A/N: Hello there. w Ehh, im writing. Im not a good writer. D: But i like the beatles and have a friend who reads these, and you know. I had to. This is my first time writing a beatles fanfiction so bjksdfjksdfuhydrd This would take place around 1964 when they came to america...Well...You'll see fffffffffff. Its short. But im being kicked off the computer and i need at least ONE chapter done/
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I slipped on my roller blades and strapped them on carefully. It was january, and it was still snowing. It was cold and I hate the cold. But I would rollerblade a mile to hang with my friends. I wondered if wed play beatles rockband. We usually do. I dont know, I guess being in florida for so long made the winters seem unbearable and clod and depressing. I just got used to the happy sunshine and smiling faces. The wheels on my rollerblades slid across the concrete and I turned up my ipod louder. I skidded to a stop at the corner of a busy road and waited for an opening to go across. The cars had a space in them and the rollerblades took me across as fast as they could. I skidded to another stop to avoid a small red corvette. It was speeding, and it just was a hair away from smashing me. I sighed heavily and rolled across. A few more streets...
I steadily walked up to her house, and knocked on the door. Her mother answered me with a soft smile and a wave.
"Is Chesney home?" I asked. I peeked past her a little bit but didnt see her. Her mother smiled at me and nodded.
"Yes, shes downstairs.." She replied. Her mother continued talking. "Shes in the basement. Are you thirsty Harmony?" She asked me. I tucked some of my brown hair behind my ear and shook my head. I looked at my phone screen and stared into my own green eyes. I hated my green eyes, I wished they were blue. Blue eyes are prettier. I trotted down the steps, glancing at the pictures on the wall like I usually do. And sure enough, chesney was sitting there playing beatles rock band. I smiled and sat on the couch.
"Hello." She said, finishing up the song and setting down the bass. I tried not to laugh and replied,
"Goodbye." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Why?" She asked.
I shrugged. I ran my fingers through my hair and she pointed at the microphone so I grabbed it. We played a couple of songs. I didnt think I was a good singer but they always told me so. They as in most people that had heard me sing but I sure wasnt any good. I veiwed the world in shades of gray, and only saw colors in music and art. But soon enough, i would be open to all of that color I didnt see. I don't know about chesneys exact thoughts but Im pretty positive those were turned around compleatly after this little story here. The story you all have decided to read. It was eye opening for me. I finally will see the pretty shades of pink and blue and orange and green and purple, and every other color...Metaphorically of course.