You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

3. My Assignment

1 month later

Gerard's POV

I fly above, hidden in the clouds and peeking out of them occasionally as I follow my assignment as I had been doing for weeks now. This little boy, 7 years old, was being walked by his aunt who was taking him to daycare this morning. Why his aunt you may ask? Too bad if you didn't ask, I'm going to tell you anyway. His parents were alcoholics and drug users, both still had custody of the poor kid and the aunt was battling for sole rights to get him away from the two parents.

Geez, as I watched her give him a pep talk, it broke my heart to think of what was going to happen to him. I could hear, even from the distance, as the boy walked away, she whispered to herself that she needed a miracle. "Done and done," I whispered, briskly walking towards her and just slightly touching her shoulder as I walked away. Her phone rang, and as I hid in the alley, I could see her crying from joy as she did that fist pump thing, calling up someone as I continued to walk away. This was just the start of the long list that I was supposed to take care of. I still had 50 more assignments, all of them were different and none of them were put in a range of severity either.

I walked into this coffee shop, having smelled this nice aroma, and wanted to investigate what it was. I had time, after all, seeing as I was in no hurry to go back to the house. I saw this woman at the counter, stacking cups and simply doing her job until I walked up. "Hi- Oh, um- welcome to Coffee House, how may I help you?" She asked, seemingly studying me as I stood there and looked above her at the menu. "What would you recommend? I've never been here before." I admitted, looking back at her and seeing her face was kind of red. "Uh, well, I would suggest the Carmel hazelnut if you're new here," She recommended hesitantly.

I nodded and she began making the drink skillfully. "And what is your name?" She asked as she grabbed a sharpie. "Oh, Gerard," I answered, smiling a little as she wrote it on the cup. She handed me the cup, which I felt the familiar warmth, the same that came from food and this one beverage that was called hot cocoa. "It's on the house," She announced, which I looked at her with a confused face. She left to restock the cups on the other side of the shop, though I took out my wallet and put what it said above on the menu down on the counter. I kind of backed away, going out of the shop and walking down the familiar streets.

I was finishing off the coffee, which tasted amazing in my opinion. As I looked at the cup, I could see some numbers scrawled onto the cup below my name with this somewhat messy handwriting. Aw, humans are so adorable. I kind of stopped and stared at it, trying to think of what the number went to. If this was a customer count, they must really get a lot of customers because it was in the... I don't know, it was over a gazillion though.

As I was trying to figure it out, I finished off the cup and took off the cardboard so I could see what the number was. I looked around hesitantly, spotting someone who was leaning against a wall, hesitantly walking up to him and showing him the cupholder. "Do you know what this number stands for?" I asked, pointing to the ten-digit number with some hope. "Well, Gerard, it looks like a phone number to me," The dude informed me, though I was still confused.

"What is a phone number?" I asked, looking at the number and tilting my head. "Man, where have you been? The 1800's?" He spat, though I sort of shook my head. "I'll just ask my roommate, have a nice day, sir," I mumbled, walking away slowly and folding the cardboard to fit into my pocket. In all honesty, I didn't- wasn't going to ask Frank what a phone number was. Maybe he didn't know either, maybe he did, but I wasn't one to talk to him or try to strike up a conversation with someone who hated me. It was just easier to avoid him.

I sighed and looked around, trying to find something else to occupy my time with. This human store had that word in the title, or the ad did anyway. Phone. I walked in, looking around and seeing these things as small as my hand. "Hello there, what can I do you for?" This nice gentleman asked, tilting his head and letting his hair kind of flop to the side. "I'm looking for a phone, but I don't know anything about one," I explained, walking up to the desk and seeing his blue eyes. Humans had the best eyes colors, I hadn't even thought to look at my own to see the color.

"Well, you've come to the right place, come with me," He directed, waving me back and gesturing me to follow him. I had to get a tutorial on how to use it, being told to come back here if I didn't understand something or if I had trouble with something on the phone. I paid for it, doing as the guy had shown me, and typed in the number that the girl from the coffee shop had given me, hitting the call button.

"H-hello?" I heard her voice, tilting my head and realizing I was supposed to talk back. "Um, hi, it's Gerard from the coffee shop," I informed her, fidgeting a bit and throwing away the cardboard, and walking a little bit more. "Oh, hey! I didn't think you'd actually call," She nervously exclaimed. "Well, my brother always says to try it once, which goes to everything that doesn't go against my bodily consent," I informed her, though she nervously laughed and I kind of joined in.

"Well, in that case, I thought you were cute, maybe you would wanna go on a date?" She asked though she didn't lose the nervous tone. I sighed and chuckled, shaking my head. "Um, yeah, I can't really do that. You see, I'm not your type, or rather, you aren't mine. I like guys," I informed her, the line going silent. I looked at the screen and I saw that she had hung up on me, though I didn't care. She only gave me her phone number so she could date me; humans are so backward.

I hummed a little, reluctantly heading home. It had only been a month and I just couldn't stand Frank. He was rude most of the time, messy, and heaven forbid I tell him to not leave his dirty clothes in the bathroom. I looked at the door, the sun reflecting off the white and blinding me for a split second. I just hoped inside wasn't a mess.