Chapter 3: Missing George
I went home that night after crying into Alex's arm on his couch. After a few hours Alex walked me back to my apartment and made sure I was in my bed and fast asleep before closing the door and locking it with the spare key I'd given him.
My alarm blared at around six and I slapped it and rose up out of my bed. My whole head throbbed and my nose and eyes were red and puffy.
I remembered now. The screaming. The panic. The crying. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before pushing myself up and making my way to my bathroom.
I looked at my reflection in the small mirror. I looked terrible, truly terrible. My red hair was matted to my head and my eyes had large dark bags underneath them.
I felt sick to my stomach. But I wasn't tired at least. I turned on my shower and thought a while until I got out and dressed in my uniform for work.
I tied my hair back, grabbed an orange and went out the door to Ziggy's Diner. The only reason I really took the job here was because Alex's aunt Jenna owned it and it was 50s-60s diner with tons of Beatles merch.
Jenna was possibly one of the biggest blessing I've ever received. She married Ben's brother Zach. She was a blonde Brit. She owned the best diner in New York, and she gave me a job that I adored.
The diner was busy and bustling when I arrived. As per usual. My co-worker Samantha was running around taking orders and bringing out food.
She glared at me and walked over. "Where the hell were you last night?!"
I shrugged. "I was at home. I was just...tired."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Whatever. Hurry up and get out here. We don't need you slacking again."
"Yes mother."
She didn't look back to me. But I know she heard me. She stopped, I could practically feel the daggers.
I rolled my eyes and placed my leather bag behind the counter.
I picked up my small notepad and went to place an ordinary looking couple in a booth. They say right under the portrait of the Beatles.
My eyes grazed over George's face. My heart ached again. I shook off the thought and tried my best to look happy for this couple.
"Hey guys, I'm Darcy." I said placing menus on their table. "I'll be your waitress today. Can I start you guys off with drinks?"
I took their order of drinks. A tea with lemon for the busty blonde with gray eyes and a coke for the man with a graying mustache.
When I got into the kitchen, Jenna was there. She hovered over me with a wary look.
"What's wrong?" I asked with a little too much attitude.
Jenna shook her head. "I should be asking you the same love."
I slouched. "Just a rough night."
Jenna frowned. "Well sweetheart, if you want to talk about it I'm here for you."
I nodded and went back to getting the people their drinks. Throughout the day, Samantha gave me repetitive death glares.
If only she knew. What I had witnessed last night. The life had just left his eyes. The way the woman's scream filled the ICU room.
On my break I went into the break room, took a cigarette out of Sam's bag, lit it and went out the back door to stand near the garbage.
I was really risking it by taking this from her. I knew if she found out she'd strangle me. I don't know what I ever did to that girl. She just hated me.
I sat down on the steps and sucked in the cancer in a roll of nicotine.
George had cancer. That's what killed him. God why'd I keep thinking these things. I needed to stop. I knew that George was dead. He'd been dead for 12 years or so now. But I hadn't seen him die, I reminded myself.
I stomped out the butt of the cig and buried my face in my hands.
A few minutes later my phone rang. It was Mom. Probably calling for her weekly "I'm alive. Glad to hear your voice too." message from me.
I answered it slowly and tried to gain composure while doing so.
"Hi Mom."
I could practically see my mother's smile on the other end. "Hi sweetie! I got the pictures of your room in my email! I just cannot believe you coated your room in those atrocious posters!"
I scoffed. I loved her but sometimes she pissed me off. Atrocious? My room was amazing. Over a thousand Beatles and other bands posters covered it.
Mom went on. "But anyways, me and Charlie are doing great! How are you sweetie?"
Charlie. My stepdad. He was a good guy. More of a dad to me than my real dad was. Living it up on the strip in Vegas with his new found plastic trophy wife, Ashley.
Not that I hated her or anything. She was nice and all but she took up all of my dad's time.
I can still hear her voice. "Darce, why don't we go clothes shopping?"
I agreed as a happy fifteen year old at the time. She took me to some weird boutique and clothed me in a really tight dress and heels.
"Sweetie? You there?"
I snapped out of my memory and back into the real world. "Oh yeah, sorry Mom. Hey, can I call you back, I'm not...feeling well."
I hung up before mom had a chance to call me back. I locked the screensaver of George Harrison and turned off my phone and went back inside the diner.
Three hours later I grabbed my bag, punched out and made my way for home. It was around five and rush hour was always crazy here.
I perused the streets on the way home and looked into the windows of my favorite shops.
When I got home I immediately shut and locked the door and got into some old shorts and an oversized Abbey Road tee.
I went into my room and grabbed my baby blue bass. I sat on my bed and quietly plucked along to 'Here Comes The Sun".
"Here comes the sun, doo do do do. Here comes the sun, and I say."
I stopped playing. And placed my bass back on its stand. I hadn't had much motive to play lately. It worried Alex, but maybe I was just...losing interest in bass playing.
I remembered when I got my first bass guitar back when I was nine. So almost ten years ago. I played that thing so much, that eventually my fingers bled and callous' grew over.
In junior high I finally played in a pop band with three boys. They tended to push me around when it came to practice. Plus, our guitarist, Max, sucked. Needless to say I dropped out in tenth grade.
I snapped out of my daydream to hear my stomach growl.
I went into the kitchen and fixed myself some mac n cheese.
My phone chirped. I looked at it. A text message from Alex.
"Meet me at the shop tomorrow?"
I replied with "Okay." and turned my phone off for the night. I turned off all the lights in my apartment flipped on my stereo and slipped myself under the covers.
Before closing my eyes I looked up at the ceiling and whispered "Goodnight George."
And even though it's improbable, I felt like, wherever he was, he was saying goodnight to me too.
~~Well, I'm pretty sure a spoon has more creativity than I do. But whatever for this sucky chapter. Tell me what you think.~~
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FanfictionDarcy Mars wants nothing more than to meet the famous 1960's Beatles band and meet her idol George Harrison. When Darcy's best friend Alex Carson creates a machine that also doubles as a time machine to the past she jumps at the chance to go way, wa...