"You're 16, you're beautiful and you're mine" Ringo Starr — You're Sixteen

1965

Life in Swinging 60s was full of excitement. You were living a normal life of a teenage girl in UK, going to Art School, listening to The Beatles. Your life was pretty much predictable, until you got a boyfriend.

During one of the lunch breaks in school, you stumbled upon a lad. He was tall, lanky, with dark curly hair. The very first moment you saw him, you thought he looked like some Greek god. Little did you know he was going to be your partner for an art project.

You and Brian grew close, then too close for just friends. You two completed each other and were almost inseparable. You didn't realize how quickly you fell for him... After some time you two finally managed to nudge yourselves to confess and become a couple. He was 2 years older than you but that was never a problem for you.

Brian was caring and sweet, you wondered how the hell you got so lucky to have him by your side. You kept your relationship a secret from parents, Brian knew yours wouldn't approve. Pretending to be just friends, you two loved each other dearly.

It was evening, you and Brian were in your room. You told your mom he was gonna help you with Maths for exams. You knew it wouldn't look suspicious, Brian looked like that 'nerd' type every mom is fond of. But instead of studying, you two were having great fun: Brian brought you some of his new discs, so you could listen to them together.

Now you two were lying on your bed, with goofy smiles on your faces, talking and laughing and living your best lives. Nothing seemed to matter.