1964
"H-he did what?" He asked in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry Ringo...I saw him ask out Pattie. I'm so sorry," John whispered. "I...I don't want to believe it...but I knew you wouldn't lie to me. What...what did she say?" He sighed. "She said she was engaged." Ringo looked slightly relieved after that. "But why? I thought he loved me?"
"Well...we have to keep up our image for the public, so maybe that's what he was doing." John smiled, making him feel better. "Thanks John!" He ran off. The singer sighed, knowing he was wrong, very wrong.
"Rings, I'm back!" George entered the room, and was hugged from behind. "I missed you."
"Yeah, I know. I missed you too." He secretly wondered if he meant it. He shook his head. This was his boyfriend, he wouldn't leave him. "Where's John and Paul?" He whispered.
"Out, having dinner. So were aaaaaaaaaaaall alone." Ringo drew out the 'all'.
"Great!"
"Oh god," Ringo cried out in pleasure as George bit a sensitive spot on his neck. "George!"
"Shh, be more quiet. All of the hotel might hear you."
"It's not easy being as silent as you all the time!" He mumbled. "Dammit, I think it's gonna bruise..." Maybe Paul had some concealer, him being feminine and all. Plus he would probably need it for hickeys as well.
"Don't be a baby..." Thoughts swirled in his head. Should he ask about Pattie? He decided he should try. "Love?"
"Hm?"
"You know that nice schoolgirl actress on the set, Pattie?"
"What about her?"
"What do you think of her?" He tried to choose his words carefully.
Shit, he knows.
"She's nice, I guess."
"Why? Why did you ask her out?" George sighed. "You know why, we can't act queer in public, we need to appear normal. That's why." Ringo frowned. "I don't...I don't believe you..."