Chapter 5 - Opinions
About two weeks later the engines were all getting repainted two at a time. Gordon and Rebecca were going in together as the last ones of Tidmouth sheds.
"Alright Rebecca, what colour do you want?" the painter asked.
"I'm not sure, it's between yellow and orange," Rebecca replied. "I can't decide."
"What about both?" the painter said. "Yellow with an orange stripe?"
"Sure, sounds great!" Rebecca said, grinning ear to ear.
"What about you Gordon?"
"Back to blue," Gordon answered.
"Gotcha," the painter said as he went into the store room. Another workman walked up to Gordon.
"Want me to get rid of this mess?" he asked, referring to the stubble on Gordon's face.
"Yeah sure."
"Are you sure? It looks good on you Gordon… Your brother would disagree though," Rebecca laughed. Gordon grunted with disapproval.
"You're jealous that he's more famous than you," she teased.
"I… am not!" Gordon stuttered.
"Sure Gordon, sure." she said sarcastically.
"Oh the indignity…" Gordon whispered.
Later that day Gordon and Rebecca met Emily and James at Vicarstown.
"Thank god you're finally here! These trains are so heavy!" James exclaimed.
"We'll take over now, since you two are too weak to do it," Gordon chuckled.
"Hey!" Emily pouted.
"I've got it Em, go have a rest," Rebecca said. After a couple of minutes Rebecca's train was ready to go.
"Goodbye Gordon!" she said as she steamed off to the mainland.
"Goodbye." Gordon said as he watched her head over the Vicarstown bridge. As he watched her disappear over the horizon he let out a sigh. "Oh the indignity," he whispered.
"GORDON!"
Gordon was instantly snapped out of his thoughts.
"I've been trying to get your attention for ages." The Flying Scotsman said.
"Maybe I was ignoring you on purpose, brother."
"You like her, don't you?"
"What? Who?"
"Rebecca."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Why not? Your personalities fit together like puzzle pieces."
"She's Henry's replacement. I couldn't do that."
"What happened to Henry?" Scott asked innocently. The memory hit Gordon like a bullet.
"Casualty Of War," Gordon sighed.
"Oh… so sorry to hear that Gordon, but would Henry want you to sit a mope around, or get on with being yourself?" As the Scotsman finished his sentence, the guard blew his whistle and it was time for the Scotsman to go.
"Later Gordon," he said as he puffed off to the mainland, but he had to make fun of his brother before he left. "Flying Scotsman coming through!"
Gordon groaned and went to pull his train back to Knapford.
Thomas pulled into Knapford Yard to see Stanley and Rosie hard at work.
"So you did go with the dark red."
"Yeah," Rosie smiled. "It was a good suggestion."
"I think you look cute no matter what colour you are," Thomas said innocently with a big smile. Rosie giggled and blushed redder than James's paintwork.
"Why'd you keep the stubble?"
"Because someone said women like it," Thomas said, now two feet from her face.
"Well, I think you're attractive whether you have it or not," Rosie whispered as she moved closer to Thomas.
"Get my coaches now, make out later!"
They looked over to see James waiting impatiently for his train.
"Oh, sorry James I'll get on that." Rosie said, as she backed away to find James's coaches.
Thomas looked over at James. "I'm going to get you back for that… That's if you ever find someone who will stand your crap."
"Pah!" James pouted.
Thomas just chuckled and went on his way to continue with his jobs.
Author Note:
Hey Pals!, Sorry its been a bit between uploads, i know what i want to do with the book but i need some "Filler" i guess... Its not that it isn't important to the story. I just cant have one shocking revelation after the other.
But i'm still working hard on this story.
Also Drewdy59 has been reading and editing over this story. In future he may write a chapter or two. So just want to say big thanks to him.
Alright peace out dudes. (And Girls) =D