I sit in my room and stare down at the gift for several minutes.
I yelled at George for stealing and then I turn around and do the exact same thing.
The thought makes me feel sick...but it's too late now.
I've already done it.
I sigh and put the gift in a small box before wrapping it up.
I hope he likes it.
I'm going to try to update a lot today and tomorrow because in two days we're driving (me+cars=no bueno, apparently) to New Orleans (this could turn out to be the best experience of my life or the worst) for a day and then a day or two after that, we're driving the 14 hour trip (once again, in a cAR) back home. 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...
