Rachel watched with wonder as George seemingly gulped down his food.

Where the fuck do they go? She thought, He's so fucking skinny!

"Wut?" George asked, his mouth full with his sandwhich (which he ate in what seemed like two fucking bites). He looked so cute with puffy cheeks.

Rachel giggled and wiped his mouth with tissue. When Rachel's hand was near his mouth, he jumped a little, causing him to kiss her knuckles.

She blushed. "Smooth bastard," She muttered, a small smile threatening to form in her lips.

"Here's your milkshake, enjoy." The waitress gave George a too-friendly wink.

Once she turned her back on them, Rachel shot her a glare.

"Aww don't be jealous, luv." George chuckled, pinching her cheek. "You're the only one for me."

She huffed as placed two straws on the glass. She leaned a bit and took the straw into her mouth.

George grinned at her. "That's so cliche, Rach." But he sipped too.

She smiled at him and he smiled at her. She licked her lips clear of whip cream.

"After this, wanna go for some ice-cream?" She batted her eyelashes at him, knowing that he wouldn't say no. "It'll be my treat!"

"Sure luv but before we go..." George motioned to her cheek. "There's some whip cream there..."

She raised a finger to the side of her mouth. "Where is it?"

"Here." He kissed her on the cheek, dangerously close to her lips.

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"Hey is that, Paulie and John?"

John turned his head to see Rach and George holding hands at the entrance of the ice-cream shop.

"Hey Rach, hey Geo." He waved with his spare hand.

Paul clasped his hands together and giggled. "Aww they're holding hands, Johnny!"

"Oh!" John tried his best to make a convincing smile. "Paul think of a ship name." He said to rhe other.

He made a 'hmm' sound before speaking up. "Starrison!"

"Yay! My name goes first!" Rachel cheered, giving George a smug grin.

Paul laughed. "Or maybe... Harristarr?"

George laughed as Rachel's face fell. "Well, you know what?"

"What?" The three of them asked simultaneously.

"I'm certain that Rach won't need that ship name in the future." He grinned. "She would be called... Mrs. Harrison, instead."

John watched as she blushed. "Don't get too cocky with me now, Gear." She feigned annoyance but it didn't work with George.

"Awwie luv don't get mad at me!" He poked her cheek.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar shape. He wasn't wearing his glasses so it looked kinda blurry but it did look familiar.

He squinted his eyes. "Hey Paulie is that---"

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"Oh. Fancy seeing you four here," Yoko said.

"Hi mum." She responded, eyes down to her flats. George squeezed her hand in comfort. She looked up and smiled.

She flipped her black hair over her shoulders. "Have you thought about it Richard?"

"It's Rachel, mum." She asserted, frowning.

She gave her a glance. "Do you still have it?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Have what exactly?"

With her red spoon, Yoko motioned to her skirt. "That thing between your legs, your manly bits? Do you still have it?"

She flushed red, fully away of three pairs of eyes on her. "I-I---"

"She's about to get surgery soon," Paul spoke up, his doe-eyes glinting dangerously.

"I heard that's expensive, Paul." She took a spoonful of ice-cream. "You know, Richard---"

"Rachel."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, Rachel. I've worked on my paintings and I've earned enough for your surgery. Probably enough to get you a real-looking chest too."

She widened her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Yoko put down her cup. "I'm going to accept you. I'm going to pay for the surgeries. But,"

There's always a bloody but, she thought.

"You have to come with me to America."

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