George isn't at the curb when I show up, so I sit and wait.
It's a good thing I brought a pen and paper with me.
I continue to write one of my stories until I hear a voice.
"Eleanor?"
I look up.
"Hi." I scoot over for him. "Come join me?"
He nods and sits down, peering over my shoulder.
"What are you writing?"
I shrug. "Just a story."
"Oh...my father writes sometimes."
"Really?"
He nods.
"Where is your family, George?"
He bites his lip. He has a hand in his pocket, and I bet that he's reaching for a cigarette.
"George?"
He doesn't say anything.
I sigh, and continue writing.
"May I read that?" he suddenly asks.
"Ah...it's not finished yet..."
"That's okay," I look over in time to see a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Okay...here." I give him the sheet. He looks down, his eyes darting across the page as he reads.
I've never noticed how pretty brown eyes can be.
"This is really good."
He gives me my paper back.
"Thank you," I blush.
"Have you ever thought about selling your stories?"
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
