I go home blushing, thinking about the kiss.
My mother meets me at the door.
"Is that smoke I smell?!"
"Mother, I—"
"You're blushing! What have you been doing?!"
"I—"
"Have you been going out to meet some boy?!"
Before I get the chance to defend myself, I suddenly feel a stinging sensation across my cheek.
She slapped me.
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His Name Is George (George Harrison) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionThere's a boy I see on the street sometimes. I've tried talking to him, but he doesn't say much. Though, he has told me one thing. His name is George. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As...
