beatle imagines

homeward bound - g.h

Hello, all. Been a while but im back. Let's get a story in this book, shall we. 

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Name: Frances Deanna Lowell

Year: 1959

Relationship: Train Buddies

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Train whistles were heard all through the platform and of course Franny was rushing to reach her car. Kicking her body up and into the car she slumped onto the ground. 

"Sorry, sir." She apologized, dusting of her pants and gathering her bags. 

"You'll be in car 9. Its just down and the last car in the left." He guided her. 

"Ta." She ran down the walkway disrupting the other passengers. 

She finally sighed when she reached her car. Opening the door she saw she had a person sharing her car. 

She smiled toward him and threw her stuff up into the overhead. She sat down and decided to start reading "The Pit and the Pendulum" by Edgar Allen Poe. 

"Reading about the Spanish inquisition, I see." He says. 

"Yeah. It's quite good." She responds, laying down. 

"Y'know, nothing good comes out of being apart of the Spanish inquisition. You never expect it," He smiles, kneeling down by her. 

"Could you please be quiet. I'm trying to read." She flaunts the book cover. 

"I'm George by the way." He smiles again, his k-9's showing.

"Frances." She mumbles, sitting back up and pulling her legs beneath her. 

"Oh, that's a pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl." George tries to flirt. 

"Can you please leave me alone. We have a three hour train ride and i was hoping to actually get some peace and quiet. I've dealt with my mum's new boyfriend and his jabbering." She explodes, throwing her book down and looking red in the face. 

George looked at her stunned. "You're fun." He mumbles. 

She huffs and grabs her book. She begins where she left off. 

George stayed silent. The only noise being the little radio he packed. 

"I'm sorry." She spoke quietly, putting her book down. 

"What." He looks up, bewildered at the words. 

"I'm sorry for snapping." She apologizes. 

"Wow. That's good. Apology accepted." George smiled, he moved to sit on the same bench.

"Please don't get any ideas. What brought you on the train?" She asked. 

"Well, me and my mates were playing all these sorts of clubs in Hamburg but then they found out I was underage and had no working permit. So, they gave me a kick." He laughed.