I stare down at my poem for several minutes after finishing it.
Finally, I crumple the sheet into a ball and throw it into a corner.
It's not good enough.
I need something better.
But...George took my money.
I sit and think for several minutes, but finally, an idea comes to me.
The thought terrifies me, but I want to get George a gift more than anything.
I'll do it.
Tonight.
Friendly reminder that I keep my time periods vague for the most part so, while it may seem like this is all happening very quickly, several days have actually passed between them fighting, making up, etc. Comment and vote if you want!
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
