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With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 4The older man opened up the door, pondering in his head what the weird stares were about. No one had ever looked at him like that, especially not George. After all, they were only friends.... weren't they?George followed him quietly inside, trying his best to keep the smile he could feel building up on his lips. As much as the stare was bugging him, it also gave him a sick sense of amusement. He turned to the ill man in front of him and said, "What should I do first?"Ringo yawned rather loudly and said in a slurred voice, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting more sleep." He threw his jacket onto the couch and stumbled slowly upstairs. George could only assume to do the same.He leaned against the doorway, watching as his friend flopped onto his back on the bed. "You really, really aren't looking good." George commented nervously."Really? I haven't noticed." Ringo pushed himself up, glaring a bit at George.George rolled his eyes, shaking his head. His head drifted to
While My Guitar Gently Weeps Chp. 3I leaned my head back, almost ready to fall asleep myself. I remembered the respirator in my hand. My eyes slid down to it, debating whether to try to put it on him or not. I decided to let it go, give him his space for a few hours.I dropped it on the table next to him. It clattered, maybe a bit too loudly, but luckily it didn't wake him up.I watched while he took deep breaths, having no trouble so far. I was trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. I was too tired, and I shouldn't be staying awake. But I couldn't just leave him alone, either.Talk about a moot point."Can I ask you something?" he said suddenly. I almost fell out of my chair, startled. As it was, I did manage to catch my hand on the bed frame. "For Christ's sake! I thought you were asleep!"He opened his eyes and grinned at me. "I'm a good actor."I just rolled my eyes and sighed, leaning forward. "What do you want to ask, George?"He seemed to hesitate, then asked me something else. "What exactly are my in
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 3He looked over when Ringo didn't move. He rubbed his thick hair, marginally awkward. "Um....we're here, you know.""I know," Ringo growled, keeping his eyes shut. "I really, really don't want to move at the moment."George chuckled and said teasingly, "Get outta my car, buddy."Ringo rolled his eyes internally and opened the door, nearly falling out. He stepped out and stretched, opening his eyes. His irritated expression turned to surprise when he heard the other door closing. He turned to see George locking it shut. His eyes flickered up to him, and he half-smiled.Ringo smiled back, looking at him for a minute. His eyes locked with George's, and suddenly he couldn't seem to look away.'He's got really pretty eyes', he found himself thinking. 'Such a nice colour....'George was looking into his wide blue eyes too, thinking more or so along the same lines. 'Looks kind of like a deer in headlights', he chuckled internally to himself. 'Just so surprised and shocked and adorable......'R
To Be Me...To be meYou couldn't handle the trouble.To be meYou'd have to face the facts.To be meYou'd have to deal with crapThat you'd never think about before.To be meNothing would seem the same.To be meNo one to be with you.To be meTo be unloved and unwanted.To be meBe ugly and stupid.To be meYou wouldn't last one minute.Go ahead. I dare you.