I lay there thinking. Not just about last night but about other things too.

I realized that George and I first pronounced out love for each other very early. Does it take that long to know if you love somebody? How do you know it really is love? Did I love him? I mean we were so young, too. Do you love someone at 15?

These questions were surging through my head and giving me an even bigger headache than before. Then there was the heartache. I thought everything was fine. I thought everything was as hunky dory as it could be. Apparently not.

Who is she? 

There has to be someone else. What was going to happen to our friendship? He was my best friend. He didn't even say we could be friends. Maybe he developed a bigger ego that he he didn't want to date someone younger.

Wait, John and Kaithlyn are dating and their 3 years apart. That mustn't be it, then. Ugh, this is so frustrating.

I need to apologize to George or at least find a way to make everything better. Maybe Kaithlyn and Veronica can help me. Do they even know what happened last night? They must.

I got up and glanced over at my calendar. I often lose track of what day it is when there isn't any school. Only a few more day until Christmas.

I went down stairs to find some aspirin. When I took my medicine, I glanced at myself in the mirror and I looked absolutely horrid. My hair was in a tangled mess and I had some rouge smeared around my cheeks. My breath smelled terribly of alcohol. I brushed my teeth much longer than two minutes, so my mom wouldn't smell it.

I went back up to my room and took a nap until the migraine went away.

~**~

I put my coat on and made sure I didn't look like a complete train wreck.

I walked rather slowly because I wasn't really looking forward to apologizing. I took my time.

I saw the house down the street. Every step I became more and more anxious.

"Ey, Julia!"

No. No. No. This was absolutely the last thing I needed right now. I turned around to face Holly. "What is it, Holly?"

"I heard what ye did at the party," she taunted.

My face began to heat up. Did everyone know what happened?

"Did you, now?"

"Oh, yes. It was quite funny, actually."

"Was it really?"

"Quite. Now, did ye really think he would want to kiss ye after what all that you've done?"

"Shut up," I retorted.

"Especially after you've just been dumped by the guy ye used to cheat on?"

"Shut. Up."

"What does he think of ye now?"

I just couldn't take it anymore. After all the teasing and bullying. So what if she liked George? I didn't do anything to her. All my anger and frustration built up and was released in the greatest wave of rage I could muster.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I threw a few curse words in the sentences that followed. She seemed so much tinier than a few moments ago, when she was still at the top of her world.

I walked towards George's house again like just before I got interrupted.

"That was uncalled for," I heard Holly say behind my back.

"Your birth was uncalled for," I mutter under my breath.

I kept on walking taking long, deep breaths to calm down my nerves. I stood in front of his door. I put my hand up to knock but put it back down. I sat down on the porch, contemplating what the next series of events might be.

'Just knock,' I thought. 'Do it. You're going to have to do it sometime, might as well be now.'

I finally built up the nerve to do it and knocked three times. The door was opened by George's mother.

"Oh hello, dear!" She didn't sound like she was aware of what has been going on. "It's been an awfully long time since I last saw you."

"Hi, Mrs. Harrison," I say, "Is George home?"

"Yes, yes. He's upstairs in his room playing that guitar of his. He can barely spend a day without it. He will play it day and night if ye let him–" she stopped herself, "I'm sorry, would ye like something to eat or drink at all?"

"Oh, no thank you. I'm fine. I think I'll just head up to his room now." She scurried back into the kitchen and I began walked upstairs.

~**~

It took a lot of courage. Much more than knocking in his front door, that's for sure. I knocked three times on the door and I heard a quiet, "Come in."

I slowly opened the door because I wasn't sure if he expected me to be behind it. I peeked my head through and found him sitting on a chair with his guitar.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey," he replied, continuing on playing.

"Can we talk, please?" I stuttered.

"I guess."

I walked all the way into his room and closed the door behind me just in case his mother was listening, which was highly doubtful. I stood in front of him awkwardly because I didn't want to be rude and invite myself to sit down.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened last night. It was the first time have I have ever been drunk and I was upset that Paul had dumped me and... and... I'm just a mess. I never meant for any of this to happen and so many things went wrong that I wish last night never happened. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. Everything's that ever went wrong is all my fault."

I could have rambled on for hours, but I stopped myself. By then, he had put down his guitar and seemed to be studying me. The expression on his face was hard to decipher. Does he forgive me? Does he despise  me?

"It's not your fault. Any of it. I can understand doing what you did especially being drunk. Believe me, I've done some pretty embarrassing things being drunk," he laughed a little, trying to lighten up the mood. "I forgive ye, all right?"

It immediately felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my chest and I was able to breath again.

"I was wondering," I started, "if you wanted to, of course, if we could just start over again. We could be friends and have no strings attached. I know we've been down this road too many times before, and I know we won't really ever forget the past, but I'd be willing to try if you will. I'd just like to start over as if we'd just met."

He looked like he was puzzling words together. Wondering if my idea was worth considering at all. The silence between us began to worry me.

"Y'know," he spoke at last, "I would like that."

I couldn't help but smile. What's better than becoming friends with your ex-boyfriend?

"Oh by the way, my names Julia. Julia Burk." I stretched out my hand for him to shake.

"George. George Harrison," he laughed and shook my hand.

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