I smiled. People like me. People actually like me. Short 'n all, they still still like me. George is mad, though. We walked to school together. We didn't talk. We said nothing, nada.

"George, don't be mad," I say trying to calm him down.

"No. You don't get it. I told Paul that I liked you. That I was going to ask you out. The git," George said.

Git? I'll asume it's not something you don't exactly want to be called. I nodded, going along with it.

"I see. I'm sorry, George," I sighed.

"It's not your fault, love. Maybe it's just his plain fault, you know," he asked.

I giggled and nodded. At least John does not like me. That'd be suoer weird and gross. We arrived at school.

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School was boring as usual. I just couldn't wait for it to be over. I now know that I like, like George. I didn't talk to Paul at all because he wasn't here today. Sick, I guess.

"Come on," George ran.

"Slow down," I huffed, running after him.

We stopped in front of his house.

"Is this where-"

"No. Hold on. Stay out here," George said.

I nodded and waited. He came back out a moment later with a rose. He handed it to me and I smiled. My muscles hurt so much from smiling, but I couldn't stop. He's so sweet.

"Come on. We're going to my favorite spot in Liverpool," he said.

"And where's that, Mr. Harrison, " I joked.

"To the lake. You'll love it when you see it," George nodded.

We walked for about 15 minutes until we got there. It was pretty, I guess. I don't know much about pretty stuff, though. We sat down on a bench facing the sparkling water.

We talked about stuff. We told stuff about ourselves. George seems really talented. He also really likes to talk a lot. And he loves food. It's really funny. Eventually, the sun started to set. This was really pretty, now. Every thing was perfect.

"Stella," George asked.

"George, this is all really pretty," I smiled.

"Stella," George asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to be my girlfriend. I know I just met you and all. But I really think we have something special," George said.

I blinked. I stared into his hazel eyes.

"Yes."

"I like you a lot, " George smiled down at me.

We looked at each other in silence. He leaned foward. I closed my eyes. His soft lips against mine. It felt wonderful. I opened my mouth. He grabbed my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth. My mind went blank as I kept kissing him. We stopped.

I hugged him. And that was the exact moment I found out I didn't like him. No, I don't like him at all.

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I loved him.