My classes for the day have been cancelled and I'm bored and too lazy to do homework/ write something serious.



"Look, Rings!" Paul said happily as he walked up to Ringo's bed where the older boy was sitting next to the phone which he had recently hung up. Paul was barefoot and the warm air of the Miami winter entered the room from the glass door that Paul had left open as he walked up to Ringo from the balcony.

Ringo peeked into Paul's cupped hands "What is it?" he asked, looking up at Paul's smiling face. He was so excited about being in Miami, he loved the weather, the view, the people, everything. There wasn't a single thing Paul wouldn't talk about. He tried to seem cooler when the cameras appeared, or when John came into the room. It was understandable, sometimes Paul would seem childish and silly and he didn't want other to see that side of him.

"It's a beetle!" he said with a laugh, opening his hands and showing a small blueish beetle what walked up Paul's hand.

"So are we" Ringo said, smiling at Paul who laughed again, closing his eyes and making some wrinkles appear around his big hazel eyes.

"But this is you" Paul said, sitting next to Ringo and drawing up his hands to Ringo's eyes "See? Blue" he said and the beetle flew off Paul's hand to the open door to freedom. "You brought us luck, didn't you" Paul's eyes were fixed into the clear blue skies.

Ringo stood stilent looking outside too, with a tiny smile.

"But you're not leaving us, are you?" Paul asked. Ringo raised his eyebrows.

"Paul?"

"Well, are you?" he asked, turning to see his friend's face.

"I thought you were talking to the beetle!" Ringo tilted his head back and laughed.

"I am!" Paul retorted with a smile.

"Of course not" Ringo stopped laughing, but the smile stood in his full lips. "Why would I leave?" he asked Paul.

"I don't know, just asking" he said shrugging and standing up, walking towards the open glass door again. "I wouldn't want you to leave" he added as he stepped outside, the warm sun caressing Paul's shoulders as he leaned forwards and looked down at the beach.

Ringo watched him and sighed, shaking his head. He picked up the phone again and dialed his mother's number.