As I walked into the quaint little café, I stopped for a moment to put my umbrella into the coat closet. You just HAD to get a hole now, I grumbled to myself, smelling coffee.

"Hiya Gee. The usual, please?" I said to my best friend Gerard. He owned Way Café, the town's new coffe shop/ bakery/ library/ concert venue.

"Comin' right up Rosie!" I shot him a death stare.

"Don't. Call. Me. Rosie."

He smiled back at me. "Is it really raining?"

"Nah, I'm just always soaked from head to toe," I said with an eye roll, "Get to work on my coffee!"

I went over to my usual table, the secluded double booth with the comfiest seat facing the window. It's behind a bookshelf, so no one ever takes it. It has the perfect light for when I feel like sketching something or reading.

Someone was in my booth.

"Order number 47, a pumpkin mocha for Rose!" Gerard shouted throughout his pride and joy of a business.

I rush over to the counter to grab my coffee. "GEE SOMEONE TOOK MY BOOTH! MAKE THEM LEAVE!" (I'm very protective over it if you can't tell.)

"I know, silly."

"And you just LET somebody sit there?"

"We'll of ccourse! He is here to see YOU, after all."

"What the fuck Gee. What the actual fuck."

"You remember me mentioning my brother Mikes, right?"

Of course I remembered. Gerard described him as an adorkable loner that likes comics, plays bass, and listens to the Misfits.

We almost could've been twins based off of that description. I play drum set, not bass, but everything else is the same.

"And he's here for me because..."

The biggest smile erupted onto Gerard's face. "I'm setting you two up!"

"WHAT THE SHIT GEE! YOU AT LEAST COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD ME BEFORE HAND OR HAD DONE IT ON A DAY WHERE I DON'T LOOK LIKE A FUCKED UP DROWNED RAT. THANKS."

Notes

Just a little intro chapter. Gerard's boyfriend frank to come in at some point.

Hope you enjoy it so far sweetie!

xoxo Emma

P.S. Make sure to check out my other stories, especially the first one I've ever posted!