help much.

    Finally, George snapped.

    "Ritch, can you meet me at my house later?" He blurted.

    "Oh- uh, sure."

    George headed out from the room with his gear, and on the way he was met with a flustered John.

    "Nice one mate." He joked, and John just happily punched him in the arm.

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Later... at Kinfauns
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    Ringo was seated next to George on a leather sofa in the living room, with tea and biscuits on the table. A strong fire was blazing in the brick fireplace across from them. George was sitting on the far end of the couch, but it was close enough for some awkwardness to induce.

    "So.." George began with a shaky breath.

    "Mhmm?" Replied Ringo, glad that the silence between them since he entered was over.

    "Richie, I feel like we need to talk about some things.. like, seriously."

    Ringo just nodded confusedly.

    "If you don't know already, John and Paul were kissing in the control room today."

    The drummer nearly spit out his tea. "What?! So the plan worked, eh?"

    "That's what we should probably talk about." George said with a sigh. "Listen Ritch, I knew about John's feelings for Paul.. for a while."

    "Well why didn't you tell me? You realize we could've laid off that 'relationship stuff'."

    George couldn't hold it in any more. "That's exactly the problem!" He burst out a bit more aggressively than he expected.

    Ringo looked dazed.

    "I- I didn't want to tell you, because I liked having a 'fake relationship' or whatever that was. I didn't realize it until maybe the kiss, but.. hell, I love you." He said a bit too quickly as he scooted closer.

    Ringo's look of realization continued, and then he looked at George, who had an anxious and expecting expression.

    "Wait, what kiss?"

    "Er- you were drunk, and you kind of.. drunk-kissed me in public."

    Ringo's face flushed a bit, but he nodded.

    "Listen, Georgie. I've sort of felt the same way, like, the whole time." He said, as if maybe George could've figured it out. But still with a genuine smile.

    "R-really?" George looked down in thought for a second.

    "Well, maybe this plan worked out after a-" George started with a laugh. But Ringo cut him off by leaning in.

    George's breath hitched when Ringo's lips met his, but he had been waiting for this moment for too long, so he wrapped his arms around Ringo's torso and deepened the kiss.

    The kiss broke off eventually, and the two sat wrapped in eachothers' arms.

    Ringo looked up at George, "so how did you not notice when I practically started snogging you in public?"

    George chuckled lightly and looked into his deep blue eyes. Which were now gleaming in the glowing fire-light.

    "Like I said, you were drunk out of your mind."

    "I love you."

                                  End.