Gimme All Your Hopeless Hearts
Solitary Style
~Jacklyn's POV~
"Hmmm I wonder if anyone can hang out today." I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and messaged all my friends on a group message on Facebook. Five minutes passed. My mind started to race and think seemingly at speed of light as it usually does when I get anxious.
“They're all online so…”.
An hour later, and still no reply, "As usual no response. What’s new? What could I have possibly expected.” I started to tense up and clench my fists. My voiced raised now. I am obviously irritated, “They're probably all hanging out without me!" I stomped my foot on the ground in frustration and woke up my small sleeping pug. "Ugh, all my friends are ignoring me. Seriously? Why do I put up with this! All I ever do is help them with there problems but the moment I want to do something and hangout they’re nowhere to be found! Off and away consumed in their own lives!" I grabbed my leather jacket and wallet. I needed to get out and avoid the inevitable if I stayed and wallowed in my toxic thoughts. “Bye little fella. I’ll be back later I just need to get away. Guard this place stinker.” I pet the once again sleeping little canine and left my house.
I swung open the front door the way I had a million times before. This place is my sanctuary. Whenever things get bad I come here. The aroma of plastic wrap and new goods filled my insides as the wind that came from opening the door whooshed onto my face. “God I love this place” I exhaled under my breath taking in the sweet smell of the store. It was a comic shop and a CD shop. The best of both worlds in my opinion! The even better part is that it’s across the street from the mall, convenience. The family owned shop is called “The Rolling Stones” after the band. I walked in and greeted all the workers. They knew me pretty well considering I was a regular that visited here about every other day. Kind of sad in my opinion. I browsed the new releases and imported live concerts they had recently come in from wild and worldly places like Japan, England, Singapore, you name it and they had it.
After checking those out I went to the comic side and again smiled at all the workers I encountered. “This place is so perfect” I thought. “Just me and the things that mean the most to me, music and comics.” I looked through the seemingly endless amount of racks and before I knew it I had comics falling out of my arms because I had so many.
“Hey! Woah, let me help you out there!” I looked up to see where the nice smooth deep and pleasant voice came from.
“Oh thank you but that’s not necessary.” More of the comics began to fall out of my arms, “I've got it.” I nervously laughed. “God I’m such a klutz,” I thought to myself as this surprisinglyattractive boy about my age handed me my fallen comics.
“Here you g- On second thought I think I’ll just carry these for you. You look a bit swamped at the moment.” He giggled at the sight of me.
“There’s nothing funny about this, this is serious business,” I thought to myself both defensively and pitifully, “I’m just trying to drown my sorrows and loneliness in songs and stories.”
“I think I got enough. Do you mind carrying those to the cash register with me?” I needed him to, because I’ll admit, I had a lot. We started to walk over and when suddenly he comments on my purchases of choice.
“Woah! You’re reading The White Suits, The Umbrella Academy, and oh. Oh my, you have such great taste I can’t even-” A smile spread all across his face. He definitely was a hardcore nerd fan like me. It just oozes out of him.
“Yeah I guess.” I blushed and I could feel my cheeks starting to hurt from smiling from his comment. Well duh I have great taste that’s why I’m buying them. Still, it was nice to hear him say I did. We started talking about our favorite characters and freaking out about the plot of each story. We really hit it off which is strange because I’m usually really awkward around new people. This was a nice change for once.
I paid for my purchases and he for his. Ugh here comes the sucky part parting ways, and there’s be not a chance in hell that I’d ask him for his number considering we just met and the fact that uh hello he’s a really cute boy. He would think I’m crazy or something or as “the ghettos say”, “thirsty”.
We slowed as we walked toward door. He extended his hand to open it but before he turned he turned to face me. “Hey do you think that perhaps,” he paused for a moment, “we could go get some coffee at the cafe down the street? You seem really cool and I’ve got time.” His face looked nervous as he bit his bottom lip.
Internally I was ecstatic, “He thinks I’m cool and wants to hang out with me! Me!? This totally makes up for those buttholes I call friends completely hanging me dry today.”
“Sure, that seems like a totally rad idea! Also I’m in love with coffee so you made a good choice with that.” I gave him a big smile and he responded an equally big smile. God he looked cute and that smile of his made my stomach get all fuzzy.
“That makes two of us! Hey… Before we head off my name is Gerard, but you can call me Gee.” Gerard, that’s definitely a different name. Gee, that sounds like a really adorable nickname actually,Gee. “My name is Jacklyn, but you can call me Jacky.”
"Hmmm I wonder if anyone can hang out today." I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and messaged all my friends on a group message on Facebook. Five minutes passed. My mind started to race and think seemingly at speed of light as it usually does when I get anxious.
“They're all online so…”.
An hour later, and still no reply, "As usual no response. What’s new? What could I have possibly expected.” I started to tense up and clench my fists. My voiced raised now. I am obviously irritated, “They're probably all hanging out without me!" I stomped my foot on the ground in frustration and woke up my small sleeping pug. "Ugh, all my friends are ignoring me. Seriously? Why do I put up with this! All I ever do is help them with there problems but the moment I want to do something and hangout they’re nowhere to be found! Off and away consumed in their own lives!" I grabbed my leather jacket and wallet. I needed to get out and avoid the inevitable if I stayed and wallowed in my toxic thoughts. “Bye little fella. I’ll be back later I just need to get away. Guard this place stinker.” I pet the once again sleeping little canine and left my house.
I swung open the front door the way I had a million times before. This place is my sanctuary. Whenever things get bad I come here. The aroma of plastic wrap and new goods filled my insides as the wind that came from opening the door whooshed onto my face. “God I love this place” I exhaled under my breath taking in the sweet smell of the store. It was a comic shop and a CD shop. The best of both worlds in my opinion! The even better part is that it’s across the street from the mall, convenience. The family owned shop is called “The Rolling Stones” after the band. I walked in and greeted all the workers. They knew me pretty well considering I was a regular that visited here about every other day. Kind of sad in my opinion. I browsed the new releases and imported live concerts they had recently come in from wild and worldly places like Japan, England, Singapore, you name it and they had it.
After checking those out I went to the comic side and again smiled at all the workers I encountered. “This place is so perfect” I thought. “Just me and the things that mean the most to me, music and comics.” I looked through the seemingly endless amount of racks and before I knew it I had comics falling out of my arms because I had so many.
“Hey! Woah, let me help you out there!” I looked up to see where the nice smooth deep and pleasant voice came from.
“Oh thank you but that’s not necessary.” More of the comics began to fall out of my arms, “I've got it.” I nervously laughed. “God I’m such a klutz,” I thought to myself as this surprisinglyattractive boy about my age handed me my fallen comics.
“Here you g- On second thought I think I’ll just carry these for you. You look a bit swamped at the moment.” He giggled at the sight of me.
“There’s nothing funny about this, this is serious business,” I thought to myself both defensively and pitifully, “I’m just trying to drown my sorrows and loneliness in songs and stories.”
“I think I got enough. Do you mind carrying those to the cash register with me?” I needed him to, because I’ll admit, I had a lot. We started to walk over and when suddenly he comments on my purchases of choice.
“Woah! You’re reading The White Suits, The Umbrella Academy, and oh. Oh my, you have such great taste I can’t even-” A smile spread all across his face. He definitely was a hardcore nerd fan like me. It just oozes out of him.
“Yeah I guess.” I blushed and I could feel my cheeks starting to hurt from smiling from his comment. Well duh I have great taste that’s why I’m buying them. Still, it was nice to hear him say I did. We started talking about our favorite characters and freaking out about the plot of each story. We really hit it off which is strange because I’m usually really awkward around new people. This was a nice change for once.
I paid for my purchases and he for his. Ugh here comes the sucky part parting ways, and there’s be not a chance in hell that I’d ask him for his number considering we just met and the fact that uh hello he’s a really cute boy. He would think I’m crazy or something or as “the ghettos say”, “thirsty”.
We slowed as we walked toward door. He extended his hand to open it but before he turned he turned to face me. “Hey do you think that perhaps,” he paused for a moment, “we could go get some coffee at the cafe down the street? You seem really cool and I’ve got time.” His face looked nervous as he bit his bottom lip.
Internally I was ecstatic, “He thinks I’m cool and wants to hang out with me! Me!? This totally makes up for those buttholes I call friends completely hanging me dry today.”
“Sure, that seems like a totally rad idea! Also I’m in love with coffee so you made a good choice with that.” I gave him a big smile and he responded an equally big smile. God he looked cute and that smile of his made my stomach get all fuzzy.
“That makes two of us! Hey… Before we head off my name is Gerard, but you can call me Gee.” Gerard, that’s definitely a different name. Gee, that sounds like a really adorable nickname actually,Gee. “My name is Jacklyn, but you can call me Jacky.”
Notes
This my first attempt at writing fanfiction so tell me what you think! Comment and most importantly enjoy.
-Manda
Fun fact: Frank Barbiere, the guy who wrote White Suits, was my middle school Art of Writin teacher (it's weird typing out his full name instead of saying "Mr. B"). Anyway, your story is really rad and typing this comment is hard because my phone is lagging as I type so I can't see what I've written until a few seconds later so sorry I couldn't expand more on why I really like your story!
3/17/14