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1956
George had just met the weirdest boy on the bus weird but intriguing,he continued to blab on about they’re shared interest in music and rock and roll (most importantly),the boy was talking about all the new rockstars rising to fame over the pond some even george himself did not know,
”anyway my stops soon and i never got your name”said the boy
“George…harrison”
“Well I’m paul,paul McCartney my actual name is James but thats my dad’s name, and paul just sounds better doesn’t it ?”paul blathered
“Well i like James,but you suit paul,paul McCartney sounds proper rock’n’roll !”george replied
“Anyway bye paul this is my stop,i hope to see you round school”
“Bye George see you tomorrow!” Paul hollered
George shot up from the dusty bus seat wobbling his way down the aisle,why did he get up so early?,george thanked the bus driver exiting the rickety 86 bus.His house was a few minutes away by foot,george opened the door of his childhood home his mother,Louise, greeting him
“Geo how was your first day at your new school?,get up to anything fun”
“Well i made a new mate on the bus today,paul,he likes music too”he replies
“Oh geo! Im so happy what instrument does he play?,you have to invite him over soon to practice!”she glees
“Yeah i dont know mum we just met maybe soon,”
“Oh okay geo,Well what do you want for tea?-“
“ I’m alright mum I’m not that hungry ill just go to sleep”he mutters
Something was different about george,not just his terrible mood swings due to puberty,but the fact that he was different to other boys his age.He wasn’t really a boy from birth George recently came out to his mum about not feeling like girls his age in-fact not being a girl at-all,she was accepting,everything George could’ve hoped for but if he really wanted to be seen as a boy he needed to move schools leading him to Liverpool Institute High School for Boys in all true fullness his day was shit no one talked to him at-all now only making a single ‘friend’ on the bus.Hopefully paul will take him under his wing so he doesn’t seem like a lonely gimp for the second time at school,george narrates as He drifts to sleep in his redecorated room.
George new uniform was not flattering let alone comfortable,the ugly blazer hugged the ugly jumper he was forced to wear.George styled his hair into a ‘quiff’ hairstyle taken inspiration of a new rockstar Elvis Presley,the coolest guy ever,his hair thick with pomades and grease ready for his shitty day at his shitty school.
“GEORGE”paul basically bellowed from the back of the bus,At least ten people turn to look at him or at paul,great.George made his way to the back of the wobbly bus
“Hiya george,you look great i love your hair!”said paul
“Cheers paul you look good yourself “he squeaked,still embarrassed by the earlier occurrence
“Anyway george i was hoping if you’d be interested in like hanging out like during school as well it would be great for my mates to meet you cause your like a right blast yknow…”paul,clearly nervous for the first time, stammers.
This sorted his no friends problem,but he definitely was not a ‘right blast’ where was paul getting that from?he barley spoke and when he did he was quite as a mouse,secondly he was pleased paul asked before he could.
“Yeah of course paul,your a right blast yourself,
but you sure your mates will be alright with it?”
“Yeah of course anyone i like,they’ll love and
you’re a very likeable person hazza!”paul says,pleased with himself
Hazza…?I barely know the bloke and he already has a nickname for me ?george thinks,paul surprised George due to his lack of experience with male friends (were they all like this?)and genuine lack of social experience and skill,maybe it was just George who would get weirded out about nicknames,it probably was he continued lost in his thoughts.
“George you ready its almost our stop,what do you have first? ,like after tutor i mean”paul added
“I think i have math first,what about you?”
“Ugh probably same”paul grumbled,almost
distraught by the news of having math first,what is up with this guy george mused.
Paul and george both thanked the driver,paul basically dragging his feet to the school gate
“Are you sure we dont have english or something”paul says
“Well i dont know,your a grade above me…”
george,amused by Paul’s, really,dramatic mood
“ill have to ask Ivan or something but he’s like
always late,great”paul now a little less moody,at the possibility of not having math,replies
The ringing alerting students to get to their tutor rooms,”YOU TWO” a teacher screeches”GET TO YOUR TUTOR ROOMS AT THIS MOMENT.”
God the bell just went,have some patience you old bat george felt like saying but replied with a simple “yes sir”.
George and paul part ways george making his way down the ever growing hall finally reaches E8,his tutor room and coincidently his math room,George somehow last to arrive sits in the nearest open seat praying there isn’t a seating plan he somehow missed.
”george harrison?”the teacher calls
“Here”
“No,not that the school nurse has summoned you to they’re office”he replies
“Oh okay sir…-should i bring my stuff?”he almost whispers
“Yes bring your stuff mr Harrison,what else would you do with it?”he mocks
The teachers intent to take the piss out of george ignites a giggle from the class but george embarrassed,is reminded that he does pass as an actual boy and no one in that class room knows who he was,what he is and who he is now that this is a clean slate for him to truly be who he is and always has been.