Guitar Picks and Paper Cartoons

"So what was with the comment?" Gerard stated as we walked with arms linked.

"What comment?"

"The one about your mom being happy to find out I was in your room."

"Oh that...I don't know she's been stupid lately saying that I need to get a boyfriend and put on makeup and wear dresses and shit. Basically she wants me to be a whore."

"Why?"

"Because I need to act girly and look 'cute' in order to get married after high school."

"Well that's stupid I mean from what I saw earlier you looked fine." My mouth half dropped, did he really just say that. Was that him hitting on me? I never could tell with those things. I was in fact slittly insulted that he said what he did.

"I really don't understand you sometimes."

"What?" he laughed.

"It's the exact same as if I had a bathing suit on."

"I'm not saying it was a bad thing."

"Eww eww eww this is just to weird even for us." I said as I pulled my arm away from his. He just laughed.

"I'm teasing you that's all." He came up and hugged me while we walked. We finally got to school partly through first period. I stood across the street and just looked at it and sighed. Why did I convince him to get me out of bed. Standing looking at in for a moment. The fact is that I knew I didn't want today to come so I shut off my alarm. I didn't want Gerard to know so I went in the school even though I wasn't going to stay. When we both went our separate ways in the building, I just left. Today was not a day I wanted to deal with. It was the 9th of October. It was always the 9th of October.

I jumped on the bus and took it to the fairy. From there I went to New York. When I to a building on Lincoln and 67th. I couldn't bring my self to go inside so I waited at a coffee shop across the street. A year had gone by since the last time I did this. 365 days. And still she's on my mind everyday.

A man walked into the shop and ordered a tall black coffee and sat down across from me in the booth. I couldn't even bare to look up at who it was. I already knew.

"So 5 years now?"

"Yeah 5 years." I said barely above a whisper. I finally looked up at the man. Tears ran down my face no matter how much I tried to stop them.

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