I Should Have Known Better (Sequel to That Boy)

Chapter 2

Yay, it's chapter 2

I don't know whats so cool about this chapter, but WHATEVER.

And I still don't know what Im gonna do, so, I AM going to do what I usually do at this point

Wing it XD

Enjoy!

 

Chapter 2 - Richard Starkey

"Oh!" I fell backwards after walking right into a person of similar height. They had walked out of a door of some building right as I came in front of the open door. Their head was bent down, with a lit cigarette sticking out of their mouth. I couldn't catch their face before crashing into them, and fell over, only to land on my butt. They hardly stumbled compared to me, with my small amount of balance that I hold day by day.

"Sorry!" I looked up to a see a hand reaching out to help me up, after hearing the owner speak with a tinge of worry for me. I sighed quietly and grabbed the hand with one of my own. The owner of the hand pulled me upward and looked right into the face of Ringo.

"Hi Ringo." My voice was bland, and almost seemed dead. Ringo, on the other hand, seemed cheerful in his appearance and his voice. That October morning, he was wearing a simple grey jacket covering up a dark blue, plaid shirt, and he had some loose jeans on, tipping it all off with black shoes.

"Are you going this way?" His hand pointed down the street in the direction I was going originally. I blinked and nodded a small bit. I began walking again and Ringo came up next to me, to walk with me. Our shoes smacked against the side walk at the same time, my hands were shoved into the front pockets of my pants. I moved my fingers around, playing with the keys I had shoved also into one of the pockets.

"So Holly," Ringo broke the silence between us, looking over at me and continuing forward. I kept my blue eyes forward, peering into the clouded horizon, " I haven't seen you in a fortnight, all right?" For a moment, I had to search my brain to remember what fortnight even means. And I found the meaning hiding in my memories.

"I'm doing ok." I shrugged and looked down at my shoes.

"Hm, you seem down. Are you sure you fine?" Ringo asked with worry in his voice, keeping his blue eyes on me.

I nodded quickly, "I just m-miss him." I swallowed my sadness in a small gulp. But I kept my face looking serious and with no feeling.

"Who?" Ringo wore a a curious face. I turned my head towards him, leaning it back a bit, and gave him a 'you got to be joking' look. His hair slapped his face a bit in the wind and his eyes had to squint to see me. he thought for a minute, "Oh right Paul." And that moment of stupidity caused me to laugh for the first time in what feels like forever. I just kept laughing and laughing. It just kept coming and coming. Ringo laughed along for a bit, but he went from a funny laugh to a Poor Holly has gone mad laugh.

While continuing to burst out in laughter, I tired to explain what was so funny, "That was the funnest thing I've heard in a while." He nodded in understanding but still looked at me like I have gone crazy.

Finally, I calmed down and took a few deep breath, and we were coming close to the shop I wanted to buy my paints from. It was maybe a block away. I began to hurry because it was continuing to get cold quickly.

"Where are you going?" Ringo rushed a bit to keep up with me. I clutched my arms across my chest to hold in the heat being released from my chest.

"To this small shop." I replied back to his question quickly. We came up fast to the shop, whose name was covered in snow. He was closer to the shop door then and and quickly opened it for me, before losing the cigarette and smashing in under his boot. I nodded his head in a gesture of gratitude, and entered the shop. Ringo followed fast, and we both continued to shiver, as we both warmed up in the heated shop.

"Welcome!" Said the middle aged woman at the desk near the door, she had caught notice of us from the small chime that rung as we entered through the door. A small smile on both our faces was the greeting in return. I slid over to one of the aisles and went down in to find what I was looking for.

Ringo followed me, sometimes stopping and looking at something that seems interesting. The paints were all hung on the back wall, ranging in color from left to right, and in size with the large cans at the bottom and small cans closer to the top. I tapped my chin with my hand as my eyes scanned across the wall. I had no idea what I wanted really, I just needed something to do that day.

"What are you going to get?" Ringo had reappeared behind me a bit, but I could see him through the corner of my eyes.

"Not sure really." I shrugged and continued to look. But I needed to chose. So I decided on three small cans of pink, blue, and a light yellow. Ringo made no comment on my decision, but that didn't faze me to much. I wasn't even sure what I could use the paint. But whatever.

I walked up to the counter and set the paint on the counter. Ringo, once again, snuck up next to me, but I didn't say much.

"Let me pay for it." Ringo offered to me. I wanted to kindly reject this offer but he had already stepped a bit closer to the large counter and pull out money out of his coat pocket. The woman accepted his money and I grabbed the cans from the counter. They were small enought, I could clutch all three in one hand.

On the way out of the shop, I looked down at the paints and smiled at myself. Ringo was so nice, I was happy to have a friend like him at this time.

"Thanks Rings." I told him just before we parted ways outside the shop. It was still freezing but I wanted him to know my gradituted. Just doing something small can make someone elses day.

"You're welcome." He returned the smile and waved a good bye before going the opposite direction me came. I waved back and went my own way.