Imagine... The Beatles

The Rickenbacker

George Imagine :||

"One, two, three, FOUR!" John shouts, counting off the beat for the other lads. You sat there, watching them, and listening. Paul was your best friend, and you loved him. But something about the lead guitarist, George Harrison, made you blush.

You looked over at him. God! He had cheekbones that could cut diamonds!, you thought. He turned his head to see you staring at him. You blushed and smiled. George smiled back, and winked.

After the lads stopped playing, you walked up to George. "Could you teach me how to play?" you ask, nodding towards the 12-string Rickenbacker. George smiled, "Yeah, sure." You hugged him, "Thanks George!"

You sat down in a chair, and George placed the guitar in your hands. George took your hand, and placed your fingers on G. He took your other hand and strummed with it. You felt your cheeks burning. George was blushing from behind you.

"Okay, on your own Y/N." George says, putting his hands down. You played a pretty descent G chord. "Perfect!" George says. You sat the guitar down. "I did it!" you say, turning towards George. George nods, and grabs your waist, and spins you around, "You did it!"

George sat you down, still holding your waist. His eyes.. so warm and chocolate like. You felt yourself drawing towards his lips. He felt himself doing the same. When your lips meet, fireworks explode everywhere. Butterflies erupt in your stomach. It felt so perfect!

"Hey George.... WHAT?!" Paul shouts, seeing you and George kissing. "Me best friend? Kissing me other best friend? IM TELLING JOHN! AND LINDA AND RINGO AND MAUREEN AND EVERYBODY!" Paul says, running to find John and Ringo.

The End.
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