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Tongue Tied

Lonely Girl

Sage's POV
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Gerard and I have been friends for 6 years now.

I met him when I was 14 and he was 16 in a comic book shop.
I always saw him in there when I'd look in the window so I assumed he worked there.Turns out he was just a big nerd! He always helped me pick out cool stuff though.

When he turned 17 he finally got a job there. And I walked to the shop with him everyday after school and hung out til my parents got pissed and wanted me home. It was fun watching him help customers and totally geek out about stuff.

I never really saw him at school since he was older.
We went to each others graduations and it was great. Both times when he saw me he'd pick me up and spin me around. I love when he does that.

Gerard's 22 now and I'm 20. We still do the same old shit. Read comics, drink coffee, wrestle, go on walks, have sleepovers, get drunk..
It's safe to say I practically live at G's house. I hate my apartment and half of my shit is in a spare bedroom at his. I love his house.

Mikey comes over a lot too! I love that kid.
Everyone else comes around a lot as well. Ray not so much. He's usually busy working. He got a job at a guitar shack thingy. Frank will help out there sometimes.
I say 'sometimes' but he practically works there. He loves helping the kids out.

Gerard's the manager at the comic shop now and I work there. So we usually ride together.
I guess we're closer than I thought.
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"Excuse me, sir. You don't have to yell. I'm sure we'll get it in stock again before you need it." I calmly told the customer. December usually attracts a bunch of angry customers. Hungry for the Christmas presents.

"I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER!" The very loud customer demanded.

"Hey G?" I spoke into my walkie talkie. "I need ya at the register. We have another screamer."

I watched the customers face fill up a bit more with rage.

Gerard laughed before responding. "Roger that Sergeant S."

The customer sighed loudly.

G came out about 2 minutes later.

"Mr. Way is here to the rescue!" He announced.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, moving out of his way.

"What do you need help with sir?"

The customer began an angry rant.

"I need a specific comic book for my son. I called yesterday and was told it was in stock. I come in today and woosh! It's magically not in stock and your bimbo slut cashier told me th-"

A look of shock sprung on our faces. But Gerard had the guts to interrupt him.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to stop you right there."

"And why is that?!"

"I won't tolerate that disrespect on one of my workers. She's known this place since she was 14. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my store. Here-"
He slid him a piece of paper and a pen.
"Write down the name of the comic book and your address. We'll mail it to you as soon as we get it in stock again."

The customer picked up the pen and began writing.
"I cannot believe you're both making me do this. I'm never coming here again."

"I can't believe you called my best worker a 'bimbo slut'!" G responded to his whispered annoyance.

We both walked the angry man storm out of the store.
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As we were locking up we talked about the commotion that had gone on earlier

"That's the worst one we've had!" G exclaimed.
"Yeah. And remember that one that said he refused to believe the manager was an 'emo fag'?! I thought he was bad!"

Gerard laughed. "They're all bad." He paused for a moment. "C'mere." He said with a smirk.
"No. I'm scared to." I laughed nervously.
"No seriously! C'mere. I want to hug you."
"Wait..why?"
"Because you need a hug! Now c'mere."

I slowly walked over to him and felt his soft, strong arms wrap around me. I laid my head into his chest, accepting the nice relaxing hug. We stood there for what I think was 2 minutes. Until I felt his grip around me tighten, and suddenly I was lifted into the air.

He spun me around twice. I laughed looking down at him smiling.

"You haven't done that in forever!" I exclaimed. "I love when you do it."
"I'll do it more often then. Comin' back to my house?"
"Yes sir."


Notes

heyo guys! I hope you all enjoy this! I've had this idea for a while now and I'm just now doing something with it.

Comments

I really like this. Could you update please?