"Mother, may I go to another shop?"
She looks at me suspiciously. "Why?"
"I-I just figured that if you're in one shop and I'm in another, we can get more shopping done quickly."
She doesn't say anything for a moment. Then, her answer surprises me.
"All right, fine. Meet me here at the checkout once you're done.
I try my best to hide my eagerness. "Thank you, Mother!"
I walk outside of the shop, making sure that she can't see me from the windows.
I can't see her, so I assume she can't see me either.
I turn.
And I run to him.
I've officially decided that 1965 Beatles are my favorite Beatles. I keep watching their live performance of Help and gahhhh they're so cute, I can't. Comment and vote if you want!
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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...
