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Flowers For Your Crown

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Whether it was a sunny or rainy day, George Harrison was working in the garden. Did it matter to him that his employer observed him everyday through his window? No, perhaps it never crossed his mind that Ringo’s kind gestures towards him were worth more than what they seemed. Well at least to George it was nothing more than kindness. Perhaps he wasn’t as oblivious as he let on to be. To Richard Starkey or better known as Ringo Starr to his family and friends (which included his staff as well); George Harrison gave him that feeling you get when you perform on a stage for the first time. Or when you ride a rollercoaster and feel light headed afterwards.
He dismissed those feelings at first when he met the younger man; however, they had grown more intense over the long months of winter. Perhaps the cold was getting to him, when was the last time he had the heating checked? Nevertheless, George Harrison was a kind man with a tall stature that intimidated his employer, (only a bit). Everyday is a dream to Ringo, imagining the impossible while watching out his balcony window. To call Harrison his own. To imagine such a relationship with your gardener would seem improper for a man of such standard. As nonviable as seemed, nothing was impossible to Ringo Starr

Everyday started when his feet hit the floor, and waking up at noon was not abnormal. Starting at five in the morning, however, was a rare occurrence. Ringo would never get up that early for anyone, no only for George Harrison. He smiled gently to himself as he recalled the events of the night before.

* Flash Back *

Sitting in George's humble living room accompanied by his small dachshund Maxwell, Ringo found himself in some form of predicament. In his view sat a very tired Harrison, (who might I add, had been on the verge of becoming non existent to the world) and he wanted to ask him around for tea tomorrow. It seemed simple, as though a toddler prodding their mother for a lolly or chocolate. To Ringo on the other hand, the simplicity was far too unmanageable. It wasn't so easy when your heart was beating out of your chest.


"Wouldyouliketohaveteawithmetomorrow?" Ringo had blurted. Unfathomed by the sudden outburst, a slow rumble-like laugh came from the younger man. He looked up at his employer and gave him a look somewhere in between 'What,' and 'Repeat what you just said, but slower.' In his mind he said it slower, the thought was soon cut off when George spoke his mind,

"Would you mind repeating yourself? A bit slower as well," as he adjusted himself in his leather seat. Ringo only nodded in reply.

"Would you like to come 'round to have tea with me tomorrow," A droned deep voice came from him.

"Yes of course! I would be gracious to,"

"Is noon alright or," The older man prodded, already doubting himself.

"Noon couldn't be better,"

"It's a date then,"

Never once did he it would happen like this, a 'date' with his gardener. Which in this day of age would be frowned apon. Perhaps he could figure out his favourite sweet and make the younger man. Except, what was his favourite sweet? How would he even manage to make it? An intruding thought pops up amidst these questions about earlier in the year he mentioned something about peanut butter and chocolate eggs. That's it! Those were simple enough to make, he'd made them before for a housewarming party; perhaps he could make them again. Hmm although he could go for cake bites, they were simpler to make but George detested them.

With that he nodded and led himself to the door.

* End Flashback *

Now he was sitting in the kitchen staring at the ingredients placed in front of him. Andddddd..... he completely forgot how to make them.
“Brrring! Brring!”
Of all the time today someone had to call at 5 O'clock, in the morning.
Ringo reached for the phone and clicked the answer button.

"Starr residency, this is Ringo Starr speaking,"

"Ahh Mister Starr, this is Paul McCartney. I'm not sure if you remember me but we were acquaintances in college. We took the same finances course our final semester,"

"Macca!?!? Is it really you old man?"

"Old man? Is that really how you remember me, last time I checked you were older than me, sir," Paul laughed.

When both men were in college they did in fact take the same course, but they also had had a relationship. Alas, the lovers spell that was cast upon them flew away, leaving them with nothing but heartache for another. Ringo had found his feelings for George, while Paul found John. After their 'fling' they lost touch, not that they wanted to but because Paul lost his phone book and numbers which included Ringo's.

There was an awkward silence between the two, maybe the fact that neither had talked to each other in many years. Or awkwardness of ex-lovers that was bound to be.

"So, I just wanted to ring you because I found my combination to my old safe that held all of my numbers. I hope you know that my old phone book was burned in a fire a few years back, and that I wasn't ignoring you because of our falling out. Is there anything I could do to make you forgive me?"

"Oh. I um, it's. It's uhh. No problem, its alright. All is forgiven." He paused taking a shaky breath.

"Well actually, yes there is something that you can do. Can you make chocolate peanut butter sweets?"