Hello there! This is my second story here so far. This is a George love story, yey! Just A little summary. Claudia Thomas is narrating to us at how she met and loved George. Hope you like this and can i do a favor please? Please give me a review in this story. It would mean a lot. Thanks!
Claudia's POV (all)
I hated George. At first. We were so much different from each other. I've been asking this question ever since I met George. How can it be possible to love someone who is the complete opposite of you? But since opposites attract, and that's how George and I got attracted to each other. George used to annoy me at my finest point. George is clean. And I mean organized and neat. Me? Hehe, you should see my room. It's in a state of calamity always. Also this bugger really bothers me, until now. George loves music. Nope, I mean music is his life and passion. No kidding. He's a brilliant guitarist and he writes good songs. But before I could continue, let's go back to the beginning. The day I met George.
Were both seventeen then. At that time he was back in his hometown, Liverpool alongside with his friends, John Lennon and Paul McCartney and Pete Best from Hamburg. They were local stars, having gigs here and there. But we shan't focus on his career. I met George in our candy shop, the best one in town, so far. He was alone and he was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans since it was chilly that particular day. He went up to the counter and who else could be there to assist him but only me.
"Excuse me. Do you have some jelly babies around here?" he didn't look at me. He rolled his eyeballs in the shop where he can see shelves of different kinds of candy in glass jars. The shop smelled sweet too.
"They are around here," I raised my eyebrows at him and opened a glass cabinet with the jar of jellies inside. I handed it to him with a tong and a paper bag.
"Pick any what you want. Three jellies cost a quarter," He picked eighteen jellies. When he paid for it, he started eating it right away.
"Your jellies taste good," he mumbled.
"Everyone says that around here," I told him flatly. I failed to notice that he was sincere with his compliment. He blushed and continued eating it by himself. I began to realize we were the only people in the shop. Mind you, it is very awkward having nothing to say to him there. I decided to ignore him until he says,
"You work here?"
"Part time. My grandpa owns this shop. I'm just helping run this shop every afternoon for him to attend other obligations."
" so I guess Mr. Kane is your grandfather? Your shop's called Candy Kane."
"Right, smart guy." I rolled my eyes at him. Everybody around here knows that.
"So what's your name?" he asked.
"Caramel Marzipan,"
"Really."
"Well, I won't tell you," I said bluntly. "You're a stranger."
He grinned. Right then, I noticed his crooked smile which is actually cute. But that didn't come to mind at that time.
"Alright. I'll introduce meself first. I'm George Harrison, seventeen, lead guitarist of some band and live three blocks away from here. Your turn."
This guy was demanding. I sighed. "Claudia Thomas, seventeen, a member of no band, won't tell you her address and fun meeting you. That's all, now bye2!"
George chuckled. "Friendly girl, are you? Is this how you acquaint with people?" His voice had a hint of sarcasm. Before I could tell him off, he was out of the shop. Outta sight. Outta mind.