Younglings

Cant get you off my mind

1959 (George and polly are 16)

Polly is turning into a very beautiful woman, she also has made quite a relationship with Paul. They've been friends for about 5 years now. Paul always flirts with her. She doesn't mind it though.

George also seems to like Paul, they hang out.
We have a group now.
Me
George
Paul.
We get along well. George does have weird moments with Paul though.
But some interesting news is that Paul George and some other lads formed a group! Well George and Paul joined a group.
George won't let me watch them I don't know why? I've seen George play before he's really talented. So is Paul!
Although Paul is letting me watch them rehearse tonight. George doesn't excatly know but I really want to watch them play!
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I came back from school and dressed up quite well, I straightened my long blonde hair and left it out. I wore a black skirt and a white blouse. I put some final touches like a bit of  make up and some well needed perfume.
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I meet Paul at his house.
I knocked on the door.
"coming!"
A younger boy opened the door, he was the spitting image of Paul so I'm guessing he's his brother.
He looked me up and down and smiled.
"Paul a very very pretty girls here."
I heard a stumble but then saw Paul.
He smiled at me.
"Wow Polly you sure sure do look beautiful..."
I smirked
"why thank you Macca not to bad yourself!"
I came in and saw an older boy sitting on the couch with his legs up.
Boy was he hot. He had the of course the Elvis quiff a black shirt with a leather jacket and some jeans.
"Oi John I told you not to put your legs up on me mum's table!"
Paul's mother who I really got to know passed away which really killed Paul.
I mean why wouldn't it!?
"I'm sorry Paulie."
He looked at me and smirked
"Who's the bird then?"
Paul smiled
"Polly this is the infamous John Lennon, John this is Polly Matthews."
Polly smiled.
She gave him her hand but unexpectedly he kissed it gently.
I blushed furiously.
"How nice it is to meet you polly."
"Why thank you John."
I plopped myself next to Paul.
"You don't think George will shit himself to bad if he saw me here Paul?"
Paul shook his head.
"Nah pols he's just embarassed John will pick ye up."
I laughed
"No one can just pick me up McCartney."
"We'll see about that."
John said with a wink.
"See what I mean he's already flirting!"
Paul said
"Yeah you weren't so different Paul!"
He looked down and smiled.
We started conversation about there band and music, but we were interrupted by a knock.
"Coming!"
Paul ran to the door.
"Ello Georgie lad!"
I heard from the doorway.
I grew nervous, I don't know why George didn't want me to watch them. But I'm here now and I'm not leaving.

George walked into the room and immediately looked at me.
"What's Polly doing here?"
"Nice to see you to George."
I said with a frown
"George I said she could watch."
He smiled lightly
"Whatever."
He said boldly, his words and tone hurt me.
I really don't know why he was so against me watching.
"Oi Polly don't worry about him hes just nervous."
John whispered in my ear.
I smiled.
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After the rest of the band came in I listened to them play. They were amazing! I loved it so much!

There were a coupple of drinks so I was a bit tipsy.
I was sitting on Paul's lap, singing along to "that'll be the day"
George was giving me dirty looks the entire time, which I tried to ignore but it was hard.

He's been my best friend since 1950.
I don't want to loose him. He really understands me. Like no one else does.
We connect Unlike other people...

I did a solo Singing the last of that'll be the day. All the boys laughed. I turned to Paul whom I was sitting on. He smiled and whispered
"That was amazing Polly."
Then out of no where he kissed me.
I kissed back and I felt him smile into it.
I pulled back watching him smile.
"Fuck this I'm out."
George left getting his jacket and slamming the door behind him.
"Wait!"
I ran out after him.
"George! Wait what's wrong."
It was 11pm at night and it was raining lightly.
"Just piss off Polly."
I frowned
"No George I won't piss off until you tell me whats wrong?!"
He turned around and walked over to me fast.
I got a little scared and flinched when he pointed at me violently.
"The fact you don't know annoys me."
He spat at me.
"Tell me George!"
He looked at me our faces were so close. Closer then they've ever been.
He looked at my lips then back to my eyes.
Was he going to kiss me?!
He repeated but then blinked and with that he walked off.
"Wait George!"
No reply. A single tear rolled down my cold cheeks.
I stood there in the rain, alone, cold and scared.
Had I just lost George?