I'm Happy Just to Dance with You

~Chapter 45

I lay on my couch bored out of my mind.  They've only been gone a few hours at that, but I shouldn't say I was bored. I was occupied with rethinking the events thathappened at the station. They just played over and over as if it were a broken record.

Kaithlyn and Veronica asked if I wanted to go out to get something to eat, but I declined and said I'll meet them later. I needed some time alone to think.

"Hey, Jules," said Mom. I made a face at the name.

"Mom, I told you not to call me that," I said.

She just laughed and brushed my hair back behind my ear. "I know, but I just wanted to know how you're holding up."

I looked up at her and she was smiling a sincere smile that made me feel at home, like I could tell her anything. "I'm fine," I say, "I'm just missing them already."

Her thumb rubbed my cheek gently back and forth. "Yeah, I understand, but you should be happy for them, getting their break and all. Just imagine..."

    I nodded. And I can imagine. I imagine them playing in crowded clubs where people are chanting for encores when they finish a performance. I imagine a big record label hearing them and offering them a contract. I imagine them playing in large auditoriums with millions of fans. I imagine them being the happiest they've ever been in their entire lives.

I looked at my mom. A small, loose piece of hair carressed her cheek as if it were a gentle vine on tree. She looked exhausted. "Mom, why don't you lie down? I'll make you a sandwich. Okay?"

She smiled and kissed my forehead. "Okay." I got up from the couch and let her lie down in my spot. I whipped her up a quick sandwich of ham, cheese, and lettuce with some warm milk. 

"Thank you, Jules," she replied with smirk. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"I'm going out, I'm meeting Veronica and Kaithlyn at a restaurant," I say while puttimg my purse around my neck.

"All right, have fun."

~**~  September 19th

Senier year had started. The homework was just piling up by the minute that it was almost as large as Mt. Everst. The first few weeks past and it was strange to not see George in the halls.

Veronica and I were walking home from a film we'd seen after school and were telling each other our favorite parts. We had just seen TheApartment. It was hands down on of the funniest films I've ever seen.

We were coming up my driveway when I see the mailbox was full. I open it and grab the whole stack. I shifted through it as we walked to my porch. Then, I see the stamp on one of the larger envelopes was not from England at all, but from Germany.

My heart begin to race a little. The return address read  GeorgeHarrison. I squealed and began to jump up and down.

"What's all this fussin' about, eh?" Veronica speculates in her thick Liverpudlian accent.

"George wrote me!" I feel my lips going numb from smiling ear to ear.

"Well, don't just stand there, let's go read it, yeah," she said as she shoved me through my door.

We ran up to my room and absentmindedly threw our coats on the hallway floor.

We jumped on my bed and a tire open the top of the package. I pulled out the first thing in the package, which was a slightly crinckled letter.

I quickly opened it, and tried to decipher the obviously quick-written note.

DearJulia,
               Justwantedtoletyouknowthat thingsherearegoingpretty gear sofar! We'vegotan all right little flat, butPaulwon'tshuthistrapwhenhesleeps. ImissbeingbackinLiverpool. They'vegotusplayinginasmallclubcalledthe Indra forhoursstraight; Idon'tknowhowmuchmoremyfingerscantake!
WhenIsayImissbeinginLiverpool, ImeanImissyou. Quitealot, too. Wealldo. Wemissthegirls, too.
Irealizedthatsoonwillmarkthedaywefirstmet, whenIbumpedintoyouandknowckedoverallyourthings (sorrybytheway). September 19 willbeoneofmyfavoritedays, becausethat'sthedayyoucameintomylife. Ievensentarose, becauseIrememberhowmuchyoulikethem. Ihopeit'snotsquished.
IlearnedabitofGermanwhileIwasheretoo.