My Questionable Romance

I trudged sullenly through the dark streets of Belleville New Jersey. My black converse high tops were thoroughly soaked from walking through a multitude of puddles. I looked up at the dreary sky and hissed in annoyance as a droplet of rain fell directly into my eye. Goddamnit eyelashes why do you have to be so unnecessarily long but you can't even protect my stupid eyeballs from one measly raindrop? I pondered this mystery for a whilst grumbling about the complete irrelevance of eyelashes and continuing to walk in the direction I was originally headed in. I nearly missed the store I had walked all this way to visit - which also happens to be my favorite place on earth. Questionable Comics & Collectibles or most commonly referred to as QCC by the customers and shopkeepers. The building itself wasn't all that special, an old dingy warehouse with a rusting sign out front. The real magic was inside, it was packed floor to ceiling with limited edition or signed (I know great right!?) comic books up from the dawn of the earliest comics to the present day and age. I jostled the door handle at the front door of the warehouse before the door gave a loud groan of protest and heaved itself inwards, revealing the beauty that was the inside of the store. I took a step into the familiar land of geekdom and inhaled sharply - ah - the welcoming scent of old books, cigarette smoke, incense and cinnamon hearts. My eyes darted around the large store, sighing at the comfortingness of it all, when suddenly I got the feeling that something was off about the store. The energy in it seemed to be more alive, I could feel it pumping through my veins with a steady pulse. My thoughts were floundering around in the deep end of my brain and were barely staying afloat. What's happening I wonder... Maybe you're becoming a Jedi... Use the Force Gerard! I giggle quietly to myself at the ridiculousness and childishness of the prospect of me becoming a Jedi. A voice from behind me makes me making me jump and spin around on my heel.

"Hiya Gerard!" the voice pipes up again.

"Hey Frankie." I reply simply.

Frank Iero is the usual cashier at QCC and him and I have become close friends over the years.

"Are you gonna look at any comics or are you going to stand there sniffing the air and laughing at yourself like a mental patient?" Frank queries "And you're also soaking wet."

"Er- I - uh - ummmm... was - no..." I trail off as Frank starts to giggle at me. One important thing to know about Frank Anthony Iero is that he is likely the most adorable person on the face of the planet and his giggle is 100% contagious.

I snort, which makes him giggle even louder, until both of us are practically rolling on the floor drowning in eachothers tears. After a few minutes trying to catch our breath we try to help each other up and stagger to our feet with the occasional snorty-pig-laugh from me and the adorable-cinnamon-roll-too-good-for-this-world-to-pure-fairy-giggle from Frank. We make our way over to my personal favorite (if I had to pick) part of the store where they keep the 1963 limited edition Batman comics. Frank goes off to find whatever comic he was reading before I got here. I sat down and started going through the shelves. I picked a book out that seemed interesting with a never before seen supervillain known as "The Shadow" on the cover. The Shadow was dressed in all black with a hood that covered his face, making it completely indistinguishable except for two glowing hazel orbs - which Gerard presumed were the characters' eyes.

As Gerard opened to the first page of the comic book the thumping noise in his ears grew louder, his thoughts were racing way out of the realm of coherent thought and his heart rate went form mildly elevated to extremely frantic in a matter of seconds. After only a mere few seconds of this sensation Gerard felt himself slipping into oblivion, then everything went black.

Notes

Hey everyone! This is my first chapter of my first ever fanfic! I feel so accomplished now... except that this chapter sucks balls because a) I'm a noob at this b) this isn't edited c) this was written at 3:00 a.m. I would really appreciate constructive criticism to improve my writing but friendly encouraging comments are always just as welcome. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible (school for me starts in 2 days so... I'll try my best). Hape a lovely day/night/morning/whatever fucking time it is for you *mic drop* :)