❝𝐍𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞...❞
[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄"] 1959. Alexandria Brown has known George Harrison ever since her first day...
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
MONDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1959
George rolled over to look at his calendar as his alarm blared two hours before the school day was supposed to begin. He groaned in utter annoyance as he fumbled blindly in the dark to hit the button on the top of his alarm clock, and then flip the lamp on so he could see the calendar. He reached and pulled off another sheet, then his stomach did an unsettling flip when he saw what was written on today's date.
ALEX TURNS 16!
Hell, he had almost forgotten about it.
It was a huge slap in the face. On the night of December thirty-first every year, as they waited to ring in the New Year, George and Alexandria pulled out the calendars that they received from George's mother for Christmas, and they went through the entire year. They scribbled down important dates onto the pages. George would always pretend to forget Alexandria's just to see how angry she would get. She would always find the nearest magazine and roll it up to whack him upside the head with it.
George felt anger bubble up in his chest, just like he had been feeling every single time he heard Alexandria's name uttered from Paul's mouth. He wasn't angry at her, though, and he wasn't angry at Paul either. He was only angry at himself. He had never in his life messed anything up as bad as he had messed up his friendship with Alexandria.
With trembling hands, he sat up in bed and reached for a pencil that was on his nightstand. Promptly, he scribbled the words on the page out. He could not even bear to look at them right now. Feeling rather forlorn despite the fact that he had only woken up five minutes ago, he flopped back down into his bed. And no matter how warm and inviting it felt, his heart was rather heavy, and it was cold. He wasn't sure how to help himself.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Alexandria felt refreshed. She was in good spirits when her eyes opened and her nose was met with the delicious smell of pancakes downstairs. She had insisted that she didn't need her traditional birthday breakfast this year since money was so tight, but Kathleen hated change, and she hated breaking traditions, so she had done everything in her power to make sure that Alexandria got her breakfast.
Despite the positivity that hung in the air and accompanied everyone on their birthdays, there was an undeniable hole in Alexandria's heart. This was her first birthday without her mother. Alexandria--now sixteen years old--sat up in bed and looked straight ahead at the photo of her other hung on the wall across from her bed. Her heart ached to have her mother burst in with her arms wide open, waiting for a hug from her ever-aging but still her youngest daughter.
Of course, the spectacle hadn't occurred last year either. Alexandria's mother had been wheelchair-bound and far too frail to burst through the door with a wide smile on her face. Instead, she had waited downstairs patiently for Alexandria's father to come up to retrieve his daughter, and that wide smile from her mother was waiting for Alexandria downstairs for the first time in her life.
