Beatles Preferences

♡Strawberry Fields Forever- ♡George

                              Era:1961
Picnic!
For clarity: Y/F = Your Favorite
Y/N POV:
"George! Just tell me how you feel," I mumbled in my deep slumber.
"Love, I feel—"
Unfortunately I never heard a response because the glaring yellow sun woke me up. I couldn't stay mad for long though, as I remembered that I am hanging out with my best friend and next-door neighbor, George Harrison. We are going on a picnic at our special spot in the meadow, and I really hope that he tells me how he truly feels about me.
We've been friends for God knows how long, but ever since I turned 12 my heart fluttered whenever I was with him. I brushed those thoughts aside and quickly got ready; I said goodbye to my mum and walked towards the beautiful meadow.
GEORGE POV:
I got up quite early this mornin' to prepare for me date with Y/N— me best friend and the most beautiful girl in the world. I don't think she realizes that I love her in a more-than- friends way. That didn't really matter much to me because I am trying to change that today; I am going to tell her how I feel and hope for the best. I grabbed me guitar, a picnic blanket, and a basket filled to the brim with Y/F food. Then I happily skipped off to the Strawberry Fields.
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Y/N POV:
I arrived at Strawberry Fields at quarter past twelve, but George was nowhere to be seen. "Did he forget about our date?" I worried. Then a lightbulb went off in my mind: George is a jokester, so he's probably hiding somewhere. I thoroughly searched for him, and I was about to leave when a voice startled me nearly to death:"Hey,Y/N!"
I jumped and then looked up at the giant tree next to me; that little shite was perched high up, laughing at my struggles to find him.
He jumped down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me towards a gorgeous little setup: an array of Y/F flowers, a checkered picnic blanket, and his Gretsch Duo Jet guitar. We sat down and enjoyed a playful conversation as we ate.
GEORGE POV:
As she melodically laughed at something stupid that I said, I decided that I have to tell her the truth. "Y/N, I— I—uh have something to tell you," I stuttered. Great, now I sound like a stupid little boy instead of an 18-year-old!
"Go ahead," she stated with a large grin.
I nervously shoved a sandwich into me mouth and said, "Ireallyreallylikeyouandwishweweredating".
Her faced contorted into a nonplussed expression as she tried to decipher what I just said. I tried again slowly this time, "I really really like you and wish we were dating."
She thought for a minute, pulled me close to her, and kissed me.
"Success!" I shouted.
Then I pulled out me guitar and sang a love song that I penned just for Y/N. The birds chirped along, as if they loved the song too. The sun lit up her sparkling eyes, and all was well. ❥
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