One more bite won't hurt

"Kaitlin....." He mumbled to himself, "Kaitlin fucking Jones...."Blonde hair? Yes.
Black skinny jeans and boots? Yes.
Fairly tall? Yes.
Resting bitch face? Yes.
The jealous type? Definitely.

Gerard sighed. He should have foreseen this: how could a day in which he actually went outside turn out to be a good day? And now he had lost months of his work. But he wasn't going to let it slide from him that easily.

He sat back, twiddling his fingers restlessly. He knew that bitch. His mum had introduced them to each other a few years back because they had 'similar interests', basically they both enjoyed writing comics. The difference being that Gerard could actually write and get his comics published whereas Kaitlin was just an amateur, her comics getting little attention from no-one. And he guessed that this was why she had stolen them. The jealous type? Definitely. To take his hard work for herself.

He tapped his hands on the desk, his urge for coffee rising as the minutes passed. Still he tried his best to concentrate, remembering her ambitious but utterly awful personality that tortured him when they were forced to meet. And Gerard hoped that they would meet again, very shortly.

He rattled around his house for a while. Ignoring the spare bedroom from which smells of slowly decomposing flesh were floating along the air. He searched through shelves which where piled high with bills he should of paid months ago. He rifled through draws that he could barely open; the paper erupting from them. He eventually found it: his address book, turning each page until his eyes stared viciously at the name that lay before him.

Kaitlin Jones
7 castle hall road
07933 989 482

Yep. That was is. He was going to reclaim his comics. But first he went to get coffee. Because... You know.... Why not?

He stumbled downstairs and opened the kitchen cupboard door, realising that he had in fact run out of coffee that morning. And at the moment he needed his coffee more than he needed his comics back. He threw his coat over his shoulder and grabbed his keys and some change off the counter. He would get his comics back, whatever it would take, but first he needed coffee...

Notes

Short chapter because guess what?!!!
I'm with my bestest Fren ever!!! And we are sat next to each other writing fanfic and listening to Fall Out Boy and P!ATD and Get Scared! So, yeah. :)
thanks for reading, this chapter was a bit of a filler so thanks. :) x
-Lou