~Jacky’s POV~

We talked the whole way to the cafe down the street. It wasn't bad having the spring air and sun as a background. It was kinda perfect, like a painting or a picture kind of perfect. He’s so cute the way he talks and the way his eyes light up while he is explaining things he’s interested in. We walked up to a place called Grounds for Murder.

“Interesting name,” I commented.

“Yeah” He smiled and chuckled at the name of the place. It was a little bit funny how his long shaggy jett black hair seemed to cover his face in a sort of girly way as he kept his face down trying not to look like an idiot whilst giggling. He quickly rushed to the door right before me and opened the door before I could even reach the handle. “After you my lady” He bowed a bit as he held the door open. “What goofball," I thought, "and a gentlemanly one”.

“Woah…” I looked up in amazement at the wall behind the cash register and workers. There was literally a wall covered in jars of different flavored teas and coffee, it was breathtaking. All the flavors, the possibilities.

“Yeah, I know this place is sort of surreal.” He grabbed my arm and lightly pulled me in the direction of the wall, “C’mon lets go get some of this goodness!” .His hand was so warm. I was a bit shocked by how touchy feely he was already with me, of course I don’t mind he’s one of the first people I've ever clicked this great with. Also I mean I didn't mind him being all touchy feely, as lame as it sounds I've never had a boyfriend, or been kissed, or any of that stuff people usually experience in their teens. Lame for a 22 year old, yes I know.

“Hey Gerard!” A man behind the counter yelled “I thought you didn't have work today?”
“Oh, no I’m just here as a customer now. Can I get the usual?” He works at a coffee shop. This cute called Gee works at this magical place. Oh my…

“Hey Jacky, what do you want?” He looked at me all excited and giddy. He obviously had a knack for these things.

“Umm… You know, I don’t know. I’ve never had this many options before and I’m really bad at making decisions.” I kind of made a face and scrunched up my nose from my embarrassment. It’s the truth, you can’t count on me to make decisions for the life of me. “Gee, can you pick something for me. What do you recommend Mr. Professional Coffee and Tea Expert?” There I go being a little shit as always, god I hope I don’t come off bitchy. That’s just how I react to things.

“She’ll have what I’m having.” He smiled at me a sort of goofy smile. Good he didn’t take it that way. He quickly shook off his smile trying not to look like a creep. Once we got our drinks we walked to the corner of the cafe and put all of our things down and sat on one of their red couches.

“So you work here?” Yes, stupid. It’s obvious, did you really need to ask?

“Yeah, I do but it’s only temporary. I want to be a comic book artist.” He looked down sort of embarrassed himself. I quickly caught notice and said something.

“Really that's so cool! Man if I had the talent believe me I’d probably do something like that. If you don’t mind, is there any work of yours you can show me? I’d really like to see what you’ve got and all that.” I felt like I was sort of intruding, I mean I know what it’s like for people to ask me what songs and crap I’m working on when I’m just free styling it on my guitar and keyboard.

“Yeah for sure! This is weird for me I usually don’t show people my stuff upon meeting them.” He smiled and pulled out a small sketch book he had with him. “Here.” He handed it to me hesitantly. Gerard tensed up as I opened the small black book.

“Holy shit…”

“It’s that bad?” He winced from all the embarrassment and insecurity over his work.

“No… not at all. It’s actually really good! Like I would pay money for this. No joke.”
He blushed and gently took his book back. “Thank you, that means a lot actually. I’ve got a ton more little series and ideas but I still haven’t found that one solid story that will be my ticket to making it big.”

I looked at him, “You definitely have the talent to make it, trust me. Don’t worry when that story comes you’ll shoot off and kill’em.”

“What?!” He started laughing. Yeah oops forgot to tell him about my little quirk of mine.
“Sorry! I should probably tell you I sort of make up a lot of words that I say to express my feelings toward something or speak using code names and what not. I don’t know most of the time it doesn’t make sense to other people.” I hid my face under my short jett black choppy hair. God, now I’m the goof.

“That’s possibly the cutest thing ever.”

Did he just say something about me is cute? Oh my he did. I tried not to blush at the thought of him saying something about me is, of all things, cute.

“Thanks.” I sort of awkwardly smiled and ran my hands through my hair to fix it and partially ease all the awkward oozing out of me from his comment.

“So tell me what do you do?” He looked me sort of differently now, like he was challenging me. Mimicking me. His hazel eyes sparkled playfully.

“Well currently I work at the library down Monroeville. I know call me an old lady librarian I’ve heard it a million times.” He just stared into my eyes as I talked. Was he really this interested in what I had to say? Am I really that interesting?
“I mean I want to be in a band and make it big, but I know that’s a shot in the dark and is a one in a million chance of ever happening.”

He quickly responded in a genuine caring tone, “No don’t say that! You’ve got the same chance of making is big as I do.”

“You’ve never even heard me play.”

“Well then maybe we should change that.”

“Maybe we should.”

Notes

Okay so this Chapter is I honestly don't know, so tell me what you think! Sorry it took so long to update been busy with school and all.
-Manda