Gimme All Your Hopeless Hearts
Stuck On You
~Jacky’s POV~
We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, both of us sort of half quirkily smiling. I quickly looked outside.
“Shit its late out.” It was it was pitch black outside and we were the only one’s left in the cafe. Even the workers left and the guy from before left a note on our coffee table in front of the couch we sat on. It said for Gerard to lock up.
“Shit, you’re right. Do you need a ride home? It’s late and I happened to notice that you didn’t happen to have a car with you.” He was right, I didn’t. I walked over here... Stormed off to be exact.
“Yeah I do thanks, that would be greatly appreciated.” I smiled at him as I picked up my leather jacket and bags from comic shopping earlier.
“No problem,honestly! Don’t worry I’m not some crazy guy either.” He laughed at the thought of that. Him crazy psycho maniac? Nope, thats like saying that black is the same color as white. Far from the truth.
~Gerard’s POV~
This girl. Was it fate to meet her? When I look at her my legs get weak and my heart skips a beat or maybe two or three. I just met her and yet…I feel as though I’ve known her forever. And she’s so endearing. My, her skin is so pale and her hair so dark, her jacket, her voice, her diction. Everything about her just seems so perfect, and talking to her just seems so natural. For the first time in forever I feel like there’s someone I could just be myself around. This is such a crazy feeling. I don’t ever want it to end.
She hopped into my lame old black Vista Cruiser. “This is embarrassing,” I thought “my car is a total lemon and it’s filthy. Why didn’t I ever put my cd’s and clothes away?”. I felt my face get red hot from my thoughts as I stuck my key into the ignition.
“Where to miss?” I gave her a little wink hoping she would catch my quote and without missing a beat she replied,
“To the stars.” She lifted her hands in the air and made sort of a rainbow motion with them. This girl is such a catch. “Okay, fo serious now. I live on 1499 North Winkle. It’s not too far from here.”
“Gotcha.” I started driving to her said destination. Wow so this is how its going to end? I mean I know her name but we don’t even have each others numbers. We got so caught up in our conversation that it slipped my mind. It would be to weird to ask now, wouldn’t it? God! Here we have this incredibly charming girl who just so happened to even acknowledge my existence and show even the slightest amount of interest in me and I fucking blow it by not even getting her number. I tried to focus on something other than parting ways with Jacky.
“I hope you don’t mind me playing some music.”
“Not at all, anyways from what I’ve seen laying around in here you’ve got some pretty great taste” She shot me a half smile with one eyebrow raised. I put in my Greatest Hit’s CD for The Killers.
Before I knew it though I was in front of her house. I let go of a heavy sigh. “So this is goodbye then, Jacky?” I really hoped it wasn’t. She grabbed her bags and got out of the car. She turned back to face me and replied in a way only she would.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She gave me a wink before closing the car door and heading up her pathway. What a fucking tease! Now how will I ever forgive myself for not getting her number! I drove off into the night, feeling like the world’s biggest dumbass and happiest man ever for meeting her.
~Jacky’s POV~
So it’s been a couple of days since I met gerard. How fucking stupid am I to not get his number!?!?! I nearly slapped myself in the face at the thought of it. I can’t get him out of my mind. All I do is gush about how charming and how picture perfect he was to my poor little pug.
“I’m sorry little guy you must be annoyed by now.” He just sat there staring up at me with his big eyes as I scratched his head. “I don’t know what to do. I have to see him again I just have to. He’s all I can think about since that day.” Again, just stares. “Well you’ve gotta help me out! I need to see him. I need to. Wait-” and then it hit me. He works at that cafe by The Rolling Stones store. I have to go see him now! “Guard the stations here scout!.” I put some food in his bowl before leaving, who know’s when I’m coming back home. Such a dirty thought. This isn’t like me, but you know I just honestly don’t care.
When I finally made it to Grounds for Murder I stood in front of the door hesitantly, “What if he isn't there? What if he is? Only one way to find out. I swung open the door and rushed in excited from the thought of seeing him.
We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, both of us sort of half quirkily smiling. I quickly looked outside.
“Shit its late out.” It was it was pitch black outside and we were the only one’s left in the cafe. Even the workers left and the guy from before left a note on our coffee table in front of the couch we sat on. It said for Gerard to lock up.
“Shit, you’re right. Do you need a ride home? It’s late and I happened to notice that you didn’t happen to have a car with you.” He was right, I didn’t. I walked over here... Stormed off to be exact.
“Yeah I do thanks, that would be greatly appreciated.” I smiled at him as I picked up my leather jacket and bags from comic shopping earlier.
“No problem,honestly! Don’t worry I’m not some crazy guy either.” He laughed at the thought of that. Him crazy psycho maniac? Nope, thats like saying that black is the same color as white. Far from the truth.
~Gerard’s POV~
This girl. Was it fate to meet her? When I look at her my legs get weak and my heart skips a beat or maybe two or three. I just met her and yet…I feel as though I’ve known her forever. And she’s so endearing. My, her skin is so pale and her hair so dark, her jacket, her voice, her diction. Everything about her just seems so perfect, and talking to her just seems so natural. For the first time in forever I feel like there’s someone I could just be myself around. This is such a crazy feeling. I don’t ever want it to end.
She hopped into my lame old black Vista Cruiser. “This is embarrassing,” I thought “my car is a total lemon and it’s filthy. Why didn’t I ever put my cd’s and clothes away?”. I felt my face get red hot from my thoughts as I stuck my key into the ignition.
“Where to miss?” I gave her a little wink hoping she would catch my quote and without missing a beat she replied,
“To the stars.” She lifted her hands in the air and made sort of a rainbow motion with them. This girl is such a catch. “Okay, fo serious now. I live on 1499 North Winkle. It’s not too far from here.”
“Gotcha.” I started driving to her said destination. Wow so this is how its going to end? I mean I know her name but we don’t even have each others numbers. We got so caught up in our conversation that it slipped my mind. It would be to weird to ask now, wouldn’t it? God! Here we have this incredibly charming girl who just so happened to even acknowledge my existence and show even the slightest amount of interest in me and I fucking blow it by not even getting her number. I tried to focus on something other than parting ways with Jacky.
“I hope you don’t mind me playing some music.”
“Not at all, anyways from what I’ve seen laying around in here you’ve got some pretty great taste” She shot me a half smile with one eyebrow raised. I put in my Greatest Hit’s CD for The Killers.
Before I knew it though I was in front of her house. I let go of a heavy sigh. “So this is goodbye then, Jacky?” I really hoped it wasn’t. She grabbed her bags and got out of the car. She turned back to face me and replied in a way only she would.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She gave me a wink before closing the car door and heading up her pathway. What a fucking tease! Now how will I ever forgive myself for not getting her number! I drove off into the night, feeling like the world’s biggest dumbass and happiest man ever for meeting her.
~Jacky’s POV~
So it’s been a couple of days since I met gerard. How fucking stupid am I to not get his number!?!?! I nearly slapped myself in the face at the thought of it. I can’t get him out of my mind. All I do is gush about how charming and how picture perfect he was to my poor little pug.
“I’m sorry little guy you must be annoyed by now.” He just sat there staring up at me with his big eyes as I scratched his head. “I don’t know what to do. I have to see him again I just have to. He’s all I can think about since that day.” Again, just stares. “Well you’ve gotta help me out! I need to see him. I need to. Wait-” and then it hit me. He works at that cafe by The Rolling Stones store. I have to go see him now! “Guard the stations here scout!.” I put some food in his bowl before leaving, who know’s when I’m coming back home. Such a dirty thought. This isn’t like me, but you know I just honestly don’t care.
When I finally made it to Grounds for Murder I stood in front of the door hesitantly, “What if he isn't there? What if he is? Only one way to find out. I swung open the door and rushed in excited from the thought of seeing him.
Notes
Fourth Chapter coming right up, expect a little smut?? I didn't think it would head in that direction but I mean I kind of want it to. To spice up the story. 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!
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