The big Cavern thing had been on Tuesday. Now it was Friday and Cyn was lounging around Gabby’s house doing… not much of anything while they waited for art class.
Gabrielle was curled up in a chair, reading a book about Van Gough. Lot of bullocks, she thought. She voiced her opinion to Cyn. Who was currently hanging upside down over the back of Gabrielle’s couch with a big frilly pink dress on (Gabby’s bridesmaid dress from when someone had gotten married. Generally hideous as that is the law for bridesmaid dresses. Shaz had found it amusing to wear around for a laugh as did Cyn. Maureen deemed it giggle-worthy as well when she popped round the day before. Gabby was considering burning it) reading the daily mail.
“Who the fuck, right,” Gabrielle was saying “Cuts off their fucking ear?”
“Van Gough?” Cyn giggled, she flicked the page and laughed “Listen to this, flipper baby born in Newcastle, what d’you reckon a flipper baby is?”
“Gabrielle looked up from her book “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Oh, it’s a baby with no arms” Cyn said, reading further
Gabby pulled a face “That’s ‘orrible that is. Poor children. Can you imagine what that would be like to walk round and have people stare at you all the time.”
Cynthia lowered the paper “Gabby, I’m dating John Lennon, remember?” she said “He’s mad”
“Oh” Gabby laughed “I supposed he attracts stares”
“With his new hair cut he certainly does”
They giggled.
Mr. Gallagher padded into the room “Anyone seen my daily mail?”
“Cyn has it, dad” said Gabrielle not looking up from her book.
Mr. Gallagher looked at Cynthia and laughed “I say, is that you’re old bridesmaids dress, Gabby?”
“aye” she sighed and put her head in her hands “Burn it, will you”
“No! I love it” Cyn sat up, and stuck her tongue out at Gabby
Gabrielle laughed “You’re supposed to be older then me!”
“Eh- that doesn’t mean anything”
Mr. Gallagher chuckled “Like some tea girls?”
“Oh, that’s right” Gabrielle set her book aside “What time be it father?”
He checked his watch “Well, nearly three. Haven’t you got some history of Art class down at the..”
“Bloody Christ!” Gabrielle shot out of her seat “Cyn we’ll be beheaded, get out of the dress and lets go”
Cynthia reluctantly headed for the stairs to change while Gabrielle rushed about to find their things. Ten minutes later they were gone, running down the street trying to figure out what bus to get on.
Not even two minutes after Mr. Gallagher saw them disappear around the corner someone was knocking on the door again.
“Now, who’s this” he sighed putting down his paper to answer
George stood there. Hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. Smiling from underneath his fringe and looking decidedly well rested.
“Hullo George, what in the name of O’Riley’s Trousers have you done to your hair?”
George grinned “I had it cut. Is Gab here?”
“Oh, no, she’s just gone”
George stopped smiling. He hadn’t been expecting that “Where to, if you don’t mind me asking”
“Not at all, George. Just down to the art college” said Mr. Gallagher, smiling easily.
“Oh” The younger boy nodded, “Right. How’s all that working out for her then.”
“You’ve not spoken to Gabby yet, George?”
“Well” he hesitated, being in a state of half consciousness he remembered her at the Cavern and she wanted to tell him something. “Only briefly”
“Awh,” Mr. Gallagher clicked his tongue “Girl’s going mad, I say, listening to her Auntie, she has. You know they found a university for her”
“Oh?” George’s eyes got bigger. She was leaving him? “Where”
“In…” Mr. Gallagher trailed off. “I best not tell you me boy. She’ll tell you all about it when you see her. She should be back around five or so.”
“OK” he nodded. Where was she going. Oh god. Were they going to be separated again. George didn’t want to be away from his best mate any longer then he had to. Two months was a very long time and all he wanted to do was hug her again. “See you, then, I guess. And Ta”
“Yes, see you”
The door closed. George sat down. She was leaving.
He knew she would be leaving but he didn’t think she’d actually *LEAVE*. Perhaps he could convince her to stay? No, that would be selfish, she didn’t ask him to stay when he went to Hamburg. London wasn’t so far. They would still see each other. It wasn’t like they’d go through something like the boarding school. Nine months with only letters.
No it would be ok.
George stood up and walked back to his house. He’d come back later but right now he was going to call Paul up and see about a practice.