Okay, maybe not cry into bawling, or shaking shoulders but maybe a tear or two slipped down his face. 'He really does love me.' he thought and closed the book when he heard Ringo shuffling around. He put it back on the nightstand and lied back in bed with Ringo.
Paul just watched Ringo sleep for a few minutes until he woke up then pecked his nose. "Morning." he smiled. "Did you just kiss my nose?" Ringo giggled. "So? You know, I was thinking that since John and George have each other, maybe we should get together?" he asked.
That woke Ringo.
"You're not interested in birds?" Ringo asked. "What for? They have their "monthly visitor" every two weeks and you can never guarantee that you can get one that isn't on theirs at the moment." Paul replied. "Well, I don't know. Maybe we should try them out." Ringo said and got up. "Well then, how about you and me just try kissing? For the fun of it." Paul smiled.
Ringo noticed the tear stain on Paul's cheek and wondered if he was reading his journal behind his back. "Were you crying?" he asked. "Oh, just had a sad thought earlier. No biggie." Paul answered and wiped the stain away.
Ringo smacked his lips and made a disgusted face. "I'm gonna go brush. Morning vomit is not a good taste." he chuckled. "You should eat, I don't wanna waste our money on uneaten food. Oh, and can you put my journal back in my suitcase?"
Paul's heart fluttered at the mention of his journal, thinking he'd been caught, but did it anyway. He ate the cold breakfast and saved the orange juice for Ringo, drinking the coffee for himself. It wasn't the same as Ringo's coffee, but it was coffee nonetheless, cold coffee that is.
"So? Are we gonna have another night here or what?" he asked cutting the steak. Ringo came out with toothe paste dripping from his mouth, nodded and went back to spit. Paul phoned up the house and told John and George they were gonna stay another night.
Ringo came out and breathed. "Mm, minty freshness." he giggled and sat down to watch tv. "They said "Ok, we'll just be naughty with each other again." Paul chuckled lightly. "Oh, those boys just can't get enough of each other, can they?" Ringo smirked.
At the house, George had John in chains on the bed. "You'll never make me talk!" John exclaimed grinning. "Oh, I'll make you talk, if it takes me all day!" George grinned and pounced.
"So, do you wanna try?" Paul mumbled. "Try what?" asked Ringo. "Kissing." Paul answered, slightly blushing. Ringo blushed a little more prominently, "Uh, tonight, I guess. I wanna do some, some um, shopping." he said dryly. "I thought you said you wanted to spend all day just lying around." Paul said, leaning into Ringo's personal space.
"Paul, are you feeling ok?" Ringo asked moving away and getting nervous and blushing more. "I'm fine. I just wanna kiss you, that's all." Paul whispered and leaned closer but Ringo fell out of bed again. "Are you ok?" Paul asked helping him up. "Yeah, although I am a little nervous around you now." Ringo answered and straightened his clothes.
"Look, it'll just be a small one, ok?" Paul said and brought Ringo close. "Well, just a small one." Ringo replied, still blushing and placed his hands on Paul's shoulders. Paul pressed his lips to Ringo and found him trembling, but soon melted right into it and kissed back.