A/N: Hi guys! I'm back. And hopefully for good this time!

I just wanted to say hello, and that my other account (The original TheCrazyViolist) is no longer active. It's now titled "INACTIVE AND NO LONGER USED". It's just sitting there, and I will not post on it anymore. This is my new account, so go ahead and delete the other from your favorites lists.

And I seriously promise to you all that I'm staying. I look back and I was at my happiest writing Beatles fanfics. I thank all of you for those wonderful times and I hope we can have more Beatle-y goodness!

Here's a little snippit that I wrote real quickly just to avoid getting taken down for a non-story posting.

Disclaimer: Don't own em.

"Um, hey," George said quietly to the boy sitting opposite him. His hair looked wet and shiny, the product of yet another case of over-gelling, and he smelled faintly of cigarettes and soap, a scent which made George's stomach turn knots. This boy was older than him, most of his good friends were, but despite the difference in age, George felt comfortable around him. More comfortable then he felt with a lot of lads for reasons he didn't want to acknowledge. Well, reasons he was about to confess to the boy.

The boy looked up at George, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He placed his guitar by his side, smiled and nodded in greeting. "Hello, Georgie Harrison. What can I do for you?"

"Um, I just want to talk," George replied in almost a whisper.
His hands shook slightly and he felt weak with anxiety.

"Well, get on with it," the boy said as he picked up his guitar again and absentmindedly plucked a few strings. "I've got things to do, son."

George began to have second thoughts about something he had felt strongly about earlier. He awkwardly sat on the bench next to his friend and laced his fingers together. A bit of bile coated his throat and it took all of George's will not to abandon the lad for the comforts of his little home. He took a deep, cleansing breath and said, "I've got this crush."

This seemed to fully capture his friend's attention, for he stopped his practicing and turned to face George. "Little Georgie Porgie has a crush? Spill it, lad. Name?"

It was now or never, George thought. He took a long look at the boy next to him and sighed, gazing up at the blue sky. "J-John Lennon."

"Please tell me you're joking," John whined, placing a hand on his forehead dramatically.

George shook his head and hung his head low, too afraid to meet John's eyes.

"What the fucking hell, George?" John shouted without thinking, totally taken aback by George's confession. "Me? You're a bloody queer, George."

George bit his lip to keep from crying, the tears threatening to spill over at any moment. "I-I'm sorry, I just thought you should know."

"Well, yeah!" John quickly, still very surprised by George's words. George had a crush on him? Why? John was utterly confused. As a distraction, he began to gather his things hurriedly to leave.

"John," George whispered. A single tear ran down his cheek and dripped off his chin. "I'm sorry."

John just shot him a look of disgust before jogging away, towards the direction of Mendips.

"I am not queer," John said to himself. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder what if he was...