1963

It'd been quite a year so far for George. His band, The Beatles, had gone from a little band to the hottest thing in England--and their fame was spreading to the States, aswell. It was an exciting time for him. And you, you'd been his best friend through it--besides the guys in the band, of course. You'd been his friend pre-fame, and now during. However, throughout those years a crush had developed. George feared greatly of ruining your friend though; you were a huge support, and losing you would hurt him lots. George was at your home, visting. It was one of the very few times he'd get peace and quiet, and being the quiet guy he was, he enjoyed this time alot. And he'd been building the courage to admitting his crush to you. Today was the day. "Uhm...can I tell you a somethin'? Been keepin' it a secret for a while." George manages out, fairly nervous.