“Gerard.” I said sternly, calling my older brother to the window.

“Mikey, you can’t just keep staring at her.” He informed me in a sympathetic tone.

“She’s beautiful.”

“I know Mikey, you’ve said that three times already.”

“But Gerard-

“-I’m going to make coffee, do you want some?” He cut me off, sounding irritated. Coffee does sound pretty good right now. I haven’t had any since noon.

“Sure” I replied, keeping my eyes on our new neighbor.

Our buildings were close, and she had her curtain open. So naturally, I decided to look. She was wearing a black tee shirt and black leggings, and she had her brown hair up in a messy bun. She seemed to be painting and listening to music. I knew this, because she’d occasionally sing a line and tap her foot. Through the grey skies, a little amount of light was shining in her direction, almost like the heavens were pointing in her direction. I giggled at the thought. The light was illuminating her pale face as she smiled at the sky. She seems so… irresistible.

She was drinking something. It was either coffee or tea, I could tell because her cup was see-through and the liquid was a light brown colour. A part of me hoped it was coffee so we’d have something in common.

My ‘observing’ was cut short by Gerard walking back in with two cups in his hands. He handed one to me and I felt the hot cup warm up my thin, cold hands. I smiled at him.

“Thanks, Gee.”

“No problem, how about we just relax for a little while. You should get you mind off of...” Gerard trailed off as he looked in her direction.

I sighed and he grabbed his sketchbook and sat on his bed, cross legged.

I put my coffee down and walked into my own room. I grabbed my bass which was hanging on my wall and walked back into Gerard’s bedroom. I sat on the ground and began to play.

---

After an hour or so, I drank my coffee and practiced a couple songs, but the neighbor kept invaded my thoughts the whole time. “How old is she? Where’s she from? What’s her name? Is she single?” My mind kept asking questions.

“Gerard” I called, looking in his direction.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“I need her.” I said out of nowhere, yet sounding desperate.

Gerard put his sketchbook down at my words, sighing deeply and looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

“How badly?” He asked.

“So fucking badly.” I replied, looking him in the eye.

“Then we’ll get her.” He said simply.

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I was at Franks house when I got a phone call from Gerard.

“And you swear you saw her looking at you?” I asked, in a worried tone.

“Positive. She freaked out and everything.”

I got up. Anger coursing through my veins.
“This could all be ruined because of him. I know I told him to look at her every once in a while to make sure she was still there, but I didn’t anticipate this would happen. My plan is ruined. I’ll never get her. She’ll never be mine.” I muttered as I swept a glass of water off the table. It collided with the grey wall, sending glass and water flying all over the stained, white carpet.

“MIKEY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” I heard Frank yell from the other room.

I pulled the phone back up to my ear to hear Gerard humming; I waited for him to say something… anything.

“…Mikey, she’s grabbing her sweater. I think she’s leaving.” Gerard informed me.

“We have to follow her. We’ll be there as soon as possible. Keep your eyes on her.”

“Okay.” Gerard said, ending the call.

Frank stormed into the room looking angry.

“We’re leaving, now. Text Ray and Bob, tell them to meet us at my place.” I ordered.

Notes

Aaaah!! Thank you once again. I'm starting school again tomorrow, but I've already got the next chapter written out., so don't worry. :)