Younglings

Paul McCartney?

1954 (George and polly are 11)

Polly turned eleven last week, her mother wanted her to accompany her while she went shopping.

George and polly have been getting even closer now that they're older, Polly can't lie she's starting to think George is kind of cute, but she can't think of her best friend like that now can she.

Polly and her mother were walking down aisles but her mother stopped and started talking to some other lady. I rolled my eyes knowing once my mother Starting talking she won't stop, I realised there was a boy with the lady. He smiled at me, he looked at least a year older then me.

I turned around to look at the cereals.
"Hm so you like cereal then?"
I turned around and was faced with a very pretty boy.
"I'm Paul McCartney by the way, our mothers seem to be friends?"
I nodded slowly, I was enchanted he was so cute. He had a quiff like George and beautiful hazel eyes, perky eyes brows and he was quite tall.
"Paul McCartney?"
He nodded.
"Oh sorry I'm Polly!"
He smiled at me again.
"Nice to meet you polly!"
He shook my hand and held it a little to long.
"Your son's quite the charmer Mary!"
I blushed and looked down
"Mummm!"
She smiled.
"Don't have to tell me that again Anne! May I say your daughter is absolutely beautiful!"
I smiled again
"Don't get any ideas Paul! Polly's saving herself for george!"
"Mum!"
"Ok well Anne Paul and I have to get back home, nice seeing you again!"
Paul came over to me one last time.
"I would love to get to know you polly you should call sometime"
He whispered in my ear slipping a piece of paper in my back pocket.
I blushed.
"I will."
He kissed my cheek and left.
Mum looked at me.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing..."
I smiled and looked at the paper, it had his number and three 'xs' under it.
I smiled, what was he doing to me? Ive only known him for 4 minutes and I really like him.
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We went home, I helped mother take all the groceries up to the house.
I went inside and yelled a hello to dad.
"Hello Polly someones here for you!"
I ran to the kitchen to see George and my dad sitting at the table.

"Oh hey George!"
He smiled and got up.
"Hey polyester!"
I smiled
We linked arms and walked up to my room.
George jumped on my bed facing me, while I looked in the mirror brushing my hair.
I got the paper out of my pocket and looked at it once more, but then George Snatched it out of my hand.
"Oi! George!"
He held it up reading it.
"Ooh Polly got someone's number!"
"Stop George!"
I jumped up trying to get it.
"Georgie!"
He gave it to me and I snarled at him.
"Thanks babe!"
I said.
But deep down George felt a dark jelousy in the pit of his stomach.
You see George has always  liked Polly. But he knows she'll never like him back.
Or so he thought.