Brielle Anderson. A shy, African-American, 22 year old.
George Harrison. A famous guitarist known for his work in The Beatles.
He likes her and she likes him. Nothing strange. But will their relationship be able to last through the troubles that co...
That evening, I went back to my friends and told them the good news. "I'm so happy for you! Look at you! You're growing up and spreading your wings.." Ruth said as she dramatically wiped fake tears from her eyes. "I know! One minute, she's here with us, being a social outcast. Now look at her! Dating celebrities and wearing nicer clothes and stuff.." Jace continued dramatically. "I'm really so happy for you! So happy that instead of waiting for you, I already packed your stuff!" Mimi got out of her seat and went to my room, bringing down my stuff in bags and boxes. I didn't know if I should be thankful or confused, because I was very much of both.
"Thank you. Jace, can you take me and my stuff to George's- I mean MY house?" Wow that felt weird. He bit his lip, holding back tears. "Okay.." He answered in a high-pitched voice. "Come on, guys! Cheer up! This isn't goodbye! I'm not too far away and I'm always one phone call away." I told them, and they got up and we ended up having a group hug. "I'm gonna miss you." Ruth said, and I smiled. "I will miss you all too. Now help me get my stuff to Jace's car." They all helped me bring my stuff to his car. It honestly wasn't much, since a lot of my clothes and shoes were already at the house. I said goodbye to the girls and Jace drove me back "home".
When we got there, he helped me bring my stuff into the house and I said goodbye to him one more time. "Call me soon!" I told him as he said he would and then drove off. I walked back into the house and began to unpack my things. This felt so surreal. I can't believe I'm actually moving in with him. And when I thought about, I couldn't help but smile. Once I got the majority of my stuff put away, I decided to make some dinner for George and I, since he was at the rehearsal for the tour with the guys.
"Alright... turn on some Jimi and Elvis first..." I said to myself as I played the records. Then set the dining table and danced my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a cookbook that was lying around and I looked through it. "Chicken Parmesan and Pasta... alright." I grabbed the items that I needed and a pan to make it in, and I got busy. Now I'm not going to lie, I can cook basic things like pasta and breakfast stuff like eggs. But I'm no professional. I only learned to cook those things so I could survive.
As I was cooking, the music was so loud that I didn't notice George come in. I was dancing around and singing along as I cooked. He slowly came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "AHH- GEORGE! DON'T DO THAT! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" He laughed and he kissed my cheek. "So ye just moved in, and yer already burnin down the house." He looked at what was in the pot and cringed. "What is that?" "It was supposed to be Chicken Parmesan with pasta. I wanted to make dinner for you." He smiled and looked at the cookbook. "I got it from here. Ye can just go and relax." He lightly pushed me in the direction of the main room, but I shook my head.
"I'm supposed to feed you! You just had rehearsal, and I'm pretty sure you want to sit back and relax. You go have a seat and I'll take care of dinner." I walked back towards the stove and he laughed. "Yer a Stubborn one. Alright. We'll make dinner together." I agreed, and we began to make the dinner. Once it was done, we grabbed two plates and George grabbed a bottle of sparkling cider (since I don't drink and he knows that) that he had and opened it. He poured two glasses and placed them on the dining table and I brought the food over to the table.
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We washed our hands and got ready for dinner, then sat across from each other at the dinner table. George took the first bite, and he smiled. "This is great! We should 'ave this more often." He said, eating the dinner. I took a bite of my food, and my eyes lit up. "You're right! This is great!" We continued to eat, as Elvis' "Love Me Tender" played softly in the background. After we finished eating, we grabbed our drinks and clinked out glasses together. "To us and new beginnings." He said, and I smiled. "Cheers." We both drank the cider and sighed, feeling satisfied from good dinner.
After, we washed our dishes and turned the music off and got ready for bed. "Y'know, Brielle, when ye wear things like that to bed, ye make it hard for me." I looked at my outfit. "When I wear what? It's just regular night clothes." "Ye make anything look good. Wear a trash bag tomorrow. Ye'll see." I laughed at his comment and turned to look at him. He was laying down, just watching me. "Just go to sleep, George." He closed his eyes, one of them slightly open and still looking at me.
I ignored his silliness and got into bed when I had finished. "Goodnight, love." I told him and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, love." He kissed me back and I turned off the lamp on my nightstand and I laid down. George's arms found a way around my waist and he pressed his body onto mine, his chest pressing against my back. Then he started placing small kisses on my neck and shoulders. "I couldn't get last night out of me head. I need ye." He pulled me closer and I groaned slightly. "I actually want to sleep." He breathed out, his breath hitting the back of my neck, sending shivers down my back.
