Imagine... The Beatles

Something

George Imagine :||

Finished! Your room was finally ready. You had remodeled your bedroom. Its painted pink, with your make-up stand, now painted white. You bought pink bed-spread to match your room color.

Your stuffed animals, are arranged neatly on your bed. You wipe your the sweat off your fore head. You pull your pony tail out, letting your hair fall loose. "Y/N! Someone's here to see you!" your mom calls. You quickly throw on a dress. It's Pete!

You walk downstairs, and it's not Pete. It's George. George looked real sad. "Um, Y/N, Pete was making out with another bird." George says. You gasp. You look down the street, and there's Pete, snogging some other girl.

And she was WAY prettier than you! (Not really, your totally more beautiful, gurl.) Angry bubbles in your chest. You push George away, running to Pete. "Pete." you say.

He pulls away. "Babe, it's not what it looks like." Pete says, slowly. "You said you loved me! YOU FUCKING LIAR." you shout. And then Pete punches you, straight in the jaw. You fall. What a jerk, punching a girl. You hear George cussing like mad.

George fires a punch. Pete blocks it, to have George punch his face. Pete runs. And so does the blonde bird with him. George helps you up. You sob. But George pulls you closer, kissing you. "Something in the way you move, attracts me like no other lover." George whispers to you.