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Ringo groaned, tossed and turned in his bed. The booming thunder and pelting rain made him nervous, and it kept him awake. He finally got up and went to find John, but he took one glance in his room and turned around to George's. "George. George. Wake up."
"Sod off," he mumbled sleepily.
"Geooooooorge." Ringo shook him some more. "What do you want? I was sleeping..." It was a known fact that George was very nice, but wake him up and he'll cripple ya. He looked down bashfully. "Well...I can't, cuz of the storm."
He facepalmed, saying "What, you scared of thunderstorms?" Silence. "Oh. Well just go to bed and leave me alone. Bye. Go bug John." George pulled the blanket over his head. "I can't...he and Paul were snogging again."
"Good for them, now go away." Ringo huffed, then started poking his face. "Hey. George. Wake up. I'm scared. Hey. Hey. Hey. He-"
"For Christ's sake!" He sat up angrily. "Go bug John! I don't care what he's doing!" George jabbed his side. "Get out." Ringo flinched, rubbing at the spot he was poked. "I don't want their help though, I want yours."
"Why me?"
"Cuz, I do. That's all." He blushed. "Fine, get your arse over here." George growled. "I-in the bed with you?"
"Do you want help or not? Yes? Then get over here." Ringo tried not to grin as he climbed into the bed with him. "There. Now stay here for tonight, I guess..." The whole night! He was internally screaming. He suddenly came back to reality as George wrapped his arms around him. "G-G-George?" He stuttered nervously.
"Um..." He tried to come up with an excuse, "don't laugh, but I forgot my teddy bear...so I'll use you instead."
"Sure..." Ringo rolled his eyes but didn't pull away. They both fell asleep to the pattering of the rain.