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Disclaimer: I do not own John, Paul, George, or Ringo(when he comes in) or any of the songs. I wish I did though.
Chapter 4
George's POV
The next day, me mum and I went to pick up John and we were on our way to visit Marie. We were going to meet her mum there. When we got there, she was still asleep, and her mum wasn't there, so John and I just talked.
"So when did you move to America, John? I just got here yesterday."
"I've been here for a few years. But I miss Liverpool. I miss me Aunt Mimi and me Uncle George."
"You have an uncle named George? That's pretty cool." And we just continued talking for a little while.
Marie's POV
The last thing I remember was seeing George, and he had looked close to tears. As I came to, I heard two people talking. One of them was George, and the other I think was the other boy. I opened my eyes. George saw me.
"Hey, Marie. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. Who's that?" I said pointing at the other boy.
"I'm John."
"I think this goes without saying, but I'm Marie." Then George spoke.
"I was really worried about you." I thought I saw John smirk a little at this.
"Aw, how sweet." I said, teasing him a little like his sister.
"I'll be right back, I gotta go." And he left, leaving me and John. He came over to sit by the bed. Then he said something that kind of surprised me.
"You know, I think he fancies you." Even though I wasn't from England, I knew that meant he liked me.
"I kind of like him too. He's really nice. And I'm a little confused about something. What role do you play in all of this?"
"Well, I called 911 while George stayed with you."
"Oh, well thank you."
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After a day or two,I was able to go home. I felt good to get out of the hospital, but I wasn't allowed anywhere after dark. I didn't like it, but I knew my mom id it for the best. I still hung out with George a lot, and we even hung out with John. I found out he was also from Liverpool.
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Two months later, in October
It was two days from John's birthday, so my mom took me and George shopping for a present. My mom gave me 50 dollars to spend, and George had 20. We found a really good harmonica I figured he would like. It was 60 bucks, so George helped chip in. On the day of his birthday, there was a big party at his house.
"Hey guys!" He said when he spotted us. He was with a really pretty lady that I assumed was his mom. "I'd like to introduce you to me mum, Julia."
"Pleasure to meet you ma'am." I said.
"Please, you may call me Julia." She turns to John. "Is this the girl you were telling me about?"
"Yep. This is Marie." I then suddenly remembered something.
"Oh! John, Happy Birthday!"
"Thanks, Marie." I handed him his present. Instead of waiting, he just ripped it open, getting some glares from his mom.
"A harmonica! Sweet! Thanks Marie." He gave me a hug.
"Actually George helped buy it."
"Thanks George!" He pulled George into a "man-hug".
"No problem. Its a really good brand of harmonica, according to the store owner."
"Yah, it's a good type." He put it to his lips and played a really good little piece. (A/N: Imagine the harmonica part from Love Me Do)
We had a lot of fun, but then my mom came to take me and George home. We were having a sleepover at my house. We played The Game of Life, and I kicked his butt. Around midnight we went to bed.
