Your Limitless World

As the artist walked to the nearest convenience store he contemplated on what Andy when she said, 'your loss', why would she say such? Why did she even want to see the boy? He was only fifteen, correct? He didn't believe that he'd want to share any romance or anything with a kid. The whole thing got the student cringing.

While he was walking he started to think about something else. He knew he wasn't going to see that kid in his lifetime again, unless he comes to his university. But he wouldn't see him because he was only a senior. The artist smiled to himself and then he reached his destination. He silently cheered and walked into the store.

The convenience store was small and vacant. Then again, it was night time around Newark and no one liked to be out (except crazy people). The whole setting looked poor, the lighting gave everyone in the store a green glow, the walls had oil and dirty water(?) falling down it's walls, and a few lights flickered on and off quickly. The setting gave the artist the chills and a picture of a horror movie being shot here. He could just imagine it. Then the bell rang at the front. His head shot up and saw a short person walk in.

The short person, a boy, wore a black sweatshirt with a small Misfits logo and a pair of baggy black skinny jeans. Then a pair of black converse and an obvious black shirt underneath his sweatshirt. The boy was wearing the same thing he was wearing this morning. The artist tried to not look at him but he kept. He analyzed more of the teenager's body, he saw a couple of tattoos on his hands and two on his neck. The man didn't notice those before.

"Will this be all for you?" The woman at the front asked. Gerard looked at the woman who was handing a bag to the young boy.

"Yep." He answered.

"Alright, that'll be 10.69." She said to him.

Gerard quickly turned his body around and tried to focus on what he was getting. He got a couple of drinks and a small snack. Once he got situated he left the aisle and went to the front. The teen was gone and only left the six people walking around the store. He asked for a carton of cigs and paid for his things. He left the store and walked back to his apartment.

Frank on the other hand, he was smoking a cig and trying to find some inspiration. He found one, the nearby convenience store. It was very good and they way it hit on that work of art's pale face, it was just calling out to the sixteen year old boy.

As the teen walked towards his neighborhood he looked at the apartment buildings, bookstores, record stores, and various other buildings. He kept his music volume low, he wasn't comfortable walking at 9:00 pm with his music at full blast in his ears. In this town, you weren't too sure when you'd die - even if you believed in the Lord himself and thought he had a set date for you and you knew it was going to be long time, some killer might get to you before He does.

The punk kid was never a big fan of going outside but whenever he did he only did it when he had to go to school or when it was dark and he wanted to A) run a quick errand or B) take a walk and think whilst doing so. Tonight he was doing both.

For the artist, he wanted fresh air, inspiration, a smoke, and something he wasn't sure of. Happiness? Of course he wanted that ever since he was 14. Love? He always wanted a lover, and he thought he got one but she abused him. Then he got another but she was using him for sex. Another artist to converse with? He met many and hangs out with some but not the one. But he believes he has but he doesn't know how to approach people and he was a child. The one aspiring artist that stood out to the rest, Gerard was sure that he wanted to make him his...student.

Notes

Short but I'm sorry I didn't update like I said I would...I got sidetracked and I had to go to school...but I promise that I'll update a lot this weekend and everything...and yeah...

Other than that hope you are all liking this story

XO weenie <3