Chapter Five:
Not A Stranger Anymore
Gerard smirked. He was very pleased with himself. Oh, so he was one of those 'why not' people. He was urging me to stay and when I ask him why, he says 'why not'. Hm, let me think of all the reasons why not.
"1. You don't know me
2. I could be a murderer
3. I'm no hot chick
4. I've been kind of rude to you
5. Thanks to me, your face looks like it been pushed into a blender.
So, that's why not. You shouldn't want me here. I'm a disgusting failure of a human being. Okay?" Well, I wasn't expecting for all that to come out. But once I started my list just I couldn't stop.
Gerard looked surprised by my answer. I knew it was a rhetorical question. I'm not stupid. But hey, he did ask me why not, am I wrong?
Gerard just nodded his head, looking up and across the room. I just stared bluntly at him. Feeling quite triumphant that I had just stooped the mind and witty answers of Gerard, the black coated greater being. He looked like he was thinking. Just staring across the room away from me. Then he smacked his lips.
"Well-" he started. Fuck.
"1. I want to know you
2. I would be dead already
3. I was never really ever into hot chicks
4. I would be rude to me too
5. You didn't seem to be minding my blender face earlier. And its not your fault. I didn't have to step in. I chose too.
But that's the thing. I do want you here. I shouldn't. But I do. And have you seen me? This face is nothing pretty. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. The only time I've ever tried to ask a girl out, lets just say it ended in tears." Gerard looked down and laughed at himself. "You wanna hear a disgusting failure as a human being? I got kicked out by my parents when I was 16 years old. I lived out on the streets. I wanted to be a artist since I was little. So I stole art supplies, painted and drew all I could. I hardly sold shit. No body really got my 'artistic style'." he scoffed. " And I actually thought I was gonna save up enough to pay for art school. Needless to say I didn't. But I did have enough to get a shitty apartment. Don't be fooled, this is shit. I just had to be sneaky about steeling more and bigger art supplies then I was before. I made it just so It was bearable to look at.
After that I pretty much gave up trying to save up for art school. Instead I started living off cigarettes and booze. Still am. My art work is selling better now but not enough." he glanced around and laughed to himself. "You can see I'm spending the money I do have wisely. Actually most of this shit is from when I was a little, or stuff that my brother gives me. Mikey." He paused and smiled a little, looking at the ground. " He's like my other half, you know? I never get to see him though. He's actually living his dream. He's the bassist in this band called The New London Fire. Mikey actually came up with the name. He comes up with a lot of great ideas. I wouldn't be allowed to tell you any of them though. He would kill me. He's always scared someone is going to 'steel' his ideas." Gerard laughed and smiled at the thought of his brother. But then he went back to his old story telling face.
"But anyways, I'm getting off topic. Since I was on my own I never talk to anybody. I keep to myself and to what I know. Long story short I'm 28, been alone since I was born, and am a antisocial alcoholic. I've talked to one other person recently. Kind of. I broke my silence. Which I thought I would never do. I knew nothing good could come out of it. But, for some reason, I did it anyways."
I blinked. I was in shock. This stranger just told me his whole life story. Not to mention he complemented me before he did. So I guess, He's not exactly a stranger anymore. I knew a lot about his life now. But he had spilled it out to someone was still a stranger. Although he was picking up on a lot of things, I still hadn't told him anything personal. I didn't know what to say. For some reason I felt warm inside, from what he had said earlier. He said wanted to know me. He said knew he didn't have to help me, that he wanted to. But fuck. Why? I was thinking about what Gerard had said last.
"So, you say you would have never talked to anybody before. But now you suddenly have, even when you knew nothing good could come of it. What changed?" I looked bent my head down trying to get into his line of vision the best i could. He was still looking at the ground. He let out a small one breath laugh. Then tried to hide a smile. The war went on for about 5 seconds before he gave up and let the smile brew on his face. Then he looked up at me. Making calm eye contact. His eyes a tad watery. I would have never cried in front of someone. But of course, I wouldn't have carried their limp bloody body back to my apartment either. There was a half smile on his face exposing some of hit teeth. There seemed to be a let go of stress in his body before he spoke.
"I saw the girl who works 6:30 to 12 at the local coffee shop."
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THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR READING SERIOUSLY<3 i only make another chapter if people comment telling me too. not just 1 or 2 people though. I need a lot to know its worth continuing. SO your comments and opinions really do help (: I know this chapter was SUPERRRR short im so sorry i kind of had to squeeze it in. Schools started back and i had to do it during school. SO im sorry. But the next chapter will be SUPER long to make up for this one. once again thank you to everyone who reads and comments. it means a lot <3 message me or comment with any questions or thoughts you have(:
