"George, hurry up and go so your Dad can take Harry to Billy's." Mrs. Harrison called up to George in him room.
"Wha- oh, yeah, I'm coming, mum…" he said back. He'd been daydreaming about Liz again. His mind had been going back to her more often then before. To be honesty it was scaring him just a little bit.
He bounded down the stairs and picked up his shoulder bag, and he took the list of things his Mother wrote down for him. He looked at it and started out the door.
"George, darling, are you alright?" his Mother asked grabbing his elbow.
"Yeah," he said smiling the best he could, "I'm alright, mum. Bye." He kissed her cheek and left her standing in the doorway with a worried expression on her face.
"Sure, mum," George muttered as he walked down the street, "I'm just hung up on some girl I helped a while ago, remember her? Yeah, I definitely do, since she won't leave my brain alone…"
"Do you always talk to yourself when you run errands for your Mother?" Paul asked catching up with George's quick pace.
"Wha- oh, hello Paul," George sighed, "No, I don't, I just can't get this girl out of my head is all."
Paul smirked, "Who is she, George? Which lucky girl is it that has you fancy."
"No, Paul, it's not like that," George thought for a second, "Well I don't think it is anyway, but it's that girl that I helped and brought to your house a while ago. You remember her?"
"You mean that Liz girl?" Paul frowned.
"Yeah, I just can't get her out of my head." George ran his hand through his thick hair.
"Really?" Paul asked, "Why do you think that is?"
George shrugged, "I dunno, Paul. Harry says I'm obsessed with her, but I think I'm just worried about her."
"Why would you be worried?"
"Well she wasn't completely better when I last talked to her, and your mum just kicked her out." George shrugged again.
"look, George my mum did what she had to do to keep us healthy, it's Liz's own fault she wouldn't go to the doctor." Paul said stubbornly.
"I understand that, but your mum could have al least found her a place to go instead of throwing her out on the streets!" George was becoming frustrated with Paul.
"All I'm saying, Georgie, is she had a choice to get better, and go to the doctor, but she refused to go. I'm sorry you feel bad about it, but it was her own decision." Paul and George walked in an awkward silence for a bit until Paul decided he'd better go home.
"Bye, Paul…" George muttered and walked into the grocer's. He got most everything on the list at the grocer's, and the rest was what his Mother need for Harry's new school clothes.
By the time he was through with everything on the list, he still had enough time to go to the record shop.
He truly smiled as he walked through the glass door and took a deep breath of the musical smells of the guitars and other instrument there. He went to look at the records and didn't see anything except the Carl Perkins LP he'd bought a couple of weeks before. He sighed and re-exited the shop. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure across the street sitting on a bench. He carefully crossed and sat down next to her.
"Hello," he said without looked over to her.
"George?" she asked trying to get a closer look at him.
"Hello, Liz…" George looked over at her, she looked positively horrible.
"So it was you I saw go into the record store?" she smiled at him.
"Yes, it was me, are you alright?" George was truly worried about her.
"Yes George, but I'm still sick…" Liz looked at her lap.
"You aren't bleeding this time are you?" he was as serious as he could be, but she giggled and shook her head, "good."
"So how are you, George?" she asked him.
He thought about this for a moment, should he tell her he's been thinking about her non-stop for the past month? Should he say how worried he is about her? He couldn't just tell her he was 'fine' like he told everyone else when they asked, but if he said he wasn't, wouldn't she'd start to worry about him, like he did her? There was a possibility she wouldn't, but he didn't take the chance, "Oh, well I'm the same as always." He smiled, and she suddenly grabbed his arm tight. He frowned, "What's the matter?"
If it was possible, her face got even paler than before, and she shook her head, "My father's over there, George; he cant see me here!"
George looked around and saw another familiar figure walking down the street, looking big, and angry, "Alright, just follow my lead." Liz nodded and followed George's lead as he stood up and walked casually to the bus stop. The bus was rounding the corner, and George hoped it could beat Liz's father to them.
Just there luck, it didn't. Mr. Parker saw not only Liz, but the little punk that got him into some trouble with the cops.
"Hey!" Liz's father screamed. Liz jumped and George put his arm around her to hide it.
"It's alright," George whispered, "Just ignore him." She nodded and took a deep breath. She put her head against his shoulder as the bus pulled up to the curb. They were about to climb in, when George was suddenly jerked back and pulled away from Liz.
"George!" she gasped turning around and seeing George trying to fight his way out of her father's grasp. She looked back into the bus and considered going on, but that meant leaving George in an extremely dangerous situation.
"Liz, go on…" George grunted, still struggling.
"No, Liz," her father said threatingly, "Don't go on that bus, or you know what I'll do to your boyfriend?"
Liz's eyes got wide. She didn't know if it was the surprise of George being called her boyfriend or the thought of what he might do to him.
"Let me go!" George choked. Her father got a better hold on George and swiped at Liz. She jumped out of the way up the stairs of the bus. The doors shut and the bus started to move. She gasped as George and she father where pulled out of her sight. Liz scrambled to the back of the bus and watched as much as she could, and hoped her father didn't hurt George too bad.
When the bus stopped again she recognized where she was. She could see Paul's house from the bus stop. She needed to get help for George, so she ran there, and knocked vigorously on the door.
Paul opened the door, and didn't recognize her.
"Hi, can I help you?" he asked politely.
"Paul, it's me Liz, I need your help." Liz said quickly. She saw the name click in his brain and he suddenly became very serious, "With what?"
"It's George, I was talking to him across the street form the record shop, and my father saw us, and he got a hold on George, when we tried to get away! Please help me; my father could seriously hurt him!" Liz pleaded with all she could. When Paul just stared at her she started to cry.
"MUM!" Paul called behind him,"I'm going out, I'll be back later!"
"Ok, Paul, be back by dinner." Mrs. McCartney said casually.
He grabbed Liz by the hand and told her to take him to George. She ran down the street the best she could in her state to bus stop across the street from the record shop.
Unfortunately, there was no George. Liz plopped down on the bench, and sobbed into her hands. Paul sat next to her and awkwardly rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, Paul," Liz choked wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, "This is where I left him."
Paul frowned, "You mean you just left him here?"
"Not on purpose! We were trying to get on a bus to get away from my Dad, and I stepped onto the bus to get out of his reach."
"And it drove away before you could get back off…" Paul said with a sigh. Liz nodded grimly and looked around for any place George might be hiding.
"Alright, well, I gotta go home now, Liz." Paul said swallowing hard, "I'm sorry, and I wish I could help you, but my mum said to be home for dinner."
"But…" Liz didn't know what to say to get him to stay, "But I thought George was you friend?"
"He is, but he's not here, Liz, and I gotta go home." Paul looked at her once more before turning around and running back down the street toward his house.
Liz broke down and cried again. How could Paul do that? How could he just leave her to find George by herself? She suddenly thought that maybe her father had taken George to their old dirty flat. She hoped up and ran to her old home.
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