It Won't Be Long

                                    

                                          
FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! He bloody kissed me! That's against the law! What do I do?! Ringo ran home, but he didn't sleep at all that night. They were all groggy the next morning, but he called John anyways.
"John? Can you come over? Something happened."
"Yeah, sure! I'll be right over!" 
Ringo hung up and clutched a pillow, sighing. What was he going to do? George was his best mate, he knew him the longest. Did he really like him? No, he was just drunk, he didn't know what he was saying. Right? "Things are so complicated."
"It's me! Open up!" He reluctantly let John in. "So, what happened?"
"Well, I took George home last night since he was so out of it, and had to fight him to get into bed. Right before I left, he...he..." 
John put a hand on his shoulder. "What did he do?" 
He blinked back tears. "H - he kissed me. Why would he do that?" Ringo wiped his eyes. 
"I don't know, Ringo, I don't know. Maybe he didn't know what he was doing."
"It still happened, though! What are we going to do? I'm scared, John, really scared."
"Hey, it will get better. I know this isn't a good comparison, but it took me a while to confess to Paul because I gave it time. And that's what you should do. Do you love him?"
"I don't, um. I wouldn't say 'love', but...oh." His jaw dropped. "I love George. I love George! Oh my god, I -" A knock at the door caught their attention. "Did you bring Paul?" Ringo asked. 
"No, I let him sleep in." 
That could only mean one thing. Ringo opened the door and gasped. "Hi?"
"H - hi, Richard. Can we talk about last night?"