Guitar Picks and Paper Cartoons

We began to walk down the road with his arm over my shoulder. "So where to Ms. Parker?"
"I thought you had something in mind. By the way why are you outside at night knocking on my window?"
"Well Anya you're my friend and I was worried."
"Worried?"
"Yeah I just...I didn't see you at school or after and your mom called looking for you and well I was worried."
"Oh okay...I don't know. What's there to do?" Still a little confused. No one has truly ever been worried about me. My mom just complains just to piss me off or piss off other people. I didn't really know how to take the statement. He directed me toward the left when we came to a corner. I had no idea where we were going. This entire place was still new to me in some ways.
"I've got an idea." He grinned looking down at me. Tonight, I began to see Gerard in a new way. Somehow being with him just walking in the street, I forgot about everything that was happening and everything that I felt toward the world in general. It was weird but I like weird...right?
"I'm wondering what place you have in mind at midnight in New Jersey," I state rolling my eyes.
"What don't I have in mind?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
About twenty minuets later we entered the Gordon O'Hare Art Gallery. I smiled as we walked through the door hand in hand. The entry way had one staircase that split in the middle leading to two different sides of the Gallery. The walk way leading up to it was lined with statues upon statues. Gerard walked up to the desk and payed for two passes.
As we began to walk up the staircase I asked, "How did you find a art gallery that is not only this big but also open this late at night?"
"Well you see I like drawing so I look into these kinds of things," he laughed at me. I smiled and stopped when we reached the split in the stairs.
"What way?" I asked smiling a very questioning smile. I felt like we were entering uncharted territory. I had no idea what to think of this place yet still I was excited. Not to mention Gerard was with me, which means everything is a little off.
"The right!" He said a little to loud considering we were the only two there.
"Oh Gerard, as if I would ever choice the right." I said running up the stairs on the left. "Catch me if you can." A waive of feeling like a six year old took me over. I ran through the place, Gerard in tow, looking for a place to hide. I turned around the corner and came to a section of statues. I stopped realizing that running in this kind of place is a bad idea. As I slowly walked around one of the statues I stopped at one in particular. It wasn't the normal kind of statue. The title I will never forget...'Never gone, just not here.' It was a statue of a women and a spirt beside her. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I felt two arms wrap around me and Gerard's head came to rest on my shoulder. I let out a sigh.
"What happened today?" I was silent. Gerard was great but this was something I wasn't quite ready to share with him. I closed my eyes and then turned in his arms. I know I had to say something I just didn't know quite what I was going to say. I placed my hands gently on his chest.
"You know that feeling like...like you wish you weren't here at this moment in time...instead you were...you were nowhere. Just nowhere. Like you just had your favorite thing in the world taken from you and you weren't ever going to get it back and finally you miss it so much you just want to disappear into nowhere. That's how I felt so I tried to go nowhere...but I couldn't find it." Gerard just looked down at me and then kissed my forehead.

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