Younglings

Lovely little girl

1959 (back to the last chapters)
Polly's pov
I ran home tears spilling down my cheeks furiously. I was so sad, but angry.
How could that twat do that to me?!
We've known each other for years.
I was being selfish, I thought.
No.
I was overtaken by anger. My sadness stopped.
Now I was just in pure rage.
I was storming past alley's.
I was so raged I didn't hear someone calling out to me. They tapped me and I turned around and slapped them.
It was John he held his face.
"Ow fuck Polly whats wrong?!"
My anger slowly left, I looked at him for a while then all my tears came out again, I hugged him tightly. I didn't want him to disappear.
"I'm sor- sorry j-j-john."
I sniffled.
"Hey hey Polly it's ok, what happened..."
I let go of him.
"I don't want to talk about it."
He smiled.
"Ok then, well by what I'm seeing you look angry."
I nodded
"Wanna come break some shit?"
He asked.
I was confused but agreed.
He took my arm and we ran off.
"Where are we going John?"
I asked we were sprinting down penny lane.
"You'll see."
This reminded me of something... What was it?
Flash back
1951
"Come on George! Your so slowwww!!"
He smiled and caught up at bit.
Polly and George were running down penny lane. George was behind so she grabbed his arm and pulled him down to her.
But he tripped on the pavement, sending the both of them crashing down.
Polly feel on top of George.
"George you twat!"
He smiled and looked at her.
She was still on top of him.
He laughed.
She looked a bit hurt.
Until she hit him.
"Oi what was that for?"
She pointed to her used to be white dress, it was now completely covered in dirt.
"How many times are you going to ruin my new dresses?!"
They started laughing.
Georges head was against a telephone pole. They were both in very uncomfortable positions but they didn't dare move.
Flash back done.
-
Polly and John were running down the pavement, Polly saw the same telephone pole, and started crying. John looked behind him, to see Polly. Tears were spilling out of her eyes and down her cheeks. She didn't notice.
He wasn't looking at his surroundings and they bumped into someone.
They looked up to see a man, he was rather small with a big nose. He had blue eyes and facial hair that made him look scary.
"Oh I'm so sorry sir..."
Polly was quick to say.
"It's alright love don't sweat."
He said, he smiled. He had a cute smile.
"What's your name then mate?"
John asked slightly intimated by his look.
"I'm richard!"
"Oh well sorry Richard, we must be going."
"Uh ok?"
John grabbed Polly's arm again and dragged her yet again down the streets of Liverpool.
-
John finally took her into a small entery, she hadn't seen this place before.
It was a junkyard?
"Wow fun, a junkyard?"
John smiled. He walked over to an old chair, he pulled out a baseball bat from under Neath it.
I smiled but was still confused....
He skipped over to an old broken beetle. It was a rather small cute car.
He skipped over to it, and took a swing at the window with it.
"John!"
He smiled and chucked her the bat, he looked over to the other window then back to her.
She thought for a second, she saw George in her mind, sending her Into the same rage.
John took a step back, seeing her pupils grow larger.
She ran over to the car and started smashing it, over and over and over and over. She started Screaming as she did so, letting out all her emotions that were stuck inside her.
John started clapping.
"Fuck!"
Smash!
"You!"
Smash!
"George!"
Smash!!!!
The car feel down.
She took a deep breath in.
John observed her, she was red in the face, her long hair that was beautifully braided are now all over the place.
A single tear ran down her face.
"Fuck you george."
She repeated out of breath.
John admired her, he'd only known her for like a day. But he could relate to how angry she could get.
She threw the bat to the side and sighed.
"Oh you lovely little girl."
John mumbled.
She looked up to him.
"Fuck George."
John said.
She smiled.
"Yeah fuck George!"
He repeated.
"Fuck you george!"
Polly yelled.
John screamed to the top of his lungs.
"FUCK YOU GEORGE!"
He said whilst hitting his chest, looking like a gorilla.
Polly cracked up laughing.
She looked up to John.
"Thank you John I really needed that."
He nodded
"Anytime Polly."
She smiled and looked up to the horizon, the sun was setting.
"Well we better go then..."
Polly said.
"Nah let's stay here yeah?"
John suggested.
Polly thought it over.
"Fuck it lets do it!"
John grabbed her arm and lead her to a big old truck.
He opened the door.
"Ladies first...."
He said in a posh accent.
I stepped in.
It was very spaced out. The seats were cushioned.
She jumped on it.
John came in after her.
"It's surprisingly comfortable..."
Polly admitted.
"Yeah I know right, and ready if you look to the left you can see liverpool, and the sunset!"
The truck was high up, so you could see liverpool.
"Wow John it's beautiful...."
He smiled.
"It sure is..."
He said.
"It sure is..."
She smiled and copied him.
They sat there staring out into the sunset.
And for the first time in a while Polly felt like a weight had been taken off her.
John on the other hand felt completely content.
And that's how he liked it.