George POV 1951
I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry. My knee was beginning to bleed, but I knew if I cried my brother would call me a baby. He was the one who pushed me down, in the first place.
"Oh, come off it George. Your eight years old, stop acting like a baby." My brother countered.
I just got up and ran. A ran down the street, and I only stopped when I bumped into somebody, a girl, to be specific, and knocked her to the ground.
"OW. What was that for?" This strange new girl said.
"I'm sorry lass, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Well that's obvious. Aren't you going to help me up?"
I blushed and stuck out my hand. She gladly accepted it and got to her feet. I then took in this girl. She had stunningly blue eyes and straight auburn hair that went past her elbows. She looked no older than I was.
"So, whats your name?" She asked.
"Uh, G-George. George Harrison. And yours?"
She gave me a wink and a smirk and simply replied, "Ginger. Like Ginger Rogers." She took a deep breath and sighed, "And you know what George Harrison? Someday, I'm gonna grow up and get married, and live in a nice castle, with gumdrop pillows and a rabbit that can talk, like in Alice in Wonderland!"
She then proceeded to take a quick step toward me, give me a peck on the cheek, and turn on her tiny little heel, and walk off.
I simply stood there, watching her walk away. This girl was something else. I didn't know how to put my foot on it, but she just blew my mind.
I mean, girls have cooties, right? They're icky and gross and do nothing but play with dolls all day. Right? Oh who am I kidding? This bird was great.
I didn't realize it quite then and there, but that was the start of two things: one incredible friendship, and a secret undying love for eachother.