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...
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The next day, as I was in the garden, the phone rang. I slowly walked towards the phone, but George had already answered.
"It's for you." He said, handing the phone over to me.
"Hey, Brielle?" The voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Yeah, Mimi?"
"I was getting ready to move out, and I found some of your old stuff and I don't know what to do with them."
"I'll be right over." I hung up and put my coat on, and grabbed the keys.
George didn't say anything to me, since he knows I'm still angry with him.
I got into the car and drove to Mimi's, aka the house we lived in when I first met George and we all lived together.
I walked in, and I barely noticed the place without it's furniture. It brought back a lot of memories. The kitchen countertop was the one I stood next to when George asked me out on our first date.
And the couch, when the boys came over and we all watched a movie, until George and I went to my room and took my virginity. I couldn't stop smiling when I remembered that.
"Hey Bri." Mimi's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and caught me off guard.
She brought down some boxes and I began to go through them.
There were papers and pictures mixed in there. So I grabbed some of the pictures and went through them.
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My heart almost stopped as I looked at the photos. It was as if it were us in a whole other dimension. A dimension where we were in love with each other and nothing, we'll besides Adam, could break us apart.
"Ahh remember those days?" Mimi said, looking at the pictures over my shoulder.
