"Ruth grab the door will you? I'm just putting in the pie now!" Mum called.
Dad sat in his chair, reading some sort of sports magazine, and Danny was…. I ignored what Danny was doing because it looked like he was sawing off the chair leg but I could be wrong. I swung my legs off the couch, slipped on my shoes, and walked over to the door.
I opened it and the Harrison's all came into the house in one instant. I had to chuckle, as it was funny to watch them. Mr and Mrs Harrison carrying food, yelling at George to stop trying to sneak some, George and Peter pushing each other around as they tried to pry off their shoes, Harry rolling his eyes at them and checking himself in the hallway mirror, Louise pushing past Harry to say hi to me, they were quite a comical bunch! Dad came into the hall and greeted Mr Harrison before all the men went into the living room and I followed Louise to the kitchen.
"Oh Ruth! I love that dress on you! I saw you wear it to church the other day and I meant to tell you it was gorgeous!" Mrs Harrison exclaimed. I looked down at the pale blue dress. It wasn't that fancy at all, and it was to big around the waist for me, as it came from a girl down the street, but I still thanked her.
When it came to kitchen talk, I kept quiet. I didn't know what to say. Mum always made me wait in the kitchen with Mrs Harrison and Louise, as she thought that I should have some female influence. It's like she thought I had never seen another female in my life.
"So! Did you hear the news?!" Mrs Harrison (everyone called her Louise, but since her daughter had the same name, it was too much work for me. I am quite lazy) exclaimed.
"No!" Mum said in a enthralled tone.
"Harry's getting married!" she exclaimed. Mum let out a excited gasp.
"Oh my really?!"
"Yes! Your all be invited of course, and Penny I was hoping you could make your butter tarts!" Mrs Harrison said.
"Of course I will!" and they launched into another food conversation. I looked at Louise, who seemed to be quite interested in the book that I had left on the table. I turned into my own thoughts of god knows what, and was lost in them until Mum placed a large platter of finger food in front of me.
"Ruth, take these out to the boys." Mum ordered.
"Make sure Georgie doesn't eat too much, he already ate half a sandwich before he got here!" Mrs Harrison called as I picked up the platter.
"That boy of yours has four stomachs I swear Louise!" I heard Mum say. I laughed to myself at George's eating habits as I walked into the living room.
"Ah! Food!" George said reaching up for the platter. He was sitting beside Peter and Danny (my little brother had the grouchiest expression as he had to sit in the living room in his best clothes) and the three of them already looked bored out of their minds. I moved so George couldn't grab the food (which caused a huge outcry from the hungry man) and I offered food to everyone else, before putting the platter beside Mr Harrison. I gave George a look as I waltzed out of the living room. I was just about to go into the kitchen again, when I heard big old Georgie's feet clunking behind me.
"Ruthy!" he whispered. I turned around and saw him standing in the hall, hands filled with food. I rolled my eyes and looked in the living room before walking towards the stairs. He gave me a confused look.
"Come ead I got a new record!" I whispered. He quickly followed me.
Holy smoke
A land sakes alive!
I never thought this could happen to me
Mm, yeah! Mm, yeah!
I got stung by a sweet honey bee
Oh, what a feeling come over me
It started in my eyes
Crept up to my head
Flew to my heart
Till I was stung dead
I'm done, uh-uh
I got stung!
George and I danced around like crazy people in my room, spinning and sliding (George stepping on my feet) and sliding around on the wooden floor in our sock feet.
"What do you think of this one?!" I asked as it ended.
"Its not so bad the with time!" he said panting. "Put on another though, like Buddy Holly." he said sitting down on my bed. I nodded and went over to flick on 'Everday'.
"Holly's so gear." I murmured. George just nodded.
"John love's 'im. Look's a bit like 'im when he wears his glasses as well." I flopped on the bed beside him, putting my feet in Georges lap and lay on the bed. "You should meet John, you'd like 'im." George said tickling the bottom of my feet. I laughed and moved them.
"I dunno. He's quite a few years older then me. He gave you a hard time bout that didn't he?" I asked.
"Only cos I wanted in his band. He'll like you." George said.
"How'dya know?"
"Well for one thing your a pretty bird with pretty nice tits."
"George!" I exclaimed. I smiled and scuffed him on the back of the head. "Bastard."
"I was going to say your also a different person. A great person."
"Well thanks, but don't go soft on me please!" I said with a smile. He rolled his eyes.
"The only reason I wanted to know was 'cos we're playing a gig tomorrow." he said. I was about to open my mouth to ask how that mattered (they played lots of gigs at the Jac and stuff) when he beat me to it. "Everyone wants to meet you." he said.
"Who's they? And how do they know who I am?!" I asked. I sat up and sat down on my desk chair. George blushed a bit and looked at his feet.
"Well I said some things about you." he murmured.
"Good things I hope!" I said.
"I hope so too. Oh and its John, uhm Stu, and well thats it I guess. John just dumped his bird so I dunno if he'll have another already." George said.
"Wouldn't be surprised. He's like Liverpool's little celebrity, the girls at school always fawn on 'im." I said.
"Wish I had girls all over me. It's boost me esteem a bit." George said glumly. I laughed.
"Oh Georgie, they'll be all over you someday."
"Oh sod off!"
"Seriously! What girl wouldn't want someone like yourself?" I asked.
"George! Ruth! Dinnertime!" Mrs Harrison called from downstairs.
"Shit! We must look like we've just had a roll around or something!" I exclaimed.
I jumped in front of the mirror to fix my hair. George came over and pushed me aside to fix his own. I pushed back, and it ended in us pushing each other around until I was laughing too hard to fight back. I grabbed his comb and tossed it under the bed, grabbed my shoes, and ran out the door.
"You little bitch!" I heard him mutter. I ran back to the doorframe and stuck my head around.
"Oh look at the Mamas boy using foul language!" I said loudly. He had grabbed his comb by then and chased me down the stairs. Mrs Harrison met us there, hands on her hips.
"George! Is that a way to treat a lady?!" she asked.
"She's not a lady!" he protested. I poked him in the ribs, before Mrs Harrison laughed and pushed us into the dining room.