I rubbed my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was morning. Not another hour beforr school starts. My eyes were red and slightly puffy. Probably from not getting much sleep from last night. I got dressed into dark blue jeans, a purple blouse, white flats, and a white headband. I skipped out of my room. I jumped down the stairs and greeted my mother.

"Ello, Mum," I chirped.

"What's gotten you up so early and in a good mood," my mother asked me.

"Hmm, let me think," I said. I thought a bit. It was because of George, "I dunno, mum. I just don't know, " I lied.

She have me a long looked and smiled.

"Some boy came here half an hour earlier. He wanted to hive you this," she handed me a neatly folded peic of paper. Scribbled on top was my name, Stella. I took it and unfolded it. I reread it three times and giggled.

"Thanks, mum. I better get going. I have to do something," I went to the door.

"Okay? Love you, dear," she waved goodbye.

I waved back and left. I read the letter again and started heading to George's house. I skipped up to the stone, pathway. I knocked on his door and waited. . . . finally a women opened it up.

"Hello," she looked at me before she called out to George, "Georgie, a bird is here."

I blushed by her calling me a bird. Was she calling me that because I'm so small and perhaps look stupid? I didn't ask. Maybe it's another Liverpool term these Brits use. I'll go with that.

I heard a muffled 'yes' from George. His mum- I'm assuming it's his mum- let me in. She lead me to the living room wear a small TV sat on a table. I sat down and waited. George came out of nowhere and grinned when he saw me.

"Stella! What are you doing-"

"I got your letter," I waved the envelope in front of him.

"Letter? What letter," he asked.

"The one you left at my house this morning," I roll my eyes.

George ripped it out of my hands. He unfolded it and his eyes raced back and forth, reading it. After he was done, he looked at me with those big, hazel eyes, then back at the letter.

"Where did you get this," he asked.

"I told you, it was at my hous-"

"I didn't write this," George glared at the paper.

"What do you mean," I askef.

" I mean, someone else as their eye on you. A secret admire, I suppose," George paced back and forth.

Why was he so concerned? Why was he so upset about this? I picked it up and shook my head in confusion. I thought George had given it to me. I guess not. Anyways, it was sweet.

"I wonder who sent it," I thought aloud.

"It's Paul, me best mate," George grit his teeth.

I stood there in shook. I reread the letter.

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You may not know me,

But I like you, you see.

I love your hair,

And I'll show you some care.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue

I was just wondering,

if I could go out with you.

Will you hold my hand,

Watch me play in my band?

Please say yes,

'Cause I don't want thing to be a mess.

♡XO XO XO XO♡