should've known ― g. harrison

one.

𝖔𝖓𝖊. 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌!

―

August 21st 1964

"Would you run away with George Harrison?"

"Fucking what?" Carolina's bare feet padded against the hardwood floor, pajamas hung loosely on her skinny frame. Thin fingers gripping the handle of the spatula placed under a fluffy, large pancake.

Her sister, April, folded the newspaper on one side, the shape a rectangle to that of a large square. She raised her mug of coffee to her lips, forming into an 'o' before she blew into it, the top of the white, small glass disappearing behind her plump lips.

"George Harrison? The Beatles." Carolina glanced over her shoulder for a split second, wisps of honey blonde hair preventing her from getting a proper view of her sister, who was hunched over the kitchen table, legs crossed as she sat in a dining chair.

Carolina's eyebrows raised in realization before she turned quickly, flipping the pancake in the pan once more. "Oh, the mops."

"Mops?" April's voice held evident confusion. If she was having a conversation with anyone else beside Carolina, she wouldn't be understood due to her thick southern accent. It was like fog clouding around her body, incomprehensible; unseen.

Carolina clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightly, scraping the pancake off the pan and onto a plate where a little mountain of fluff had formed. Turning the heat to the stove off, she picked up the dish and set it on the table. "It's the hair."

April couldn't help but grin, brown eyes following Carolina as she sat down across from her, a piece of bacon hanging from her mouth. "Helen calls them shaggy dogs."

"As she should."

They proceeded to eat in silence once April put the newspaper down, eyes closed in on the syrup dripping off of her spoon that she was twiddling with, lips coated with sugar pressed into a thin line. It was maybe a few minutes of contemplation on April's part if she should say anything or not. She did.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do yet?"

Carolina tensed, body going stick straight, she knew what she was talking about. Her green eyes shoot upward toward her sister, head hung low as she picked at cluster soggy pancakes.

April had a tendency of wanting to know too much. She pried and poked, as if you were a little balloon and once you would pop - she would have all the information she needed. Growing up, the two were always opposite of each other. April, being the oldest of the two, was the more outgoing type; always filled with sly remarks to the brim.

Her mouth got her in trouble most of the time, words flowing out like water would down a waterfall. There was one incident that got her in trouble with their parents. Darlene, their mother practically had a heart attack hearing about what April did to get kicked out of her high school. Their father, Frank, was so livid, Carolina could've sworn steam was coming out of his face, beat red and all.

Carolina herself was a different story. She was the type to sit in her room and finish her homework, even going past the required word limit for an essay, hell, she'd even ask for extra credit. The household itself was as toxic as it could be. The two sisters both felt like they were suffocating every minute they were in the confined space, almost like caged animals.

To them, there was no way out. Darlene had told them that they'd never amount to nothing - that designing clothes and getting their hands on every instrument they could find wouldn't be enough to support their husbands.