Another New SecretG FI can't take this heat anymoreG FI'm crying down on the floorCOhDOh G FI need some answers and I need 'em now G FCan't keep no more secrets, they're spilling outCOhA BWide awake at night staring at the wallD EKnowing if I hear one more word I'm gonna fallDShut up CWalk awayG EI need someone to know what they can't sayDGet upCRun back G EI can't take one more catchD F'Cause every day it gets to meCI'm the confiderEvery day I cannot seeEThey are the liars FJust, shut upCPlease, shut up.Seems every five minutes another problem picks a bone with meAnother friend, with no means to solve their own, I seeOhOhI need someone who can keep their own secrets lockedSomeone I don't have to keep hearing all their issues talkOhOhI feel bad, 'cause I know how it stingsBut
Dear.....You, reading this right now. Tell me, what do you think of yourself?Are you confident, beautiful? At least to yourself?Are you quiet and shy?Do you think you're ugly and a horrible person?Are you insecure about who you are?It's okay.Whatever you think you are, that's the only thing that matters. Forget about that insult that had you crying or laughing a minute ago. Forget about what anyone else thinks of you, and just ponder for a few minutes.What are you....to YOU?
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 2Ringo blinked at them, trying to clear his vision. "I'm fine, guys." 'I think,' he added silently to himself.George frowned at him. "Are you? Seriously, you look like you're going to either pass out or throw up."Ringo waved his hand, irritated. "Guys, I'm fine. Now just finish the bloody rhythms, already."John frowned at 'bloody rhythms', but bent his head to look back down at the chords George was writing out. "What's that squiggle?" he asked, pointing to one.George rolled his eyes and momentarily paused to look at him. He tapped his finger on the paper and hummed, "Go put your glasses on so you can read the so-called squiggle."John reached up and pulled them off the table next to him, slipping them on. The black inky blurs on the page suddenly broadened, cleared.Ringo quietly tapped out a small beat on his drums, trying to clear his head. What was wrong with him now? Without warning, a sudden splash of dizziness came over him. He nearly fell off his stool, but managed to grab t
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 5Paul pondered over the questions in his head. He felt just a bit suspicious at the same time he was confused. Why would George want to know all this? He supposed everyone thought about it at some point....and yet, he got the feeling this was something George always thought about. Why would he always turn something like that over in his head?George shoved himself off the wall and said quietly, "I'm gonna go apologize to Ringo."Paul picked out the key word immediately. He looked at him and said perceptively, "Apologize?"George bit his lip and looked back towards the doors. John would probably be wondering where they both were by now. "Um....slip of the tongue. I meant talk to."Paul frowned, but let him go anyways. He followed him only as far as the hospital entrance, slipping with relief back into the warm air. But he stopped there, letting George go on his own."So how'd that go?" a voice said. Paul jumped and turned quickly around, startled. John was biting back a laugh at his expr
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 4George opened his eyes and looked down at him. He absently flicked the cigar into the wind. "How much did Ringo tell you?"Paul flinched at the detached, icy tone in his normally content voice. "Nothing. He won't talk to us.""So you're hoping I'll say something," he chuckled humourlessly, taking another pull. "Don't hold your breath to that one, James."Paul blinked, surprised. He looked up at him irritably. "Since when did you start calling me James?""Same time I start smoking cigars like food." he said.Paul had enough of the cold mood for a moment. He slapped George's hand, hurtling the cigar onto the cement. He twisted his foot onto it, relishing the moment.George stared at his foot. He dropped his hand and glared at him. "What the hell was that for?!""You need to start taking-whatever this is-seriously!" Paul shouted. "God, I don't understand you two! First, you guys won't talk to each other normally! Then you start acting.....""Bitchy?" George suggested, honestly trying to p
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 3By the time John and Paul came back into the room laughing, Ringo was past the crying and self pity. For some reason or other all he felt was numb.John shoved Paul back into his chair, grinning. "Stay there and don't move." he warned teasingly.Paul leaned back, comfortable. "Whatever. I'm good here."John rolled his eyes and sat down himself. Both looked at Ringo, and suddenly his mood caught onto them. "Are you okay?" Paul asked, concerned."Where's George?" John added, looking at the door as if George would come walking back in. Ringo shrugged, as if he could care less.Paul frowned at him. "Come on. You two were acting really queer before. What went down?"Ringo glared at him when he said 'queer'. He spoke, not caring about his voice at the moment. "Don't say queer."John looked at him quirkily. "What's wrong?""Nothing is wrong!" Ringo exploded. "And I don't know where George went! Go find him and ask him what's wrong!"He closed his eyes, already regretting the words. Both men l
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 1"Are you guys ready to start?" Paul said irritably. His normally-sparkling dark doe-eyes were now sparking with irritation as George and John coordinated something on the guitars."Almost." John answered, distracted."No need to get jealous, Paul." George laughed, looking up at him. Paul rolled his eyes, sitting down to tune the bass a bit. He was glad George and Ringo had accepted them as a couple, but the teasing wasn't always the lightest.Ringo blinked his baby blue eyes. His vision was starting to blur, and he heard a quiet ringing in his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, ignoring the scratches from the drumsticks in his hand. "Maybe....maybe we should just wait, guys. I-if the songs not done yet.""It'll be done in a second." George assured him. Paul frowned at Ringo and said hesitantly, "You feeling okay, Ringo?"John looked at him and added, "You're looking a bit pale, there."
Act NaturallyGeorge subtly took Ringo's hand, smiling as they walked down the street. It was nearly sunset, and enough people were already inside that they didn't have to hide themselves like usual. Ringo smiled at him, his blue eyes unusually bright from the orange and gold glow. "It's nice when we can walk like this." he said, leaning against his boyfriend.George tilted his head, grinning as he set it on Ringo's dark hair. "It is," he agreed. "Makes me feel like I'm just mocking the entire world."Ringo laughed, feeling ecstatic. "That's a good way of putting it." he remarked.George ducked down to peck his cheek. "Thank you. I can say smart stuff too."The older man laughed again. "Yeah. You just decide not to.""So I'm shy," George countered, chuckling. "Big deal."Ringo started to push him away. George clutched him closer and said anxiously, "What are you doing?""If you're so shy..." Ringo teased. George relaxed and laughed with him. "I'm not quite that shy, you know. In fact..." He leaned b
I'm Down Chp. 5Paul looked carefully at him again, but he looked like he'd calmed down a bit. He stared out the window, trying to process his own emotions. Was he scared of doctors? Of course not. Scared? Nah.But maybe nervous. Maybe.John stopped the car in front of the walk-in clinic, but neither made a move to get out. Paul nearly started biting his pinkie again, but John's warning glare was enough to keep his hand down. He gulped and smiled uneasily at him. "Ready?""You're the one getting tested," John pointed out. He smiled reassuringly and kissed his hand. "Whenever you're ready to go, babe."Paul smiled and said, "Can I get one last kiss before we go?"John looked up and kissed him quickly, holding it for a few seconds. "There. One last kiss."Paul chuckled a bit and reluctantly let go of his hand. He frowned, remembering the vicious brats from earlier.John chuckled a bit and rubbed his shoulder. "Forget about them. Now c'mon, before you throw up again."Paul laughed uneasily and followed J