A/N: Finally satisfied with me fifth chappie! :D I re-read it like ten times editing and making it perfect for Georgie's mindset. Oh god, do I love his Scouse! (:

George's POV

"P.E. sucked." I look at one of me best mates, Paul, who'd started complaining 'bout something or another. Probably something to do with a bird... again.

"Why, what happened?"

"Nothin' just... Mandy." I told ya I'd guessed it.

"Awww, what'd she do?" Teasing him's the best thing, 'specially when he gets frustrated.

"She didn't do anything, I did." He sighed and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor bloke. She must be more than just another bird to him. "I tried to stand up for John, who was bein' an arse, but I ended up sounded like an arse meself. Oh god, I hope I didn't make her cry."

Mandy? Crying? I just couldn't see it. She was so... I don't know, strong or something.

"I feel so bad; She's a real gear bird." He was poutin' and he looked real pitiful.

'Aw, Paulie, it'll be okay, mate. Let her be for a while so she can cool down. She's a bit to fired up right now."

"Yeah, I know. I feel like a bloomin' idiot, though."

I looked at the poor guy. He really did look ike an idiot with that hair that he and John insisted was "real gear." I'd stopped wearing mine like that a couple o' months ago. Then again, it's quite fun watching him and John make fools of themselves, which they did on a regular basis. Good times...

"...and then when I was gonna go after her, her friend stopped me. Real gear, that chick. Funny, too. Think her name was Shelby or something like that.." He continued, "Either way, Mandy's pissed at me." Another pout.

"Don't worry Paul, the way the birds 'round here follow afta' ya, she'll be back in no time," I reassured him.

"But she's not like other birds, George. She thinks differently, ya know? Real individual."

"Like I said: Don't worry... Now about that Shelby chick." I winked, toyin' with him.

Paul rolled his eyes. "Wow, Harrison," he chuckled.

"Whaat,ya can't have all the birds to yerself, ya know."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," he said with his signature wink.

Now it was my turn to roll me eyes. "Concieted, aren't we? My, my Macca, that's not very attractive, 'specially to a gal like Mandy." Teasin' him, I raised me eyebrows.

"Oh, shaddup, now look who's bein' the arse."

I pretended to think about that. "Nah, still you."

"Jerk."

"Now, don't be mean, McCartney, or I'll tell Mandy about yer li'l obsession..." I hinted devilishly. "I wonder how she'd take it to find out that Paul McCartney likes-"

"I'll cripple ya if ya even finish that sentence!" His eyes glared evilly.

"We all know ya can't catch me if I run." Hadn't I proven that many times before? Macca always hated bein' beat at anything, but not as much as John.

"Well, I've always been great at suprise attacks," he countered.

"You're forgetting that I haven't even told her."

"Yet."

"Very true, my friend. But ya never know with me."

"Oh dear, yer almost as bad as John," he sighed. "Almost."

"Now how could a sweet, innocent, li'l bloke like me be like John Lennon, hm? It just dosen't match up."

"Now who 're ya gettin' at? I see no sweet 'nd innocent bloke any where near here."

I chuckled. Messing with Paul's so entertaining.

A/N: Ooh, can George Harrison be a devil sometimes. It's always the quiet ones, I tell ya. Ya gotta watch yerself 'round those blokes. *finishes Scouse accent* (: