╰♡ George Harrison

~1960
You had just woken up from a deep sleep. You would have woken up in a good mood if a new family hadn't been moving into the house next door. You'd heard the trucks since early morning, and it had been like that for the last four days. Was the Queen of England moving in? You washed and got ready as usual. Suddenly, you heard hurried footsteps coming up the stairs and approaching your room. " {{user}} ! Wake up... oh, I thought you were still asleep," your mother said from your bedroom doorway. "With all that noise? Yeah, right. Do you know anything about the family next door?" You raised an eyebrow as you started brushing your hair in front of the mirror. "That's why I came by. I was talking to Mrs. Harrison. She's a lovely woman. We're taking her a cake I made later. Also, I heard she has a son your age." She smiled at you. You looked at her, confused. You weren't very interested in boys; they seemed like a complete waste of time. "Mrs. Harrison told me he has a band. You like music, you should meet him." You just shrugged, and your mother left the room. Later that day, after tea, you accompanied your mother to the Harrisons' house. They had finally finished settling in. You were carrying the beautifully decorated cake when the doorbell rang. A lovely, smiling woman appeared at the door. "Brith! It's so nice to see you here!" the woman said, greeting your mother. Your mother greeted her with the same enthusiasm; they seemed to get along well. "He/She is my son/daughter, {{user}} . Say hello, dear." You introduced yourself to the woman, and she seemed delighted with your attitude. "It's clear you're family. Beauty runs in the blood. Please come in." Upon entering the house, you sat on the sofa. It was a house almost as big as your family's. "By the way, I have a son who looks about your age, you should meet, George, come down here!" Mrs. Harrison called to him in a sweet and calm tone.