A/N: This story does not take place in the 60's and does not follw the storyline of the Beatles.

Chapter 1

I woke up to the noise of a large truck. I looked out of my window, and saw a moving truck leaving the house next door. I saw a boy about my age get out of the car there. At least I would have someone to hang out with from this new family.

"MARIE!" my mom yelled from downstairs.

"WHAT?" I yelled when I got to the top pf the stairs.

"I made some muffins for the new family next door, and I want you to bring them over." Great. My mom knew how incredibly shy I was.

"But-"

"No buts. I want you to make some friends. Besides, I saw a boy about your age. So get dressed and bring them over."

"Fine." I got dressed in one of my good Sunday dresses and put my hair in a ponytail with some hair left down in the front. I went downstairs, got the muffins, and headed out to the house next door. As I approached, I saw the same boy from before. He was going out to the truck.

"Um, hi," As I said that, the boy gasped and ran inside. He seemed shy, like me. There was a chance to be friends. I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. The boy answered the door.

'Um, hi. Im Marie Evanson, and I live next door. My mom made these for your familiy as a 'welcome to the neighborhood' type thing." For some reason, talking to this boy was easier than talking to most people.

"Um, thanks," he said taking the basket. "I'm George, by the way. George Harrison. Nice to meet you." As he was saying this, I took a good look at him. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He had some sort of a British accent

"I'll,um, see you around then." I turned to leave, but I heard someone say, "Georgie, who's your little friend there?

"Sod off, Louise," He said, but she'd already seen me.

"She's a cutie George." She said, obviously teasing him. He blushed like crazy. Then she went upstairs.

"Sorry 'bout me sister. She knows I'm shy, so she teases me about it." By this point we were sitting on his porch.

"I'm shy, too. Or, I usually am. That's why I don't have any friends. I'm too shy to try and make friends." Now I was getting sad. George seemed to notice, because he put his arms around me and gave me a hug, which was weird because I barely knew him. Then he surprised me a little by saying:

"(softly) I'll be your friend. I already like you too much to see you upset."

"Thanks, George. That means a lot. I'm glad to finally have a friend."

"Marie! It's time to have dinner!"

"I'd better get going. I'll see you tomorrrow, I guess."

"See ya." Then he gave me another hug before I headed home.

George's P.O.V

As soon as I closed the door, I ran up to me mum and dad's room.

"Mum! Dad! I made a friend!" My parents smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that George. I told you moving here would be good." Me mum was always bugging me about making friends. I had only one friend back in Liverpool. I then ran into me room and started writing to me best mate, Paul, back in Liverpool. I told him all about Marie.

"George, time for bed!"

"Alright mum!"

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