A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long... I've been busy... baking pie... and staring at walls XD. Writer's block sucks D: I hate this chapter.. full of arguments. Well on a higher note, RINGO'S HERE :D Enjoy and RnR

John's POV

"OOH! BUBBLES!"

I quickly smack me mate Ringo over the head. "Oh, don't get too excited. Yer so daft."

His pout was utterly juvenile. "Oh, yer such a spoil-sport, that ye are Johnny. Always ruinin' me fun."

"Oh shaddup, Ringo. Yer such a li'l kid at times."

"What?" he whined. "Who doesn't like bubbles! They're so purdy!"

"Shut yer mouth fer once. Yer really startin' t'get on me ne-"

"WILL BOTH OF YA JUST SHADDUP!" Ringo, Paul, and I turned to face George. He'd had one of his rare outbursts again. When he realised why we were all starin' at him, he started stutterin' like his normal self. "Well, uh, ye guys yell too much, ya know? Makes me head hurt..."

I smirked at him. "Ya know, I kinda like that side of ya, Georgie. Real tough."

He averted his eyes. "Ey, Ringo, when are ye changin' t'our school?"

What in bloody hell? No one changes the subject on John Lennon! Still, I kinda wanted t'know, too. "Yeah Ringo, when are ye gonna join us?" I prodded, poking him.

"Well, I mean, it depends on me mum. She's takin' too damn long!" His hand flew back and knocked mine away. "Oh, sod off John. Quit givin' me a hard time."

"Hell yeah, she is!" Paul complained. "We need someone else fer Johnny-boy t'yell at! He's been after this bird, ya see, and he's not used t'bein' rejected so he's gotten pretty nas-"

"Sod off, Macca!" I snapped. "I heard what happened yesterday!"

'Now what's that s'possed t'mean?"

"Ye slept with her that's what!" I spat the words at him.

His outrageously large eyes widened ever further and then shrunk so he was glaring at me. "Now ye listen to me, Lennon. None of that went down. We just-"

"Yeah, like I believe that rubbish!" I could feel the rage build up inside me. He's such a lyin', cheatin', son-of-a-

"How 'bout ye both shut yer traps!" Ringo hollered. "George's right, we fight too damn much!"

I stared down Paul: me best mate and me worst enemy. Things were bittersweet between us.

"Fine," I stated. I knew George was behind me, raisin' his eyebrows in disbelief. Paulie-Wanna-Cracker over there shut his gapin' mouth like the bird he was. Was it really that odd for me t'back off?

Ringo grinned that foolish grin of his. "See?" he said. "That's better!"

"I still say yer daft," I murmured. I could hear Paul snicker next to him. Poor Ringo looked around, confused at our amusement. See? He's daft and bloody deaf.

Georgestood up. "How 'bout we stop this nonsense and actually do somethin', hm?"

Ringo's eyes brightened. "No, Ringo," George sighed in exasperation. "Not bubbles."

"Aw," he pouted again. "They're shiny though!"

George, Paul, and I sighed in unison. Sometimes our friend here was a tad... off.

"Ey, how 'bout we-"

"-cause mayhem?" I asked hopefully.

"No, John." Damn George, always the responsible one. "I was gonna say-"

Paul interrupted, "-we should visit-"

"No, not that damned bird!" I protested. "I'm sick of ye talkin' 'bout her like she's an angel or somethin'. She's got the devil in her heart, I'm tellin' ya!"

"She does not! Ye just don't like gettin' rejected!"

"I THOUGHT WE SAID NO FIGHTING!" Ringo intervened again, pausing us.

Paul muttered, "Who says I was gonna say her anyways? Coulda been talkin' 'bout anyone..."

"Oh, we all know ye were talkin' bout her, lover-boy. Now-"

"Don't make me separate you two," George threatened.

I rolled me eyes at him. "Yer such a mum, Harrison."

"Am not!"

Ringo laughed at us, "Yer all like school girls!"

Georgie crossed his arms. "Am not," he repeated to himself like a mantra.

Oh god, today was goin' t'be hectic.

A/N: Haha could ye tell I ran out of ideas? I just love Paulie-Wanna-Cracker btw XD God, tell me if this chapter sucked please. Or if ya loved it. Either way FEEDBACK PEOPLE! REVIEWWWWW