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.........
Paul kept wondering if the constant chewing would give him a migraine or a cavity as chewing gum was the equivalent to smoking for him.
Paul didn't do much in his life, he thought. He did what everyone did, smoking as the sun set behind the horizon and chewed gum after a smelly meal.
But Paul also did other things that teens his age didn't do.
They didn't spend their whole summer day scrubbing a yellow van as they thought of poems good enough to be represented with a graceful or a electric flying tune.
"Stuck inside these four walls, left inside forever.........." And not another line or stanza came to play. He tried to concentrate but his mind ended up getting tangled with pornographic images or stupid situations that brought a smile for him.
Today it was just another day. But little did he know, it wasn't.
Paul was feeling quite exuberant that morning, no chip on his shoulder and a halo circling on top of his messy dark brown hair.
Even his grin, his face as a whole seemed to glow brighter then his yellowed buttoned down shirt with flared out jeans and a gold medallion that circled around his neck.
His high spirits were summoned when a fellow classmate of his, George Harrison requested the yellow van.
The younger boy had made a phone call late at night when slumber wasn't relevant for Paul. Paul remembered strumming his guitar, his red phone ringing. And when he picked up he knew that heaven had just called Paul's name.
Paul had been trying to sell the van for a whole year now. So when George sounded too enthusiastic about a van for a Tuesday night, he knew it must've been the works of God.
Paul tapped the front of the van with a certain beat that he coddled up with the tip of his fingers the same night. "Choo-choo -choo-choo-choo ." He sung.
"Just another day! Just another day!" This song gracefully flew from his plump lips.
Paul had the van keys jangling in his palm while he ripped off the price tag sticker that was completely sagged with dirt from the many months of all kinds of weather.
"Just another day..." he kept singing as he dusted off every unwanted speck of dirt. He simply had to make sure the van was perfect for George.
