~Chapter 2

George and I got off at the bus stop across from a small restaurant. "I thought we could eat first" George said breaking the silence. "Good because I'm starving" I said grabbing his hand and running to the restaurant.


We walked inside and it seemed almost like a ghost town. No one was there except the waitress.


"Hi may I take your order" the waitress said. I looked at the menu. Then I saw one of my favorite foods, hamburgers. "I'll have a hamburger with cheese, lettuce, and ketchup." I ordered. "I'll have the same" George said to the waitress. "Would you like anything to drink with that?" I looked at George and I shook my head no. "No thanks, were fine" He said.


When the food got there I was so hungry I felt like I could eat a horse. The waitress placed the food on the table and I just started stuffing my face. "Whoa, I didn't know you could eat like that" George said sounding impressed. I laughed and said "I'm hungry."


Within a couple of minutes all of our food was gone. I guess we were both starving. We got up, George paid the check because he wouldn't let me. That was some of the best food I've had since I moved to Liverpool.


"Where to next?" I asked George grabbing his hand and holding onto it. "I thought we could go to the record shop and look around." George finished as we walked up to the shop. He opened the door for me bowing down saying "Ladies first." I laughed and said "Why thank you" in my best posh accent.


It was a small place but they had loads of records. I was looking around when I saw that there was a new Little Richard album. I pulled George with me. When I got there I was a little disappointed. I already had this album. It took me a long time to save money for it.


"You can get it if you want," George said. "Do you like Little Richard" I asked. "Yeah, I love him" he answered. I took the album and paid for it. Then I turned around and gave it George. He looked surprised. "Your giving this to me?" he asked astonished. "Yeah I know that you don't have that much money to buy it so I thought I'd give to you," I said happy that he likes my surprise.


"I don't know what to say"


"Um, how about a thank you" I said teasingly. "Thank you" he said. "Your welcome."


We walked out of the shop with a new album, well George's new album. George grabbed my hand and started taking my somewhere. "Where are we going?" I asked George. "You'll see". We got on a bus to where ever we were going.


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We got off the bus at a beach. There was pier with little booths, a large ferris wheel, lots of buildings, and there was this big tower that looked sort of like the Eiffel tower. There was a lot of people that looked like they were all having fun.


I was excited. It looked really fun. "This is Blackpool" said George spreading his arms apart proudly as if he owns the place. "Wow" I said. "C'mon" George said pulling my hand, "Let's go have some fun". We played a couple of games and George won me a stuffed bear with white fur and a little hat.


We shared a funnel cake with whipped cream on top. While I was eating George took some whipped cream and put it on my nose. I gasped as George was laughing. "You did not just do that" I said in between laughs. As revenge I took some whipped cream and put it on his forehead. "Hey" George said laughing. George took some more and put it on my chin. Then me and George had a food fight until there was no more whipped cream, or funnel cake. We were both covered in it. I thought I was going to die from laughter.


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We got all cleaned up in the restrooms. My hair was still sticky and tangled but I didn't care.


I walked out of the bathroom to find George waiting for me. "Ready to go" he asked me. I guess I had a confused look on my face because he said "To Paul's, it's almost 7:00." I nodded taking my bear and grabbing George's hand. We walked to his house to grab his guitar and headed to Paul's which wasn't too far away.


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This chapter is a little longer but whatever. So comment on what you think.

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