Okay, guys. This took me less than a week to write! And it's eight pages! EIGHT! Longest thing I've ever written! I'm so proud! So the beginning starts off kind of slow, just to torture you guys ;) sorry! I do it cause I love you guys! But then it gets REALLY good and you guys with love me for sure!

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End of Day Four

Stella felt bad for her friend as she watched Grace walk in the direction of her house. She knew her friend liked to view the boys as innocent and pure but Stella knew better. She knew there had been girls before them and that there would probably be girls after them. . .

As Stella climbed into bed that night, she thought about the events of that day: the mob chasing them out of the ice cream shop, bringing Ringo to her home, going back to the hotel, the intimate moment she had shared with the drummer in his room. . . Her cheeks blushed at the mere memory of it. How could she have been so careless? Anything could have happened if John had not walked in, she suddenly realized.

The twenty year old decided right then and there that she would start being more realistic about her relationship with Ringo Starr. It had gone too far and she knew she would have to let him go soon.

I have to face reality, she concluded.

Stella rolled over in her bed to turn out the light. She fell back onto the soft pillows and pulled the blankets up around her. Feeling confident in her decision to not let herself live in a fantasy anymore, she closed her eyes to sleep. However, she couldn't deny the excitement she felt deep inside her about what tomorrow may have in store for her. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she secretly hoped and wished and prayed that Ringo would somehow return to her to take her out on their date.

Day Five

Apprehensively biting her lip, Stella stared at the clock across from her while she talked on the phone. She was barely listening to Grace as she watched the second hand tick by ever so slowly. It was as if every tick was a knife cutting into her heart deeper and deeper. She had been up since seven, laid in bed until eight and had been sulking around her house all day. Now it seemed as though the clock and her best friend were torturing her.

"Omigosh, Stella! George called me earlier and said he'd pick me up at six!" Grace's high pitch squeals emitted from the phone's receiver causing Stella to hold the phone away from her ear.

"That's great!" Stella said trying her best to sound enthusiastic. Truthfully though, all she wanted to do was cry. She hadn't heard from Ringo at all, like Grace had heard from George.

Maybe he's already forgotten about me?

"I know!" Grace replied happily. "Well, it's getting late! I gotta go pick out an outfit!"

"Okay, but Grace?"

"Yeah?"

"Just . . . be careful, okay?" Stella said concerned.

"I will, I will! And you be careful too missy! You and your underage drinking and all!" Grace said chucking.

Stella laughed along as well – for real this time. Her best friend could always raise her spirits.

"I only drink once in a while! I'm not a raging alcoholic or anything!" she defended herself smiling.

Stella's underage drinking had always been a long running joke between the two friends. Grace strongly disapproved of it and often voiced her condemnation to Stella. However, now that they were both almost of age, Grace was becoming less strict and more accepting.

"Yeah, yeah! Whatever you say 'Miss Stella!'" Grace replied calling her by the nickname Ringo had given her.

Stella rolled her eyes. "Goodbye Graaace!" she called into the phone.

"Bye!"

The dark haired girl hung up the phone next to the fridge smiling. Her smile soon disappeared as she turned back to the clock hanging on the wall in front of her. Tick, tick, tick. The clock read ten minutes after four. It was getting late and Stella was starting to worry that Ringo wasn't coming.

Why do I even care so much? He didn't make definite plans with me!

Stella pushed her worries aside and tried to focus on something else. Wandering around her house, the forlorn girl searched for menial tasks to keep herself busy. She folded laundry, washed dishes, dusted and even swept a little. When she finally had run out of things to do, she sat down on the couch with a book and began to read. Stella was growing restless, but refused to look at the clock.

Later, Stella heard the sound of a car pulling up into the driveway. She rushed to the window with unexpected excitement to see who it was but her heart sank. It was only her mother returning from work. That meant it was around six; it had only been two hours. Grace was probably about to go out with George. . .

With a heavy heart, Stella went outside to help her mother with the groceries. She successfully hid her sadness and disappointment from her mother, who didn't seem to notice her sullen mood as she helped prepare dinner.

While washing the broccoli stalks in the sink, conflicting thoughts plagued Stella. She thought about Ringo and what he could possibly being doing at that very movement. At the same time though, she reprimanded herself for caring so much. What about last night? Hadn't she decided to distance herself from him? To face reality?

Stella opened the silverware drawer and took out a knife to cut the broccoli. She attempted to focus her attention on preparing dinner, but failed. Her mind continued to wander and soon, horrible thoughts started to enter her conscious.

What if he was just using me? What if he's getting rid of me because he didn't get what he wanted? What if he's with another girl right now?

These notions became so overwhelming that Stella misjudged and cut herself. She yelped in pain and swore under her breath.

"Stella!" her mother said in shock.

"I'm fine," Stella answered flatly as she left the room.

She entered the bathroom and immediately turned on the sink faucet. While running her bleeding finger under the cool water, Stella opened the drawer containing the package of adhesive bandages. She took the box out and reached for a towel to dry her finger off. After, she carefully placed a bandage on the cut. Stella cursed herself for being such a klutz.

How could I have been so dumb? How did I even manage to do that?

Then Stella remembered. She had gotten lost in her thoughts about Ringo. Well, at least it got her mind off of him for a little while, right?

Stella sighed as she returned to the kitchen. Her mother had already finished cutting the broccoli and seemed to have everything else under control. Seeing this, she decided to return to reading until dinner was ready. As Stella read, however, she found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to comprehend what she was reading. She had to reread pages she had just finished and soon, she simply quit and started skimming along.

30 minutes later, Stella's father returned home from work and dinner was ready. The three of them ate dinner at the oval shaped kitchen table with the radio playing in the background. Generally Stella was talkative at dinner, but tonight she was quiet. She also didn't eat as much; she only picked at her plate.

As Stella was clearing the table, her ears perked up as Ringo's voice began to fill the room. The radio in the corner of the kitchen was playing "I Wanna Be Your Man." When Stella realized that it was the radio and not actually Ringo, her heart dropped. Tears began to well in her dark eyes as her bottom lip began to quiver. She didn't care anymore about what she had decided last night; she missed Ringo and wanted him here with her. She needed him with her. He was her oxygen. No, her sun. He was Stella's sun because she could live without him for a little while, but eventually she would grow cold and whither away in a world of ice that knew no warmth.

The heart broken girl ran to her room, leaving the table un-cleared. She closed the door behind her and collapsed onto her warm bed. Tears escaped her eyes as she cried softly into her pillows, not wanting to let her parents hear her. Exhaustion swept over her like a heavy, overpowering wave and soon, Stella found herself closing her eyes and giving in to sleep.

"Stella!"

Stella awoke to her name being yelled from somewhere inside her house. She rubbed her eyes while wondering how long she had been asleep. Looking to her window, she saw it was dark out and her clock told her it was 8:13.

Okay, so I've only been asleep for about an hour

Walking out of her room and down the hallway, she saw her mother washing dishes and her father asleep on the couch. The kitchen, dining area and the living room were open so all rooms were visible.

"There you are Stella!" her mother turned her head slightly to see her daughter. "I've been calling your name for a while!"

Knock, knock, knock

Stella's mother sighed. "Can you answer the door, Stella? I'm a bit busy as you can tell."

"Sure!"

Stella opened the door and walked down the hallway to the front door that led to the drive way. Who could be it be? she thought to herself. Opening the door, Stella gasped in elated surprise. Even though he was he his disguise, she could still recognize those sparkling blue eyes and that beautiful smile.

"Hullo, Miss Stella!" Ringo greeted.

"Ringo!" Stella exclaimed, jumping up and giving the boy a hug that almost knocked him over.

"Woah!" Ringo said, regaining his balance as he wrapped his arms around the younger girl. "I guess sumbody missed me!"

Stella bashfully tried to pull away, but Ringo wouldn't let her.

"Yeah . . . just a little," she confessed, finally looking up at him.

"S'alright," Ringo assured. "I missed ya too."

He pulled her closer with his arms laced around her lower back as he leaned down to kiss her. Stella's heart began to race as she anticipated what would happen next. As she reached her hands up around his neck, the couples' lips finally met. It was as if Ringo had set a fire ablaze in her heart every time he kissed her; she'd never felt this with anyone else. Only Ringo. Did that mean what she thought he meant?

As they pulled away, Ringo sighed. "How'd I make it through the day without ya?"

Stella giggled. "I was just wondering the same thing about you," she said poking his nose.

She felt so comfortable with him. She felt as if she could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge her at all for it. Happiness was building up inside of her and nothing could ruin it; things could only get better, it seemed.

Ringo playfully tried to bite her finger, like a cat or dog. Stella giggled more as she pulled her finger out of his reach. The older boy pulled her tighter and kissed her once more. Stella felt dizzy as their lips separated.

Good thing he's holding me up!

"So, ya ready fer our date?" Ringo asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Depends, Mr. Starkey," Stella said with a coy smile. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"A . . . surprise?"

"'Course!" he answered casually. "All the best gurls deserve surprises!"

"Um okay, but-"

"No buts!" Ringo interrupted. "Tell ya parents yer leavin' befo' the night is ovah! And the taxi's gone!"

Stella laughed at his forwardness and his enthusiasm as she glanced at the taxi waiting patiently for them. She rushed inside to grab a jacket in case it got cold and to tell her parents she was leaving. However, she couldn't tell them she was going on a date with Ringo Starr from The Beatles. They wouldn't believe her no matter how hard she would try to convince them! And she couldn't introduce him in his disguise; they'd think the worst of him. So, she did the only thing possible. Stella lied to her parents and told them she was going out with Grace. It wasn't a total lie . . . Stella was going out . . . Grace was going out . . . they just weren't "together". . .

Even though she felt guilty lying to her parents, Stella soon found herself forgetting about them as she joined Ringo in the back of the cab. The driver immediately started driving to the mystery destination of their date. Ringo must've given him the address before I got in the car, Stella concluded.

As they drove on, Stella couldn't imagine where he was taking her. Then again, her thoughts were all over the place as Ringo moved closer to her in the backseat. He took his hand in hers, put his arm around her, and even kissed her on the cheek once. She couldn't think of the last time she'd been so comfortable with a boy. It was as if they didn't even need words to communicate; simply actions and gestures said it all.

Although, maybe she was getting ahead of herself. She'd only known him for five days! And the first day barely counted! Still . . . Ringo seemed different from all the others. But maybe that was just because he was famous. Yet, he almost never brought that up. He was very humble and didn't try to impress anyone. He acted like himself and didn't try to be anyone else. That's what Stella really liked about him.

Finally, the taxi cab slowed to a stop and Stella gazed out the window. She found herself staring at the beach that she and Grace had run into the boys at yesterday. The confused girl turned to the boy sitting next to her.

"The beach?"

"Yup!" he answered plainly. "Could ya open the trunk sir?" Ringo asked the driver while paying him for the ride.

"Sure."

Stella heard a pop from behind her as Ringo opened his door to get out.

"Wait here," he told her.

She did as she was told and didn't move. Stella watched through the back window as Ringo fully opened the trunk and took out what looked like a picnic basket. He then closed the trunk and walked around to her side of the cab and opened her door.

"Miss Stella," he said holding out his hand to her.

Stella took his hand and got out of the taxi, closing the door behind her. The car drove away, leaving the couple alone at the beach.

"Ringo, what are we doing here?" Stella asked, still not quite sure what Ringo was planning.

"You'll see!" he said, still holding her hand and leading her to the beach.

They walked for a couple of minutes, heading towards the water. Ringo surveyed the area, and then chose a spot that he liked. He put the picnic basket down, opened it and took out a checkered covered blanket. After shaking it out, he laid it down on the ground and placed the basket on the blanket.

"A picnic on the beach," Stella stated with a smile.

"Surprise!" Ringo said taking her hand and kissing it.

The two sat on the blanket together, cuddling close to one another. Ringo took off his disguise so that he would be more comfortable while he ate. He then removed the contents of the basket one by one, describing each "course" of the meal as if he were a waiter at a fancy restaurant. Stella played along and asked questions, pretending she was a diner at the make believe restaurant. Ringo had even packed a bottle of wine and two plastic wine glasses. Stella was certainly impressed and liked him more and more as the meal went on.

As they ate, Ringo told her about his dreadful day full of press conferences and meeting the fans. He described the reporters as rude, nosy and simply trying to dig up dirt on them. The fans were a little different though. They were shy, rude or completely insane. Stella couldn't believe what the band was put through on a daily basis. Everything was scheduled and the boys had almost no free time of their own. No wonder they sneaked out so much!

"I'm so sorry I didn't ring ya earlier," Ringo apologized. "I would've called ya in the mornin' but I ovahslept."

"Oh, that's okay! I understand!" Stella said, relieved to know that he had meant to call her.

"So 'ow was yer day?" he asked.

Stella's explanation was much shorter than his. She told him of her boring day in about a minute. When she reached the part about cutting her finger, though, Ringo asked to see it. He kissed her bandage softly and then her forehead. It was as if he knew that she had thought about him all day.

As they finished their dinner, the young couple grew quiet in conversation. They watched the waves as they crashed steadily onto the beach. Suddenly, Stella had an idea. She didn't know how or why she thought of this; maybe it was the wine? Who knew?

"Hey, Ringo!"

"Hmm?" he said looking at her with inquisitive eyes.

"Let's go swimming!" Stella suggested eagerly.

"But I didn't bring me swim trunks!"

"That's okay!" Stella said winking with a devilish smile.

Ringo watched as she stood up and began to strip. She lifted her shirt above her head and tossed it on the ground. Then she shimmied out of her pants and kicked them aside. Ringo stared wide eyed at the girl standing before him. He hadn't expected her to suggest swimming or undress in front of him!

Stella giggled at his shocked expression. "Oh, come on Silly! You said you loved swimming yesterday!"

This was true and he couldn't deny it. Ringo finally agreed and stood up to strip down to his boxers. He threw his clothes aside and grabbed Stella's hand as they ran towards the water like fools. Shocked, they both yelped and screamed because of how icy cold the water was. Nonetheless, they didn't care. Ringo picked Stella up, fireman style and threw her into the water as she laughed hysterically. In return, Stella splashed him relentlessly, and then forced him to give her a piggy back ride.

Finally, after bearing the cold for less than ten minutes, Ringo chased Stella out of the water. They were both laughing wildly and shivering like crazy. As Stella reached their picnic, she tumbled onto the checkered blanket and rolled over on to her back. She hadn't realized how close behind her Ringo had been until he tripped, and landed on top of her. It was almost like that day out by the swings again, but there was nothing to interrupt them this time.

Ringo gazed into Stella's brown eyes as he held himself up over her. He pushed back her wet brown hair as if he was examining her more closely.

"God, yer beautiful," he said almost whispering.

He leaned down closer to her, never leaving her gaze until the second before he kissed her. Stella felt goosebumps all over her body as she kissed Ringo back. The fire in her heart seemed to spread to her whole body as she no longer felt cold. She could feel Ringo pressing against her and she longed to be closer to him. But she knew that she had to settle something before she could truly let herself love him.

Stella moved her hands up to Ringo's bare chest to gently push him away. After a few more seconds, Ringo lifted himself off of her.

"Sumthin' the mattah, luv?" he asked.

"I just . . . need to know something Ringo," Stella said hesitantly.

"Yes?" he asked still hovering over her.

"Well, what are we doing Ringo? I mean you and me?"

"We're on a date!"

"No," Stella stated sitting up, forcing Ringo off of her. "I mean . . . am I just some girl that you met while in Miami Beach? I'm not naïve Ringo, I know how it is. You're famous and talented and gorgeous and every girl wants you. Some guys would use that to their advantage and when they're done with one girl, they'll move on to the next. I just need to know if . . . if that's how this will end. You'll move on to the next city and . . . forget about me and leave when you're done with me . . ."

Stella had begun to cry and her voice was shaky as she ended her speech. Ringo looked distraught and confused. He didn't know what had sparked these questions and fears. He reached for the weepy girls hands and squeezed them reassuringly.

"Stella, those things may be true about certain blokes, but not me. I'd never do that tah anyone, but most importantly, not tah you. Those gurls that ya talked about, they're nothin' compared tah you. All they want is sumthin' from ya when yer famous; they don't akshully cahre about ya as a person. You treat me like a human bein'! 'Ow could I possibly fohget about and leave behind the only gurl that's done that foh me? Huh?"

Ringo wiped away the tears running down Stella's face and kissed her forehead. She smiled at him in return, knowing he meant what he had said. Ringo picked up her jacket that was lying beside them and draped it around her shoulders.

"I should probably take ya 'ome. . ." Ringo said with a sad look in his eyes.

Stella's head shot up quickly as she heard this. "No, Ringo! I want to stay with you!" she said pleadingly. "I'm not ready to go home yet!"

Ringo thought for a moment. They couldn't stay at the beach much longer or they would both get sick on account of being soaking wet. There was only one option.

"Well . . . do ya wanna come back to the 'otel with me?" he asked shyly.

Stella knew her answer the moment he asked her; she had no reason to say no. She knew she could trust Ringo because he never tried to do anything that she didn't want to; he never forced her either.

"I'd love that," Stella answered kissing his cheek.

The two stood up to collect their belongings and to pack up the picnic basket. They put their clothes on over their wet underwear to keep them somewhat warm as they walked to the hotel. Once there, they found no one in the lobby except a sleeping receptionist behind the check in desk. As they rode the elevator to the band's floor, Stella could feel herself becoming tired. She yawned and Ringo pulled her closer.

Once in the hotel room, they were careful to not wake anyone that might be asleep. If they were caught by the others, it would seem like entirely something else was going on. Fortunately, the room was dark and everyone seemed to be in for the night.

Ringo quietly entered his room, leading Stella in behind him. They heard soft snores coming from the bed on the other side of the room. Realizing John was already asleep, they were extra cautious not to wake him.

Ringo gave Stella some of his clothes to change into for the night. Stella changed into the bathroom while Ringo changed in his room. The couple then silently crawled into bed, holding one another close. Soon, their breathing and heart beats steadied in unison and Stella couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy. As she closed her eyes to sleep, she wasn't sure if what she heard next was a dream or not.

"I luv you," Ringo whispered softly before dozing off.

Stella opened her eyes and stared at the sleeping boy beside her. Had he really just said what she thought he said? Had he voiced the words and feelings that Stella had desperately been denying for the past day?

Her head spun, but drowsiness overwhelmed her and soon she was fast asleep in the arms of Ringo Starr – the Beatle who had just confessed his love for her.

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