It had been a week since I had last seen the boys and I was awaiting their arrival anxiously. I was walking down the sidewalk and the wind was whistling past. I was in a dress today since I was going to help my mom with the shop. My skirt was waving widely in the fast wind so I started to jog. I was having trouble because I hadn't tied my hair up today to it was blowing in my face and causing me to stumble. And finally I tripped over my self and fell onto my face, spilling my purse everywhere. I let out a small yelp as my face came in contact with the ground.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I heard a voice and someone running up to me. I felt someone pull me up by the shoulders. I looked over to see a boy a bit younger than myself bending over to pick up my spilled things. He herded the things back into my purse and handed it to me. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

I nodded and rubbed my jaw. I had a feeling there would be a bruise there tomorrow. The boy had long greased up hair which was flipped up in the front a lot like The Teddy Boys. He dressed very similar to John just with black jeans. He gave me a crooked smile and held out his hand.

"George Harrison." He said and I shook his hand.

"Penny Rigby. Thanks for the help George." I said and rubbed my jaw again.

He smiled and pulled out a rubber band from his pocket. "Here." He handed it to me. "You can tie your hair up with this."

I took the band and tied my hair into a bun with it. I thought for a moent, this kids name seems really familiar. Then I remembered why. "Thanks." I smiled and readjusted my purse on my shoulder. "You said your name was George Harrison?" He nodded. "Do you know Paul McCartney?"

He nodded again. "Been school mates for ever it seems like. Why?"

I shrugged and started walking again, George followed by my side. "I just remember him mentioning you one time. I knew your name seemed familiar."

George chuckled. "Yeah, I think I've heard about you once or twice. I mean you're the only American girl he's mentioned that I can think of so I guess it has to be you." We both laughed. "So where ya headed? If you don't mind me asking."

I shrugged. "I don't, I'm just going down the street to my moms dress shop."

George nodded and pulled out a cigarette box. He pulled one out and placed it in-between his lips. He offered the box to me. "Want one?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't smoke."

He smirked, putting the box back in his back pocket. "Don't smoke? Why not?" I blushed. No one's ever asked me why I didn't smoke before. He frowned. "Sorry I didn't mean anything-."

I shook my head. "It's fine; I've had breathing problems since I was a little kid. Every time I've tried to smoke, well…it didn't end too good."

George nodded. "Oh, well that's too bad. So where are you from, I mean, before you moved to Liverpool?"

We approached the shop and I opened the door and walked in after grabbing George's cigarette and pulling it out from his mouth. "Cant smoke in the shop. Mom's rules." I said and I threw it on the ground. George frowned. "And I'm from New York. We had to leave after my dad died when my mom's dress shop went out of business."

"Oh I'm sorry. I know how that is, my mum had a hard time finding a job too." He looked around the shop. "But it seems like you guys have turned around huh?"

I smiled. "Yeah, hmm, looks like moms in the back. Wanna help at the register?" George smiled and nodded. We both walked back behind the register right as my mom walked out. "Morning mom." I said.

Mom looked at me, then George, and back to me. "Morning, who's your friend Penny? I don't believe we've met before."

George walked up to mom and gave her a crooked grin. "George Harrison, nice to meet you." He stuck out a hand and my mom shook it.

"Nice to meet you too George, I'm Penny's mom, but you can call me Eleanor." She said smiling then turned to me. "Holler if you kids need anything. I'll be in the back sewing." And with that she walked back though the office door.

George raised his eyebrows. "Your mum makes these dresses?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she is really good isn't she?" I chuckled. "I can't sew worth shit."

George laughed. "Me neither."

My mom came back out with a pink dress in her hand. She hung it on one of the racks and smiled proudly. It was a pretty dress with a red sash around the waist, high, and the collar. Nothing I would wear, pink wasn't my color. I clapped and so did George. "Another amazing work of art." I said winking at her.

George nodded. "Yeah, that's really impressive Mrs. Rigby."

Mom curtsied. "Oh stop you two. And didn't I tell you to call me Eleanor, Mr. Harrison?" George nodded. "Alright then." She winked at him and walked over to me. "By the way Penny, a letter came for you today. I bet it's from John." She pulled an envelope out of her sewing apron and handed it to me.

I took it and quickly ripped it open. Sure enough it was John's handwriting on the piece of folded notebook paper. Along with the letter a picture of all the boys in front of a railroad car with their instruments, dressed similar to George was tucked inside. I smiled and began reading the letter aloud.

Dear Penny,

First thing, Hamburg is VERY trashy! I've never slept with rats until now. They are making us sleep under the club in the basement WITH the rodents! Pete had a fit when we got here and almost beat the owner to a pulp. Thankfully we stopped him before he could get his hands on him after telling him we would be moving to a better club in a few days Anyways; we all miss you a lot. Paul won't stop asking if we've received any letters from you… horny bastard. I have been trying to call Cyn in New York but they keep saying I cant make long distance calls like that, I want to die. And even worse Stu might stay here with some bird named Astrid to paint so we might lose our ONLY bass player. But enough about me, I hope everything is going okay back in little ole Liverpool. For once I miss that crumby old town. I really miss Mimi actually, and don't worry, I've written to her every chance I get. But on a more interesting note, some news has just been brought to my attention at this very moment as I'm writing to you. Apparently Paul and Pete have been thrown in jail for lighting a condom on fire that they hung on the wall at the club we are moving from. God if they get deported I will kill them. I had better go bail them out some how so unfortunately this letter will have to be cut short. See you soon.

John

P.S. Tell Julia hi for me and that I miss her a lot.

I was smiling ear to ear. George was laughing. "Oh Paulie, that's classic!"

I rolled my eyes and hugged the letter to my chest. I looked at the date of the letter and noticed it was dated a day ago. My mom tapped me on the shoulder. "If you guys want to go outside and hang around you can. Today looks like a slow day, I can handle the shop."

I smiled. "Really, you sure mom?"

Mom nodded. "Yeah, go on. Just don't be home late." We both nodded and ran out the door. I stuffed the letter in my coat pocket since I had forgotten my purse all together. George took out another cigarette and lit it puffing smoke out between his lips. I looked at him. I secretly kind of admired him, for the way he looked. He dressed so…cool!

He looked at me and smirked. "Take a picture, it lasts longer."

I looked down blushing and coughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I just think…" Ugh…how do I say this? "…you look cool. You would fit in John's band great." I was blushing even harder now.

George laughed. "Ya think so? I've really wanted to be in it but I haven't got the guts to ask." George shrugged and took another drag.

I laughed. "Really, what do you play?"

We approached the board walk and the sea air sent became stronger. George walked up to the wooden railing lining the board walk and leaned against it. "I play guitar. I've been playin since I was ten."

I nodded and stood in front of him with my arms crossed. "Oh? That's cool."

George rested his right elbow on the railing behind him and crossed his legs. "Yeah, do you play?"

I scoffed. "No way, I couldn't play an instrument if it depended on my life."

George chuckled and took another drag of his cigarette. "But I thought you were in John's band."

I shook my head. "No, I'm just his friend."

George nodded and looked out over the harbor and sighed. "I miss Paul; it's been so dull here without him." He laughed. "Well, duller than it usually is."

I smiled and chuckled. "Yeah me too. I would be hanging out with John's girlfriend Cynthia but she's in America for the holiday." I sighed. "It's pretty boring."

George nodded and threw his cigarette into the water. "I think I'm gonna audition for John. You know, them losing another guitar player and all."

I smirked. "But they aren't losing a guitar player George; they're loosin a bass player."

George shrugged. "Maybe someone else can pick up the bass. Paul says I have a good chance for guitar in the band."

I laughed. "Oh yeah? Who's going to play bass? Paul?"

George winked. "You never know." We both laughed.

Ello my friends!

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