The Personal Assistant - COMPLETED

"But I think I like her." Mikey looked at me like I was crazy. "It's ridiculous, stupid and unrealistic. I love Lynz, so why do I think about Shy? Mikey, will you say something?"

He adjusted his glasses, he was standing in front of me as I sat on the couch. Lynz had taken Bandit for the day, Shy was suppose to come over and help me with this new project but I needed to talk to someone.

"Well Gee, you know I'm here for you and will support you as you did for me. Shy is a very sweet girl but you need to think long and hard if you want to give up Lynz for her. Have you told Shy?"

"No I just kissed her on Christmas and when we talked about it she said it was a mistake and didn't mean anything." I took a deep breath and sighed.

"Mikey, she makes me feel like, I can't even explain it."

"Look, she was a fan of My Chem, right? That's probably influences how she acts around you. Just make sure you think about everything that's at hand."

Mikey left me even more confused then before. That's when I called someone I haven't talked to in a long while. I picked up my phone, hand shaking slightly. It rang three times before he picked up.

"Frank?"

"Gerard, hey man. It's good to hear from you. How are you? How's the family?"

"I'm doing okay man, busy with comics and music. Lynz and Bandit are amazing as ever. How are you dude?"

"I'm good, Jamia and the kids are doing great too. Working on some new music as well."

"Yeah, I heard your songs, they're different man but I like them. Hey Frank, are you busy?"

"No, what's up?"

"Do you think you can come over here for a few days? I have some things going on right now, I'm not sure what to do."

"Oh wow, uhhh yeah man. I can make it, you sound different. You must have a lot going on, I'll get on a plane as soon as possible and be there tonight or tomorrow."

"That would be great, Frank. Alright, I'll pick you up, just let me know when you get in. Bye man."

I hung up the phone, Shy would be here soon. We were going to work on this new comic idea I had, I've been helping her draw.

Shiloh arrived, we went into the office and began working. She was amazing, constantly running around getting things for me. Helping me create a story board, giving ideas and even making me coffee.

After about three hours of work I dropped my pencil, "how about a break?"

"Are you hungry, I could fix you lunch." She was still looking down, continuing to work.

I walked over to her, "Shy?"

She looked up finally, her hair in her face, covering her eyes. "Yeah, Gee?"

I brushed the hair away, holding her face in my hand. Her eyes met mine, we stayed locked in contact for several beats.

I leaned in to kiss her, only to have her move away from my touch. She looked like she wanted to say something, but ran out of the office instead.

"Shit." I ran after her, "Shiloh wait, can we please talk."

Shiloh stopped and turned around, her eyes filled with anger. "You want to talk? Okay, why the Hell did you try to kiss me again? Why are you messing with my head? You make me hate and love you at the same time. I thought I had my head together but ever since I started working for you I feel like I'm going insane."

Tears were starting to form in her eyes, "Shy...I..."

"You know what, screw you. You are married and I refuse to break up a home. I can't do this anymore, you make me feel like you actually like me. Call me when you have your own head together."

She left, slamming the door behind her. That's when I whispered, "I think I do like you." I walked into my office, it was late afternoon. I opened my lockbox, inside was a bottle of vodka. I've been sober for so long, maybe just one drink.

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