I Need You •George Harrison

• Chapter One •

Rose walked into her new classroom, shy and timid. She fiddled with a ruffle in her pretty sky-blue dress that her mother picked out for her, looking at all the other students, playing with dolls or blocks.

She looked at all of them, happy and smiling. All, but one.

A little boy sat in the corner, playing with the few toys he had. Nobody played with him; nobody acknowledge him.

"Come, Rose. Let's get you settled," her mother said, pushing her along.

Her mother led her to the back of the room where they had cubby spaces for the children's book bags.

As her mother went to talk to her teacher, Rose took her bag and stuffed it into the space.

She finished putting it away and turned around. She found her mother standing at the desk, talking to the teacher. Her eyes glanced at the children, still at play. Then her eyes fluttered to the boy again, but only this time, we was looking at her, too.

As soon as their eyes made contact, her glanced back down at his toys, cheeks heated.

Rose made her way over to him, and stood in front of him.

He slowly ran his eyes up to her face, looking at her once again in the eyes. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and his eyebrows were furrowed together. His hair was mostly to the right, hanging in his face.

"Hello," Rose said.

"Hello," the boy replied.

"I'm Rose." She said and sat down in front of him.

"My name is George," he said, eyes following Rose as she sat down on the green faded mat.

"What're you playing?" Rose asked him, shifting toward him.

"Oh, nothing, really. Just anything that comes to my head," George says, pushing a toy truck with his fingers. "Why aren't you playing with the girls?"

"I like toy cars more than dolls," Rose said. "and besides, I'm not like other girls..."

Rose trails off, leaving George wondering what she meant by that.

But he just nodded and continued pushing his cars around.

"Here, you can play with one if you like," he said, handing her a faded red car.

"Thanks." She says as she placed it down on the mat and pushes it around.

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The two children grew fond of each other in the next few weeks that passed. During free time, they would play with George's toy cars inside on rainy days, as they did on that first day, or when outside, they would play on the equipment or on the swings. Each would take turns pushing the other one, making them both giggle and laugh.

But one day when George was pushing Rose on the swing, a third grader named Troy came up to them with his two friends.

"Oh, look! George's got cooties 'cause he touched a girl!" Troy exclaimed.

"Hey! Don't say that!" Rose said, jumping off the wood seat.

"Oh, looks like she likes him!" Troy said, his friends snickering and laughing.

"Well if I've got cooties..." Rose mumbled and ran up to Troy and threw her arms around him, making him squeal like a girl.

"Agh! I'VE GOT COOTIES!" He screamed and ran in the other direction, his two friends following closely behind him.

Rose huffed in satisfaction and turned back to George. He just stood there, mouth agape and eyes bulging.

"What?" She said, walking back to him, giggling.

He still stood there, eyes fixed on her, mouth still gaping.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome, George. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." She said and placed her left hand above her heart and her raised her right hand.

"And I'll do the same for you," he said and did the same thing.

They both laughed and George sat on the swing and Rose pushed him.

"Hey Rose?" George said.

"Yeah?" Rose said, propelling him forward.

"I don't think you have cooties," he said.

Rose stopped pushing him, and stared.

"Really?" She said.

"Really," George said and hopped off the swing.

He looked at her, but his eyes were reverted to something beside her.

"Wait a second," he said and ran behind her to the object that caught his eye.

He knelt down on the grass and plucked the small pink flower from its base and ran back to Rose, still waiting at the swing.

"Here," he said and held out the flower for her.

"Oh, thank you George!" She said and accepted the gift before pulling him into a hug.

At first he hesitated, mind confused by what was happening. But then he wrapped his arms around her in a small hug.

When they pulled apart, he took the flower back and tucked it behind her ear.

"There we go," he said and stood back, admiring his work with a smile on his face.

Rose brought her hand up to her ear and felt the flower behind her ear. She smiled.

Just then, the bell rings and the children start running inside, trying not to be the last in, for safety of not being it next recess for tag.

The two ran to the doors with the other children and made their way to their classroom, sitting down at their desks.

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Hello! NEW STORY!!!! YAY! Also I really wanted to do a Beatles fanfic so ya lol.

I hope you all like it as much as you seem to be enjoying my other story.

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