I Want to Tell You [Beatles Fan-Fiction]

Eighteen

"How do you think the tour is going?" Amber asks, playing with George's hair. They're lying on his bed side by side, Amber on her stomach and George on his back.

"No clue. They haven't gotten up here yet." He watches as she attempts to braid two strands of his hair strands together. "That's not going to work very well."

She sighs. "I'm bored. You're boring."

He smiles. "Boring? Do you want to me to be more interesting?"

"Yeah." She nods quickly, bobbing her head like a doll.

"Fine, then." He holds his hands up, making claws, then lunges for her stomach.

"George!" Amber laughs as he tickles her. "St-stop it!"

"You don't sound like you want me to stop!" He grins, jumping on top of her.

She has tears coming out of her eyes. "Really! I'm going to die laughing!"

George pulls his hands away, and still lays on top of her. "Wouldn't want that." He says as she tries to catch her breath.

"My dad used to do that when I was young, every time I cried." She blinks, her face going pale.

"Do you miss that?" George asks, flipping them over so she's on top of him.

"Yeah. I do. I haven't seen my dad since I was..." She thinks for a moment. "Fourteen."

"Fourteen? So it's been five years, then?" He asks, shocked.

"It'll be my birthday in a few days." Amber murmurs, playing with his hair again. "I'll bet he wants to see me."

"Then invite him to England." George says.

"He wouldn't have the money." Amber frowns. "But I'd love to see how he's doing."

"Write him a letter, find out." George points to a pen and some paper on his desk. "Tell him about me, too." He says quietly.

"Can't forget you." Amber smiles, pushing herself off of him. "You are my soul mate, after all."

He chuckles. "Soul mate?"

"Yeah." She sits down at the desk chair. "Made for each other. Like shoes. Sole mate. S-O-L-E."

"Interesting take on it." He nods, his eyebrows pulling together.

"I'm an interesting person."

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"And coming up here, that's George's room." Paul points to a door in the hallway. "Now, beware. You don't know what could be going on in there."

Marilyn giggles. "Open it!" She whispers to Paul.

"Aye, Harrison!" He opens the door, and it hits the wall with a bang. Paul's disappointed to see George lying on the bed, with Amber sitting at his desk.

"Anything interesting happen?" Kimberly looks at their faces, trying to guess what they've been up to.

"Interesting?" George looks at Amber, smiling. "Funny you should use that word." Amber starts laughing loudly, startling Kimberly.

"No, nothing at all." She snorts.

"Doesn't sound like nothing." Rebecca crosses her arms over her chest.

"Really, we've just been talking the whole time." George stares at the ceiling, still trying to stop from exploding in laughter like Amber.

"What about?" Rebecca asks, suddenly curious.

"Well, I know what I'm giving Amber for her birthday." George winks in her direction.

"Of course you do." She laughs. "I'm writing a letter to dad." Amber says to Rebecca.