B e a u t i f u l ~*~ D i s a s t e r ~*~ L a y o u t s
Coylah wandered among many paintings and
photographs holding a clipboard in her hand.
She was wondering how long she would be able
to work again because of her illness.
Her black with platinum dyed hair strands
was up in a loose ponytail and her clothes didn’t look too professional either.
Not like the customers or anyone minded
that.
The casual style was the new in style.
She loved her job.
She loved art, she wanted to have her own
gallery one day. But that was out of question again.
The building seemed huge, the ceiling was
high and the interior was decorated every year or so.
Gerard watched everything from the outside.
“You know this is going to end badly don’t
you?” Mikey looked around with his hands in his pockets.
“It doesn’t have to, why are you all being
so d.amn stubborn?”
“Do you want the list or the long story?”
He shook his head knowing what they thought.
Frankie was annoyed.
Ray was angry.
Bob was worried.
Mikey was completely neutral.
They didn’t like her for what she has done.
They feared a new connection between Gerard
and Coylah.
He would get all depressed. He would start
to drink. Again.
He would wallow in self pity in case she
dies.
She was simply a bad influence. Along with
Bert McCracken.
But that was again another story.
They both turned around instantly as someone
coughed just to get their attention.
“Where is it?”
“Here.” Gerard handed Starr two invitations.
“You’re aware she might not come? After all,
she still thinks she has a crazy maniac serial killer stalker.”
“But that’s why you are here!”
More in the results!
She sighed. “You’d better be grateful for life.” He smirked as she entered that art gallery as if nothing strange had happened.
Coylah smiled and walked over to her cousin. “Hey.”
“Coyl, you have to make me this big favor! Please?”
“Uh…ok…”
