When a boy would do anything for a girl in order to make her happy.
In which two best friends liberate themselves by running away to Hollywood. Though, liberation isn't the only thing in the air.
George wants to be alone with India...
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~~~~band on the run~~~~~~~~
Looking at the sky felt like inhaling cannabis. Especially when she stared up above, too high. Only because too high was too impossible to reach to. But that's where she wanted to go.
The chocolate chip eyed, sun ray haired 17 year old girl was lay on her front yard, arms sprawled and her legs as well.
Sky is the limit and her limit seemed to have been the house, for thats where she only ever stayed.
Though their were times where a boy could take her away, for a little while at least.
His name was George Harrison.
Sure he had thin legs, a fear of the littlest things but he also had a big heart. And In that big heart was a specific love for Indiana Keet.
George would spend most of his summer days taking Indiana to playgrounds, cafes, museums and really; any new location he could find that would spark a huge smile on her small face.
And Indiana in return would kiss his cheek and thank him from the moon and back, and gift him all she could with so little she had.
Indiana felt at bliss when she thought of him and his heroic acts. Though suddenly, her peaceful silence was interrupted by a familiar sound she heard most often.
The harsh stomps against the concrete ground of the sidewalk were a fearful aspect of everyday life.
Indiana shot up and pushed her yellow dress over her knees to hide her legs and she waited for the sight of a man she loathed with all her heat.
There he was viewed with a mustache that lay up above his lips, his face battered in red with small eyes. And he carried his toolbox with a greased, swet stained white tank top with jeans that drooped low. He looked awful.
"Girl what the hell are ya doin? Go inside and cook up some grub! I don't come back everyday wanting to see a dreamer on the grass." He spat, each word dipped in a pot of poison. He trudged along the way, in the house. And he expected for Indiana to follow after him, oh yes he did. For, she always did so.
But it almost felt as if their were jail bars on those doors. And her father was the prisoner who deserved to be trapped in there. And as for her, she was the victim who should be galloping in glee.
And she could.
She could if she simply; walked away.
She came quick to her senses and did what was the best. She walked away. She walked away because she had that power and she walked away because she knew that George would be at the end of the rainbow bridge she never crossed. And he'd be waiting for her with a welcoming embrace and that's all that Indiana could ever ask for.
She ran off, ran off to George's house where he would surely be. He would be their, at his window, guitar in hand and strumming familiar tunes.
And when she did arrive, the thought of him was true. He sat their at the window, his whole legs dangling out of the window. And he was playing Gerry Rafferty, Right Down The Line the best that he could do on his old rusty acoustic.
And George didn't notice the ray of sunshine that always seemed to have stood under grey clouds. He was too focused on his finger picking.
"Yeah this is my way of tellin' you...."he kept repeating over and over again, not necessarily getting the tune exactly right. And Indiana placed one foot in front of the other slowly, approaching a concentrated George. And as she played with her fingers, he played with the strings that couldn't seem to work with.
George finally grew frustrated as he couldn't seem to get the finger picking on beat to the song. "Yeah this is my way of tellin' you..."
And Indiana grew frustrated with the same line over and over again when she wanted to head to the next one. She sang loud enough for George to hear. "That every day I'm lovin' you.." and George snapped his head to the graceful voice that perfectly attached to the beautiful view of a woman he could love so much more then he already did. And she grew a big smile as she ran to his yard and jumped up, trying to reach for his toes in which he pulled back as a laugh spilt from his mouth. And she kept jumping up and down, continuing the challenge of the touch of the toes that couldn't seem to be touched by the shorter girl, although she was close due to the small house and its manageable height of reach.
Finally she grew heavy breaths as she finally stopped and just stared up at George who had a smirk on his face.
She always did think he was handsome. Especially when he smiled. Even when the others made fun of it because his teeth resembled a vampires. But their opinion didn't matter really.
Finally Indiana sang, finishing the last verse. And she even imagined the beat of the music in her head. She sang. "That every day I'm lovin you.....so much more." And she wrapped her arms across her chest and made a thin lip grin as her cheeks coddled up in chubby fluffs.
And George could on think to himself; Oh yes I am.
right down the line/1978 gerry rafferty it's a good song man
~~~~~~~~band on the run~~~~
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