New York. Greenwich Village. This is where Stuart and I planned on staying for our two weeks away from England. We were the excited pair of love birds packing and ready for our home away from home.

"Who knows, maybe this can be a yearly thing. What d'you think?" He asked while looking through our closet.

"Depends how things go." I smiled, brushing my hair. "First, we need to figure out where our babies will stay."

Stu looked at the mattress where Minxy and Popkins napped.

"What about your parents?"

"That's a good idea. I should pay them a visit anyways. Since Sarah had her baby...my sister.." I trailed off.

"You alright?"

I sighed. "Its weird saying that. I've been a single child for such a long time and to think...know I have a sister now it just weirds me out."

"I forgot what her name is."

"They named her after my mom."
He just watched as I stared at my hands. The memories of her just flooding my mind.

"She would have loved you." I smiled. "She always wanted me to fall in love with an artist. Someone with a gentle heart and free spirit."

In that moment I began to cry. Stuart walked over and held me as I buried my face in his chest.

"Shhh Molly its alright."

"I miss her so much sometimes. I keep telling myself to move on and that I have but she's always in my head."

"She's in a better place Molly. Look we leave tomorrow....I still have some things to sort out here. Maybe you can use this time to have a visit with your dad."

I sniffled. "That sounds nice. I'll take the kittens too."

He kissed the top of my head. "That's my girl."
....

I walked alone the cold familiar street, a small box in hand as I stopped in front of my old front door. Before I could knock, the door opened.

"I thought that was you I saw walking by. Just yesterday I was thinking, what ever happened to my little girl?" Dad smiled. I blushed and kissed his cheek, walking inside. It smelled of apple and pumpkin.

"I'm here dad. Actually for a favor but...also for other reasons." I sat on the sofa. Before he could follow, Sarah walked into the room with the baby in her arms.

"I thought I heard you." She smiled. "You never came to meet her."

I bit my lip and set the box beside me. "I've been busy. Three months now?"

"Yes. You want to say hello?" She walked closer until I spoke.

"N..no. I mean...can I have something to drink?"

Sarah and dad just looked at one another.

"I'll um, get you some tea." She left quickly. Dad sat across from me and folded his hands.

"Molly..."

"Dad." I looked at him. He sighed.

"Is there something bothering you?"

I stayed silent and shrugged. "No. Yes. I dunno dad I just..."

"Molly I'm father just tell me..."

"Why? Why moms name??"

"I thought you'd be happy.."

"I wanted to be happy. I wanted to be excited to have a sister. I wanted lots of things but moms name??"

"You're never around Molly. Why should it bother you now??"

"Because mom was everything to me! She was my best friend and my whole world! She kept me going everyday and reminded me of California! I just.." I sniffled.

"What's going on Molly? Are things with you and Stuart alright?"

"They're perfect. I just feel like I leave a lot of things unsaid." I wiped my eyes and stood up, grabbing the box. Sarah walked in the room.

"Leaving already?? You haven't even met..."

"I can't accept her as my sister. Not now at least. I'm sorry I came.."

"Molly wait."

"Happy holidays." I walked past them, out the door just to bump into George.

"Molly! Fancy seeing you around 'ere again!" He gave me his famous smile.

"Your parents home?" I asked.

"Just mum. Why?"

"Can I come in?"

He looked at my sad state and nodded. "Sure. You alright?"

"I think I need a friend."
....

Missus Harrison agreed to take care of Minxy and Popkins for the time being. I forgot how lovely and sweet she is. I always though of her as a second mother. But right now I needed someone. Not Stuart, not John, not a bottle of liquor. I needed George. My best friend.

He led me to his room, familiar yet different. The smell of cigarettes and fresh cologne filled the air. I noticed the walls painted dark grey. The bed in a different setting. The floor still covered in clothes, music books and records. I sat on his bed and realised I was sitting on something. I pulled a picture of Brigette Bardot half naked from underneath me. I broke a smile and held it up to him.

"I wonder why this is here." I teased. He turned red and snatched it away, tossing it in a drawer.

"It's for school." He lied clumsily. I giggled.

"School? Or for practice?" I smirked. He made a face.

"Were here for you. What's on your mind?" He sat criss cross on his bed. I followed and reached for his hand.

"I miss you George."

"I miss you too Molly. How's life on the other side?"

I sighed. "Its...nice. I love it but...Johns been a bit of a pain."

"John still lusting after ye?"

I nodded and slowly laid in his lap. He shyly let my head rest on his chest as I breathed in his scent.

"You smell so good. Like old times. Our days listening to records...our nights sleeping in this bed after id leave Peter for the night..." I shut my eyes.

"You haven't written to me. I miss that."

"I've been busy."

"So ave I. But I'd still find time for you."

I smiled and enjoyed his fingers in my hair. "You still have a girlfriend?"

"Y..yes."

"What d'you think she'd do if she saw us like this?"

He stayed silent. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"Molly...does Stuart know you're here?"

"I told him I planned to visit some family."

"Am I family?" He asked.

"I think of you as a brother."

He chuckled. "I don't think siblings are this close."

"Some are." I giggled. He slowly touched the side of my face.

"Are you coming to our gig in London?"

I looked up at him and sighed. "I'm going away for a little while George."

"What?"

"Stu and I are going to America. New York to be exact." I smiled.

"America? How long??"

"Just two weeks. I'll be back George."

"Will you? You've been away for so long already."

"I've always been here."

"It doesn't feel like it. You've been off in another world I just...I want you back."

I stayed silent.

"I don't mean anything bad..."

"I know. John told me almost the same thing just a few days ago."

I knew he could sense the hurt in my voice.

"But em, I rather know you're with a bloke like Stuart than Peter. I get to see your beautiful face without any marks. You deserve happiness."

I blushed. "You're too good to me George. I want to see you more."

"I'm always here Molly."

I looked at the clock and sat up. "I should get going. Good luck with the gig."

He watched me stand up and fix my hair in his mirror. I noticed the picture of us at the park a few years ago pinned on the wall.
....

I felt rather good walking home to Stu after my talk with George. The busy street full of pedestrians as the weather took a break from its dark state to let some sun through.

As I neared our door, I felt my stomach turn. As if something was wrong. I unlocked and turned the knob to find Stuart on the floor, convulsing and vomiting on the hard floor, groaning in pain.
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