Do You Got Room For One More Troubled Soul

I walked in and was bombarded with the smell of cigarettes and old cologne. This place was every grunge kids dream! They had a ton of old records! And they even had record players for sale! I had definitely found my happy place in this record store. Although another thing caught my eye. Perhaps a person I should say. He was crouched down on the floor sorting through a box of records. He must work here. He was in a black polo with a name tag sewn into it reading “Gerard Way”, he was a good height about 5’9 I’m guessing. His hair was jet black and long, and damn was it shiny. He was broad built. I couldn’t see his face from where I was standing though. So I just walked around the aisles upon aisles of records till I came across a “Static Age” vinyl. My face immediately lit up and it must’ve been very obvious because that “Gerard” person looked over and giggled. And OMYgoD was he beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful hazel. His cheekbones appeared as if they were formed by the fucking gods themselves. Hell. He was a god. His nose, cute and pointy, yet slightly upturned. And his lips...omygod his lips, I could kiss them all day if he’d let me. They were the perfect shade of pink and they looked so soft and mmmm. I heard someone faintly talking to me while I was daydreaming of the perfect day with him. Then I realized it was him talking to me. I immediately snapped back into reality
“..huh?”
“Do you need help? You seemed a little lost.”
Fuck….even his voice was sexy. I wanted his number. So I pretended like I did.
“Uhhhh..yeah. Can you help me find “Legacy of Brutality”?”
“That’s my favorite album! Right this way sir.”
“Please….Call me Frank.” I said
“Ok. Frank.” he said with a cute smile. Fuck I wanted to marry him already. He lead me to the back of the record store and pulled out a vinyl case and handed it to me
“Thanks man. Hey you seem pretty rad and I’m new here, can I get your number?”
“Totally! I’m Gerard by the way, but you can call me Gee” he took out a pen and wrote his number on the back of my receipt after I bought the record.
“Thanks.”
“Sooo? Where’d you come from?
“Colorado.”
“No way! What part?”
“Conifer. Its a small town, probably haven’t heard of it, its like 40 minutes outside of Denver.”
Just the i noticed his jaw dropped. I looked at him confused
“My brother lives there. He’s a senior! Do you know him by chance?”
“Maybe, whats his name?”
“Mikey. Mikey Way”
That’s when my jaw dropped.
“Get the fuck out. He’s my best friend! Dude thats so fucking cool. We need to hang out!”
“We do! How do you feel about tomorrow after work?”
“Yeah that works. I gotta go its getting late and im supposed to meet my mom so we can go home. See ya”
With that I waved and left the store. And all of a sudden I couldn’t wait for tomorrow

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