Ringo was playing in the snow. Alone, he did not have much to worry about, besides, of course, the snowman he was attempting to build. That, and avoiding the blasted flying snow George was throwing at him. Ringo stuck out his tongue at the younger man, but ended up catching nothing but a few snowflakes on his tastebuds. They tasted like water, which, to be fair, was what the snowflakes were. Ringo shivered in the cold.
"Getting cold, Rings?" George asked before tossing another ball of snow in Ringo's direction.
He ducked, and the snow landed somewhere behind him. "No, though I do miss my rings."
"Ah, you know you couldn't have brought them out - they'd freeze!"
"I'm freezing myself!"
George laughed. "Aren't we all?"
Ringo shrugged, which only allowed the snow in his hood to fall and pile on his sweater. The coat he wore was buttoned as far as it could go, but the snow could still reach him. Still, the winter weather was nice.
"I love winter," Ringo said.
George retorted, "Even when I throw snowballs at you?"
"Especially when you throw snowballs at me."
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"She Loves You" and Other One-Shots Regarding the Beatles.
FanfictionA collection of one-shots. Naturally, this story will include short one-chapter stories - "one-shots" - about the Beatles and a girl or two. As far as I am concerned, none of these girls actually exist. However, George Harrison, John Lennon, Paul M...
