"Eleanor?" The next morning, George looks surprised to see me.
"Hi George," I smile softly, "I um, got something for you."
Blushing, I hand him the gift. He looks surprised, but takes it anyway.
"Go ahead and open it," I urge him.
He opens the gift. His surprised expression turns to one of utter awe and...happiness. He almost looks like he wants to cry.
"Oh my God," he takes the guitar pick from its box.
"Obviously, I couldn't afford a new guitar," I blush again. "I hope it's a nice substitute."
"But...I took your money," George looks down. "How did you manage...?"
"That's my little secret."
Soooo, I hope it's clear now the the store she broke into was a music shop. I find the fact that she broke into the store for a $5 guitar pick quite funny, don't you? Comment and vote if you want!
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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...
