Gerard and I had been sat at the bar talking for a few minutes when a tall, skinny guy with mousy brown hair and black rimmed glasses stalked into the shop, an irritated expression etched across his features. The guy spotted Gerard sitting with his back to him and sighed in exasperation, then crept silently towards his back with a mischievous glint evident in his eyes. My eyes trailed him, watching as he stopped right behind Gerard, sticking his neck out until his face was next to his ear. I didn't bother to warn Gerard, he obviously knew the guy, so why deny him a little fun?
"GERARD, WHERE THE HELL IS MY COFFEE?" The guy screamed in Gerard's ear, causing him to jump about a foot in the air before flopping off of his stool and landing with a crash on the tiled floor. The guy who'd yelled grinned and broke out into hysterical laughter as Gerard staggered to his feet. I couldn't help but laugh out at Gerard's enraged, confused expression as he stared at the tall stranger.
"Mikey, you ass wipe! What the hell?" He cried, smacking the guy, Mikey apparently, on the back of the head and receiving angry glares from the owner of the store from behind the counter. Mikey just smiled and wiped away tears of laughter.
"Sorry Gerard, but thats what you get when you leave me in the car to get coffee and don't come back for forty minutes," He seethed, raising his eyebrows for an explanation, causing Gerard to adapt a guilty, embarrassed expression.
"Oh, heh, sorry about that, I kind of forgot about you when I ran into Jessa," He explained before suddenly turning on Mikey with a confused glare. "Wait a minute, it took you forty minutes to realize that I wasn't coming back out? What kind of brother are you?! This is Jersey for Chrissake-I could be lying on the floor with a bullet in my head and all you'd care about was getting your damn coffee!" he cried, feigning offense.
Mikey rolled his eyes, "Oh please Gerard, as if anyone would have the guts to shoot you with anything other than a fucking silver bullet. Anyway, I was just sitting there, and you know I had to get up early to get my bass fixed, and I just sort of fell asleep and-wait, you ran into who?" Mikey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before turning his attention to me for the first time and shooting me a goofy grin.
I mirrored smile and stuck my hand out for him to shake. "Hey, I'm Jessa," I said with a small laugh.
Mikey returned the gesture and shook my hand hastily. "I'm Mikey, better known as this dipshit's brother," he smirked, dodging another smack from Gerard and causing me to laugh again.
"So I suppose you've forgotten that we were supposed to meet the guys..twenty minutes ago, then?" Mikey asked, tugging up his sleeve to check his watch.
Gerard winced, having obviously forgotten his previous engagement. "Crap, urm, okay, well...Hey Jessa, if you're not doing anything else, you want to come our fellow dipshits? Hey where are you staying, anyway?" He asked, looking over at me with caring eyes. Gerard knew about me being basically disowned by my parents, and that I didn't have any siblings or close friends that would be willing to take me in, either. Damn, this makes it so much harder to lie and say I had somewhere to go
"No, I'm not busy, I'd love to meet your friends," I said enthusiastically and pulling a smile.
Gerard narrowed his eyes at me, knowing that I was avoiding the question of where I was living because I had no place to stay. No one wants to harbor a lunatic. And I don't mean someone silly that you call crazy. I mean someone who's actually been institutionalized. Someone like me.
"And you're currently living where?" Gerard prompted me again, raising his eyebrows for a response.
I cleared my throat nervously, my mind racing for a believable cover up for my current homeless state. "I...erm...well...I uh...have this cousin who erm-"
"Enough said, you're staying with Mikey and me, got it?" Gerard cut me off, causing me to blush and smile slightly at his kindness.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to be a hassle or anything, I mean I don't have any money or anything to help with taxes or anything, but I promise I'll get a job and work really hard and pay for my share of everything and help with food and stuff, and-"
"Jessa, you're rambling," Gerard chucked. "It's not a problem, you're staying with us." He said with an air of finality.
I smiled inwardly, silently rejoicing that I had at least one friend who I could count on to help me out while I got my feet back on the ground. It's a good thing he's so goddamn pale...if he didn't already look so dead, the other side of me might have already done the honors...
{I won't believe the horror that I see is more than your poison inside me}
Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge Chapter Four
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