Chapter 11
Rockabilly Baby
There I sat on the corner of the bed, strumming away as I hummed along, feeling content. Content on where I am in life. There, another person sat on the floor feeling the joy radiating off her, listening intently at the notes that came off my guitar. I couldn't be happier. I don't know what it is, but...I realized that I am at my most happiest here...
"Come love, I've wrote you something."
"You did?" she asked with shock. Up she went sitting by my side as I placed my fingers to where the song would begin. "Of course. You're the only thing that inspires me nowadays. My little muse is what you are." I replied to her with a cheeky smile.
The darling only sighed in content and laid her head on my shoulder as I worked my wrist and fingers to delight her with what I had crafted. It was just pure bliss the whole time, me and her, it was a feeling I never wanted to let go.
Seems like I jinxed myself.
Only the pure ball of fire radiated from my window did it blind me into annoyance. I sat up from my bed, eyes squinting, thinking as to what just happened in my head. For some reason I couldn't recall the dream but that usually happens and that only furthers my irritation. I woke with a relaxed joy washing over me and now I can't even remember what the hell it is that made me feel this way. Now that I'm up, there's no way I can go back to bed, so I headed to the bathroom to wash up and begin the day.
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How funny...She had an American Accent...
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"We should probably buy ye some new clothing." George said with a strange look on his face as I came down stairs in one of his sister's dresses. Honestly, I don't mind dresses unless they're ugly looking and this...this dress was pretty ugly which is probably why George's sister left it behind. It was a strange box pattern with shades of browns, greens, and oranges that was meant to be worn to be someones secretary since its got a collar to button and to top it all off, I was wearing my converse with it. Obviously, it was a sight for those who wanted to be blinded.....or for the blind. "Louise has only ever worn that once and it was never te be seen again...." he said dramatically.
"Well gee, I wonder why...." I said as I looked down at it.
"I'll ask me mum if she can lend you some money fer shoppin'. It'll give us something to do." He said as he walked into the kitchen where dishes can be heard being cleaned. I walked in as well, trying not to make his mom think I was some sort of free loader that's taking advantage of her son. They chatted as I entered the room with a bit of nervousness. "Oh! Dear...I haven't seen that dress in a long while...." Mrs. Harrison said with wide eyes. "I completely fergotten that you had your baggage stolen at the airport. Of course you'd be short on clothing and money. George bring me my handbag from the other room." George then went with a long stride out the kitchen leaving me alone with his mom.
"Thank you Mrs. Harrison! I'll make sure to pay you back when I-"
"You don't have to worry about that at all! I'm happy to help and honestly, I couldn't possibly leave you with nothin' on yer back!" Mrs. Harrison responded with a chipper tone. "And please, Lousie is much better." That's when George came back in with her purse. Standing next to me, he handed her the bag and out came England's currency. "This should be enough to buy ye a weeks set. I'll see if Harold can lend you more to get ye another weeks."
"Thank you. I really do appreciate this Lousie!" I said back with gratitude.
"'Nough with the that now! You go on then." She said flapping her hand to dismiss us. We turned around and headed for the door when we heard more come from George's mom. "Ye goin' too Georgie?"
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