Telling George 😩

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I woke up the next morning in my bed.

As I slowly got out of bed and rubbed my eyes and I smelled biscuits and tea.

Did Paul stay the night?

I changed my clothes, and brushed my hair.

I wanted to at least look presentable.

As I quickly stepped into the bathroom to put on my mascara and red lipstick, I thought of how great of a friend Paul was.

He knew that I was very upset.

So he stayed with me over night to make sure I was okay.

He was right, I wouldn't be able to live without him.

I went downstairs to find Paul at the stove with my pink and blue flowered covered apron on.

"What are you doing?" I giggled out.

He turned around and looked down at the girlie apron around his waist.

"Cooking."

I laughed.

"You're such a dork."

He set down a plate of biscuits and a cup of tea in front of me.

"I might be a dork, but I also try to take care of people that I love."

He laid his hand on my cheek and kissed the top of my head.

I smiled as he sat down beside me and we ate our breakfast and drank our tea.

"So, when do you plan on telling George?"

I almost spit out my tea.

"I dont know."

He took a sip of his tea.

"If you wanted me to, I could phone him and say you needed to talk about something."

I smiled and squeezed his hand tight.

"Would you?"

He nodded his head.

"Sure, I would be glad to."

I threw my arms around Paul and hugged him tight.
"On one condition." I said still hugging him.

"What's that?"

I pulled away and pushed my hair back behind my ear.

"You have to be sitting right here next to me when I tell him."

He nodded his head.

"You know I wouldn't leave you here by yourself in that kind of situation."

I grinned, I knew I could trust Paul with this.

After we finished our biscuits and tea, Paul phoned George and told him that we needed to talk to him.

The suspense was killing me as I waited for that knock on the door.

Finally the knock came.

I looked across the couch to Paul.

He gave me a half smile, and gave my hand a little squeeze.

Slowly I got up off the couch and opened the door.

"Hey love, is something wrong,Paulie said it was urgent."

He gave me a quick kiss and then I led him inside.

"Well yes.....but I think you should sit down for this one."

Paul patted the chair sitting in front of the couch.

George sat, and looked at me, his eyes filled with worry.

"Claire, are you okay, what's going on."

I sat down next to Paul on the couch.

"George all I can say is let me explain before you decide to do anything rash."

I glanced at Paul then looked back at George.

He nodded his head.

"Of course love."

I took a deep breath, and Paul rubbed the top of my hand with his thumb.

"George, I haven't been telling you some things that you really need to know."

He swallowed then nodded his head motioning me to go on.

"George, I have developed new feelings for Ringo."

His eyes began to get watery and his chin quivered.

"Are you saying that you want to be with him?"

"No, I still love you....its just that, I love Ringo too."

He sniffed and wiped his tears away.

I looked over at Paul and he told me to go on.

"George, thats not all."

I saw a tear roll down his face.

My face also was covered with salty tears.

"That night you dropped me off at Ringo's..."

George leaned up and took both of my hands.

"George.... he kissed me."

His teary eyes met mine and I could see the pain I was causing him.

"I am so sorry George, and I will understand if you dont want to see me anymore....or even talk to for that matter.

I deserve what's coming to me. I knew it was wrong,but I just had to let him kiss me.

I had to let Ringo know I really care."

I cried the whole speach out.

At times I had to stop and catch my breath.

Just as I thought George was going to leave me there crying.

I felt his arms wrap around me.

He held me tight as I cried into his chest and he cried into my hair.

He kissed the top of my head, then lay his head on mine.

"Claire, I still love you....more than ever now.

I will never leave you, and whatever you decide, whether you stay with me or go to Ringo.

As long as you' re happy I'm happy.

I love you Claire.

I love you."

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