Monica, oh my dear Monica

Chapter 1

Third person POV
Her eyes fluttered open so beautifully. Revealing her beautiful, crystal like blue eyes. She yawned and examined her surroundings. She knew her surroundings were always the same; bed by the window, bookcase filled with comic books and fiction books in the far left corner, closest in the middle of the room, dresser in the far right corner, photos, paintings, and drawings surrounding the dresser, posters above the bed, and the door right across the bed. In her mind through, it was as if she was in a new surrounding every day. Who is she? Well she’s the very girl, you can’t miss.
She walks past you every day. You had her in every class. You go to work with her almost every day. You live right next to her, and yet you have no idea who she is? Tisk-Tisk. She has crystal blue eyes, which will sometime have a red ring form around the pupil. She has blue hair that falls perfectly down her back, and a small perfect nose. Her lips are perfect as well; she can even make a heart with them just by making a kissy face. Her face is structured like it was sculpted by god himself. Her figure is remarkable; she has a perfect hour-glass figure. Well know you know her famine features, but do you know her name? Oh course you don’t. This beautiful lady’s name is Monica Garcia Gomontez. Her current age, 35.
I know what you may be thinking, who wouldnt know of someone so beautiful and unique? Maybe because Monica… well… she doesn’t ‘fit’ in with the rest of the girls. Monica likes a variety of rock bands, and collections things a nerdy boy would. She reads comics and fiction books, not the latest gossip magazine. You see Monica was bullied every day from grade school through high school. She had abusive parents and no siblings, but she maintained.
Monica lived a pretty basic life. Every day was the same. She got dressed, went to work, came home, relaxed, got bored and went to the comic store, and then she would finally come home and sleep. Monica worked at Classic Music, a CD store that was pretty popular here in New Jersey.
Monica is now getting ready to go through same routine, but what she doesn’t know is there will be a sudden twist in today’s events.

Monica’s POV
I woke to the sun beaming through my curtains. I yawned and flung out of bed. I walked out my bed room door and went to the bathroom. Once I was finished I came back to my room and picked out an outfit for work.
I threw on a black V-neck shirt, with a pair of Jack the Pumpkin King leggings, and my favorite black combat boots. I grabbed my I have a zombie survival plan key chain that had all my keys and my Classic Music name tag on it. Time to go through the same routine. I told myself while grabbing my wallet. I headed out the door, making sure I locked it, and started walking to my job. I only lived 30 minutes away, and I woke up 30 minutes earlier then my shift. Plus I could us a walk.
It was 7:58, meaning I had a good 2 minutes before my shift. I waited by the check in area for 2 minutes then clocked in. for some reason I felt like today was going to be different, like I was going to meet prince charming. I giggled at my thoughts. To think for one moment I actually thought I would find the one today AHA!
7 dreadful hours have gone by and I'm tired and bored.
“Monica!” said Jesse my boss.
“Yes sir?”
“Can you put these knew Avenged Sevenfold Hail To The King CD’s on the rack. They just came in, and I want as many sold as possible. Got it?”
“Yes sir!” I said taking the CD’s from him.
“Oh and I almost forgot, these too.” He handed me a stack of Falling In Reverse Fashionably Late CD’s. I nodded and headed over to the racks.
I finished the Avenged Sevenfold CD’s and picked up the Falling In Reverse ones. I got up and turned around, and bumped into someone.
“Shit.” I muttered.
“Oh. I'm sorry… uhh here let me help.” The person started helping me get the CD’s.
“Thanks.” I said getting up and taking the CD’s from him.
“No... problem.” He said pausing in the middle of his sentence. What? Is someone behind me? I turned thinking Jacob, another worker here, was behind me doing something weird. I shrugged it off when I noticed no one was behind me. I looked back at the man, he was remarkably gorgeous. He red hair that went a little past his eyes, he was about 5’8-5’9. Beautiful hazel eyes and thin lips. He wore a misfits shirt with a black leather jacket, and black skinny jeans with black combat boots.
“Uh thank you. Do you need help finding anything in the store?” asking as if I didn’t just think he was gorgeous. He just kept staring at me. Okay now this is getting awkward as hell. “Well tell me if you need anything.” I said walking past him. I hope he still isn’t staring at me. I get a lot of stares for enough guys as is. I went to the F section and started to put the Falling In Reverse CD’s up.
“Uh, miss? I'm sorry for staring but… uhh… aha this might sound stupid but I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you.” I turned to see the same guy. Funny usually the guys don’t tell me I'm beautiful straight away, they just go straight to the point.
“Thank you.” I said trying not to blush.

“I'm Gerard, Gerard Way.” He said holding his hand for me to shake. I gladly took it.
“I'm Monica, Monica Gomontez.” This should be interesting.

Notes

first MCR fanfic. hope you like