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“Come ‘ead, Alexis, you can tell me.” George followed Alexis around the Cavern as she acted as “manager” and set up their amps and instruments. She was also keeping Paul, John, Stu and Pete away from the bar. George, she didn’t have to worry about at the moment. He was still berating her about not telling him what she was so stressed about.
As Alexis pulled out the guitars, she spoke. “I don’t want to talk about it, George.” She turned around and attempted to set the Guitars in their stands, but George was standing in front of her, hands held out to accept the guitars. She handed them to him and he set them down in their places.
“Well, a problem shared is a problem halved as me mum says, so, spit it out. What’s eatin’ yeh?”
Alexis scowled at the cymbal, though it was a scowl meant for George. “I told yeh, yeh lousy Scouser, I don’t want t’ talk about it. Now bugger off an’ make sure John’s not at the drink.” George shook his head and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Come ‘ead, A. You can talk to me. I won’t tell a soul, I swear it on me life,” George spoke sweetly, coercing an answer form her unwilling lips.
Alexis looked at George. He was wearing a sweet smile that spoke of trust and friendly love. She really could tell him anything… anything but this. Alexis’s bottom lip quivered and she buried her face in George’s shirt, and began to cry. George comforted her, drying away his friend’s tears and rubbing her shuddering shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Lex.” Alexis hiccoughed and pulled away, sniffling.
“’m sorry…” Alexis snuffled, wiping her eyes. George helped her, smiling sweetly.
“Feel betta?”
Alexis nodded, feeling like a gangly little girl with skinned knees. Her lips was still quivering, and her face was red, especially the outline of her lips. “Go wash yer face and come back up here. You don’ have t’ tell me anythin’.” Alexsi nodded and hugged George again.
“Thank you, George.”
“Anytime, luv, anytime.” George hugged her back, tight, for maybe a second too long before gently nudging her toward the ladies’ room. Alexis washed her face in the washbasin and stared at herself in the mirror.
“Fool,” Alexis spat, referring to George. “Can’t you see? I’m in love with you.”
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Yeah. inspired by the picture. I was crying because of the Ringo Starr song "Never Without You," obviously written for George after he died. I was crying horribly. I'm such a sap. D:

enjoy!

ps, beccaecka gave me the cd w the piccy.

PPS. I don't own the beatles or the picture.

Description
“Come ‘ead, Alexis, you can tell me.” George followed Alexis around the Cavern as she acted as “manager” and set up their amps and instruments. She was also keeping Paul, John, Stu and Pete away from the bar. George, she didn’t have to worry about at the moment. He was still berating her about not telling him what she was so stressed about.
As Alexis pulled out the guitars, she spoke. “I don’t want to talk about it, George.” She turned around and attempted to set the Guitars in their stands, but George was standing in front of her, hands held out to accept the guitars. She handed them to him and he set them down in their places.
“Well, a problem shared is a problem halved as me mum says, so, spit it out. What’s eatin’ yeh?”
Alexis scowled at the cymbal, though it was a scowl meant for George. “I told yeh, yeh lousy Scouser, I don’t want t’ talk about it. Now bugger off an’ make sure John’s not at the drink.” George shook his head and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Come ‘ead, A. You can talk to me. I won’t tell a soul, I swear it on me life,” George spoke sweetly, coercing an answer form her unwilling lips.
Alexis looked at George. He was wearing a sweet smile that spoke of trust and friendly love. She really could tell him anything… anything but this. Alexis’s bottom lip quivered and she buried her face in George’s shirt, and began to cry. George comforted her, drying away his friend’s tears and rubbing her shuddering shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Lex.” Alexis hiccoughed and pulled away, sniffling.
“’m sorry…” Alexis snuffled, wiping her eyes. George helped her, smiling sweetly.
“Feel betta?”
Alexis nodded, feeling like a gangly little girl with skinned knees. Her lips was still quivering, and her face was red, especially the outline of her lips. “Go wash yer face and come back up here. You don’ have t’ tell me anythin’.” Alexsi nodded and hugged George again.
“Thank you, George.”
“Anytime, luv, anytime.” George hugged her back, tight, for maybe a second too long before gently nudging her toward the ladies’ room. Alexis washed her face in the washbasin and stared at herself in the mirror.
“Fool,” Alexis spat, referring to George. “Can’t you see? I’m in love with you.”
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Yeah. inspired by the picture. I was crying because of the Ringo Starr song "Never Without You," obviously written for George after he died. I was crying horribly. I'm such a sap. D:

enjoy!

ps, beccaecka gave me the cd w the piccy.

PPS. I don't own the beatles or the picture.