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[ BASED OFF HEATHERS MOVIE 1988 ]
In the backyard layed 3 boys sitting by a table, sharing a cup of tea and croquet.
The boy in the middle- who looked pretty smug with a cuppa tea, with black hair and hazel eyes, he wore a 4 button'ed black vest with a dark red polo underneath, paired with wide legged black pants and a black tie- he held a red mallet, whereas Paul McCartney was engraved on the side.
The boy who looked uncomfortable sitting near Paul, he had unibrows as thick as his hair and expression as soft as a feather, his eyes were as dark as chocolate- he wore a long vest that was also black paired with a green striped polo, wide legged black pants and also a black tie, he held a Green mallet with the engraving: " George Harrison "
George was fixtated on the shorter boy from Pauls side, unlike the other boys, he wore a brown vest and a very VERY dark yellow tie, paired with a light yellow polo- his grin was as wide as a 7 year old getting gifts for Christmas, he had blue eyes as blue as the sky and a nose quite wide, but not too wide, he held a Yellow mallet with the engraving: " Ringo Starr ".
The 3 stood up from their seats and slowly walked over forward in the garden, stepping on flowers as they walked in sync.
They all talked stayed quiet, with George looking down by Paulies side and Ringo looking around with sparkling eyes, Paulie on the other hand looked forward as they all walked.
There stood a green ball, a red ball, and a yellow ball at their destination.
Ringo took the first hit softly with a smug look as he said the words " Damn ", McCartney looked at him with a grin as he took the first hit.
" Its your turn Paulie! "
Ringo said with the classic scouse liverpool accent, before turning to Paul who was staring at Ringo.
Paul looked confused and glanced between the field and at Ringo before saying the words:
" No Ringo, Its Georgie's Turn. "
The two looked at Harrison, who was currently reading a book by the name: " Autobiography of a Yogi " by Parahansa Yogananda
" Georgie! "
McCartney called out in a soft but scolding way, before Harrison looked at McCartney, glancing back and forth before apologising.
Georgie quickly threw the book and fixed his hair with his right hand, gripping onto the mallet with hesitation- before hitting it just right.
McCartney and Starkey exchanged glances, before McCartney walked over with that smug look.
He kissed the ball as he looked forward with persistent eyes, before giving the ball a hard kick.
But they weren't playing with any type of sport, in the distance there was a head where the hole was supposed to be- a boys head who was being hit by the balls.
The three boys mockingly laughed as they looked at the head of the boy with brown hair- and the boy looked at them annoyed.
Sigh.
" Dear Diary. "