We Can Work It Out - (LENNISON)

Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy

                            -An alternative title, "Watch me pretend I've been to Western England"-

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(George POV)

I played at the grass with my fingers, tugging and pulling it up from the earth. I sat in the lawn behind the hotel's fences. The cold wind that blew over the sea sprayed cold breezes against my face. The sun was rising and bathing the town of Plymouth with a fresh and innocent light of morning.

 John and I had driven all night, well I had, John had fallen asleep by twenty-two. We had pulled into the hotel parkway at four, much to the surprise of the receptionist. I guess she hadn't suspected two grown men to be traveling alone with mountains of cash and nothing else on our backs. So much cash, I wondered how John had fit the pounds into his wallet. They had even been folded.

To my knowledge, John was still sleeping. I was restless and decided to watch the beauty of nature around me. While the sun climbed higher into the sky, I set out to look for daisies or at least dandelions. Luckily, daises dotted the blades of grass at my feet and I was soon able to resume my seat, now with a lap full of plucked flowers.

Pattie had once taught me how to construct a daisy chain and needless to say, I was amazed. It wasn't even those childish ones where you poked one hole through it to make a thin thread. Pattie had constructed a thick braided crown that was adorned with many budding flower heads. Shadows grew taller with the rising sun making it rather hard for me to see what I was doing. Problem was, I didn't even know what I was doing.

By the time the sun had gained a permanent spot ahead of me, I had resolved to create a pathetic childlike daisy chain instead. I carried my disappointment with me while I crossed the green to go grab breakfast inside the hotel. 

The hotel had a few people in it, but their voices filled the white walls of the ground floor. I pushed the entrance doors open and was stopped by the receptionist from a few hours prior.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaning over the desk, "do you have proof of purchase? You need it to reenter and whatnot." 

His face was sharp and his cheekbones rose so high, I believed that his sockets had to be carved into them so his eyes wouldn't be squished down to ovals. He ran a hand through his mousy hair while waiting for my response, which was merely a shrug. I went onward with a rumbling stomach. The man behind me protested, but I didn't hear him.

John was sitting by a large window that faced where I had just been watching morning dawn. He held a mug of steaming liquid in front of him, but his eyes were scanning the view behind the glass. I pulled up a chair that scraped loudly against the floor and caused me to cringe. 

"Morning," John mumbled and pulled his red cardigan closer to his chest. 

"Hold on one-second man," I stood up and did a quick round of the complimentary breakfast foods and returned to my seat with a plate of eggs and mash and a mug of earl grey. I shoved the food into my mouth hungrily. John watched with cocked eyebrows.

"So," I said after swallowing, "any plans for the day?"

"Well, I called Paul this morning so he could tell Eppy what's going on. Don't want the poor chap to explode."

"Macca take it well?" I smirked.

John released a light chuckle, "Not at all.".

I shrugged, "What can you do?"