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A/N: This is based on a dream that I had in late February. That's what happens when I fall asleep to The Beatles; I have dreams about them (: They're usually pretty awesome!

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No matter where I went at school, he always seemed to be there. Elvis-boy was seriously pissing me off. That smirk he wore...UGH! It was so smug! He was such an arrogant prick...so full of himself.

Someone must really have hated me, because he was in 5 out of my 7 periods, including lunch. Every time he looked at me, I wanted to punch his pretty-boy face in. I don't know why I resented him so much, but something about him drove me crazy. Maybe it was the way he looked me up and down like I was a piece of merchandise. Whatever it was, I...not hated, let's just say that if he was on fire and I had a glass of water, I'd drink it.

He sat near me in almost every class we shared. The only times I got away from him were in science and social science; The two classes I had once despised the most I now looked forward to. Knowing him for only a week was bad enough as is, I didn't want to think about being around him for years. I couldn't comprehend how he was popular, besides his natural charm (which I seemed to be the only one unaffected by) and his overly confident attitude.

Paul, on the other hand, seemed pretty nice, despite being a popular. Though he strutted around like he owned the place, it didn't annoy me nearly as much as Elvis-boy, whose name I still had yet to learn.

Sitting in social science, I wondered how two people could be so similar yet so different. They even looked alike. It was puzzling...

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a quiet, "Um, are you okay?"

Even more confused than before, I looked up, searching for the culprit who dare interrupt my train of thought. Looking at me with a puzzled expression was a boy with a similar style to Paul and Elvis-boy's, but much subtler, and his hair hung in his eyes a bit. His eyes were a warm dark brown.

"What?" I asked.

"I said 'Are you okay?'" He replied, face almost completely innocent looking, except for the gleam in his eye.

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Well you looked upset so I thought I might as well ask."

"Oh, no I was just thinking.. Thanks, though."

"No problem." He turned away, looking as if he wanted to keep talking.

Awkward silences had always bugged me. As both of us searched for some tidbit to continue the conversation with, I wondered who this guy was and why he cared how I felt. Maybe there really were genuinely nice people in the world, other than myself.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

Looking up again, I smiled. "Mandy. How about yourself?"

"George."

"Ello, Georgie," I said with a grin.

He quietly chuckled. Everything about him seemed quiet, but I liked it. It was a comforting quiet, sort of. A change from the normally-phsyco people that I knew was nice.

"Nice shirt."

I looked down at my "Music = Love" t-shirt. "Thanks, I like yours, too." His had a classic red Gibson Les Paul on it. "I have one, well, a knockoff, but a pretty legit one."

"Cool, not as good as my real one though." He smirked in triumph.

My jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God. I. Hate. You! I've wanted a real one for the longest time! Well, that and a Gretsch."

He laughed, "Well, you'll hate me even more now. I have a Gretsch, too. They're my babies."

I couldn't believe it. "I hate you. So much. Right now."

"Yeah, my parents love music; They keep pushing me to do more and more with it."

"Well at least you know both of them care," I muttered.

"Whaddya mean?"

I looked at him, feeling despair creep over me. "Nothing. Nothing at all," I lied through my teeth. "I was just talking to myself."

"Oh, well..." He looked more confused than ever. "When we hang out, you can play them, okay?"

My eyes brightened, lifting my mood. "Okay! Deal?"

He grinned again. "Deal."

I smiled back, hiding the sadness that flowed through me.

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A/N: I originally didn't plan on making "Elvis-boy" such an ass, it just kinda of happened that way. Believe me, I love all my Beatles XD R&R! Peace N Love

Description
A/N: This is based on a dream that I had in late February. That's what happens when I fall asleep to The Beatles; I have dreams about them (: They're usually pretty awesome!

...

No matter where I went at school, he always seemed to be there. Elvis-boy was seriously pissing me off. That smirk he wore...UGH! It was so smug! He was such an arrogant prick...so full of himself.

Someone must really have hated me, because he was in 5 out of my 7 periods, including lunch. Every time he looked at me, I wanted to punch his pretty-boy face in. I don't know why I resented him so much, but something about him drove me crazy. Maybe it was the way he looked me up and down like I was a piece of merchandise. Whatever it was, I...not hated, let's just say that if he was on fire and I had a glass of water, I'd drink it.

He sat near me in almost every class we shared. The only times I got away from him were in science and social science; The two classes I had once despised the most I now looked forward to. Knowing him for only a week was bad enough as is, I didn't want to think about being around him for years. I couldn't comprehend how he was popular, besides his natural charm (which I seemed to be the only one unaffected by) and his overly confident attitude.

Paul, on the other hand, seemed pretty nice, despite being a popular. Though he strutted around like he owned the place, it didn't annoy me nearly as much as Elvis-boy, whose name I still had yet to learn.

Sitting in social science, I wondered how two people could be so similar yet so different. They even looked alike. It was puzzling...

My thoughts were soon interrupted by a quiet, "Um, are you okay?"

Even more confused than before, I looked up, searching for the culprit who dare interrupt my train of thought. Looking at me with a puzzled expression was a boy with a similar style to Paul and Elvis-boy's, but much subtler, and his hair hung in his eyes a bit. His eyes were a warm dark brown.

"What?" I asked.

"I said 'Are you okay?'" He replied, face almost completely innocent looking, except for the gleam in his eye.

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Well you looked upset so I thought I might as well ask."

"Oh, no I was just thinking.. Thanks, though."

"No problem." He turned away, looking as if he wanted to keep talking.

Awkward silences had always bugged me. As both of us searched for some tidbit to continue the conversation with, I wondered who this guy was and why he cared how I felt. Maybe there really were genuinely nice people in the world, other than myself.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

Looking up again, I smiled. "Mandy. How about yourself?"

"George."

"Ello, Georgie," I said with a grin.

He quietly chuckled. Everything about him seemed quiet, but I liked it. It was a comforting quiet, sort of. A change from the normally-phsyco people that I knew was nice.

"Nice shirt."

I looked down at my "Music = Love" t-shirt. "Thanks, I like yours, too." His had a classic red Gibson Les Paul on it. "I have one, well, a knockoff, but a pretty legit one."

"Cool, not as good as my real one though." He smirked in triumph.

My jaw dropped. "Oh. My. God. I. Hate. You! I've wanted a real one for the longest time! Well, that and a Gretsch."

He laughed, "Well, you'll hate me even more now. I have a Gretsch, too. They're my babies."

I couldn't believe it. "I hate you. So much. Right now."

"Yeah, my parents love music; They keep pushing me to do more and more with it."

"Well at least you know both of them care," I muttered.

"Whaddya mean?"

I looked at him, feeling despair creep over me. "Nothing. Nothing at all," I lied through my teeth. "I was just talking to myself."

"Oh, well..." He looked more confused than ever. "When we hang out, you can play them, okay?"

My eyes brightened, lifting my mood. "Okay! Deal?"

He grinned again. "Deal."

I smiled back, hiding the sadness that flowed through me.

...

A/N: I originally didn't plan on making "Elvis-boy" such an ass, it just kinda of happened that way. Believe me, I love all my Beatles XD R&R! Peace N Love