The cool, grey clouds had spaced themselves away from my paths. I was happy with this observation; I didn't feel like rain suited my mood. At the best of times, I loved it. That relieving rush of a light rain shower in the summer, the colours blurred by washes of water reminded me of some paintings I'd seen in a local gallery not too far from here. But, right now, only bitter winds brought my mood down. It was good to see the sun shine, despite the light that blinded me more with every turn I took.
That weird, punk guy wasn't done with his cigarette yet, and neither was I. My motives were set on looking deeper into the detail of his few tattoos, but that god-damn light! If I could create a book of the top 100 things that annoy me, sunlight would, for definite, be in my top 10.
I must have got to listing about 5 different pet peeves when the guy cut my trail of thought. I hated when people did that, I'd rank that at 3.
"I'm sure I've seen you around before. I recognise you."
"Unlikely, I don't leave my house often, so whoever you're seeing must be my doppelgänger. So I oppose that, If you see him again, tell him I want to meet him. There can only be one. " Weird, punk guy laughed at my statement, although I didn't think it was very funny. Why did he keep laughing at me? Was there something in my teeth?
"So shouting at shop workers isn't the only daring part of your day, then? " There was this sweet smile that lit up his face over puffs of smoke that clouded my view. His head tilted back as he did so, and I watched closely at the way his fringe fell back over his face when he moved back to a regular stance. I'd forgotten to reply, and it had only occurred when he began speaking again. "Maybe I'll go look for him, I'm intrigued to see what you'd do in that situation. " That god-damn smile was still printed on his face and it was distracting me. I almost forgot to answer again.
"I'd win them over with my croissants, not the ones from here though, ones that aren't mouldy! Then, okay; then that's when I lure them to my place and-"
"Oh dear god, " He intruded. Did he mind? This all sounded so out of context now! God-damn. Intrusion.
"No, no, no! I was gonna' say -"
"You'd fuck your doppelgänger. " The guy laughed again. What was so funny? My embarrassment? I was starting to think this guy was a high-school prankster.
"Of course not! No! " It took me a while to realise his cigarette was done with. I didn't want him to leave yet though, I wasn't finished with my story!
"Well if you don't, I will, " his statement flew me, before I knew it, my cigarette was accompanying his and I was choking on smoke. There was a scratchy feel in my throat that enhanced when the small guy startled me. His hand was on my back and his face within a distance so near I could smell the cologne that stained his skin. Was it the choking that led my hands to tremble or his eyes that pierced through my stability? Their shade was unfamiliar; stunning. A muddy green with hazel tints and a lining of sap green. A painting wouldn't do them justice.
"You alright there? " No; your eyes, your eyes.
Thoughts itched at me, there were a lot of things I wanted to say but my attempts to do so were...unsuccessful, you could say. "Yeah," my reply was breathless.
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna get some coffee? "
Suddenly my eyebrows were raised and the reply was faster than any other reply I'd said previously. "Yes." I wasn't sure what was more exiting: the fact I was getting coffee, or the fact I was getting coffee with the guy who just said he'd fuck my doppelgänger. Nevertheless, I was most certainly excited.
"And uh, I'm Frank. " Frank. What a cool name, I already like his name, I wish my name was cool. 'Gerard' doesn't really have that cool ring to it, but I guess that it suited me perfectly. Cool wasn't really my thing.
I flung a hand in my direction, "Gerard. "
Frank and I shared a glance that filled my stomach with butterflies. The trembling I had was getting worse. What the fuck was my body doing? I was fine, clearly fine.
"I know a place a few blocks away, it's just a short walk," he said, directing me the right way. I followed his steps, staying focused on the story he was telling me about the coffee shop we were heading to. Apparently it used to be a hairdressers that had gone out of business.
His story made me suddenly more aware of his hair and the red patch that contrasted the black of his fringe. It looked cool, like the sound of his name. Frank reminded me of a punk kid who used to be friends with my brother. I'd never bothered talking to his friend, but I wish I had. He seemed cool; not as cool as Frank, though.
I'd forgotten to focus on his words again. My thought had led me astray again. God-damn I hate my thoughts sometimes. I didn't know what he was talking about, I just nodded politely and waited for the words to come to a halt.
"Do you like the misfits?" He looked at me funny, I wasn't sure why. It was just a question.
"Yeah, uh, how did you know? "
"You look like someone who would throw paint bombs at my house and run off wearing a misfits hoody with a fag hanging out your mouth."
"Maybe I will do that, and if I get caught, I can tell the trial it was your fault for putting these ideas in my head." The smile he had was still so genuine and great.
"Get caught? I thought rebellion included not getting caught."
"Rebellion? Nah, that would just be a regular Tuesday night. There's no rebellion in paint bombs!"
I wasn't one to jump to conclusions, I hated the concept of judging others, but apparently all I could tell him about was my assumptions of him. Great.
"I bet you save the proper riots for Wednesday nights then, huh?"
"It sounds like you want me to wreck havoc."
"Well I've never done that shit, sometimes I leave my taxes a day late and call that rebellion."
"You call that rebellion? I'll show you rebellion! Real, fucking rebellion."

Suddenly the coffee wasn't as exciting anymore, and that was saying something! Whoever Frank was, I'd had a better time talking to him in the past 10 minutes than I'd had in the past month alone.

Notes

I do not know what the fuck I'm writing it just suddenly became about doppelgangers what the hell tori