Nirvana and Coffee (Gerard Way X Reader)

What? pt. 1

Hey, welcome back to my shit writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's about 650 words.

  I think I forgot how to drive. I'm 24, I've literally been driving for 9 years and I keep forgetting that green means fuckin go. I'm moving to NJ, into some shitty ass apartment. It seems like with the amount of jobs I had back in California I'd be able to afford better, but no. I don't even know where the starbucks is yet.
  After hours and hours on end of driving and listening to the offspring, feeling like an idiot for not even relating to it, I pull up to the apartment building and sigh. I open the car door and shut it behind me, leaning against the old thing and surveying the building. It looks new, yet somehow still really shitty.
  I walk up to the front door and put the key into the lock, turning it and opening the door. I push the door open and walk inside, frowning when I see the old, crappy furniture. I walk around and explore, settling on an "it's not so bad" attitude. I mean, it's got running water, electricity, functioning furniture, a bit of space- the bare minimum.
  I sit down on the couch and sigh, playing games on my phone for about 20 minutes. It's surprisingly homey, the couch is really comfortable. I yawn and stretch, considering a nap, before remembering how much work I still have to do. I need to find a job, locate starbucks, go grocery shopping, and get all of my stuff unpacked.
  I walk out the front door and bite my lip nervously as I cross the street, letting out a deep breath once I get across, without even realizing I was holding it.
  I walk for about 10 minutes, just following along the sidewalk, hoping to find something interesting. They call New Jersey 'the garden state' but all I'm seeing is apartments, houses, and little corner shops.
  I round one corner without paying any attention, and bump into someone holding a drink carrier filled with coffee- the drinks spill all over me and ruin my nirvana shirt.
  "Oh shit, I'm sorry!" The mystery person says- I take a second to look him up and down, deciding if I can trust him or not. He's got shoulder-length blackish brown hair, brown eyes, very kissable lips, and he's wearing a dark grey hoodie and some shorts.
  "Oh no you're fine! I needed to get a new nirvana shirt anyways. I got hair dye on this one." I say quietly, kind of nervous to be talking to him. He seems familiar.
  "I feel bad, I'd like to make it up to you. Could i pay for a new shirt?"
  "Nope, I've got my own money. I just moved here though, and I'd like directions to the nearest starbucks!" I smile at him and suddenly realize how bad I look- all I was wearing was my nirvana shirt, some old, pale blue shorts, and my hoodie around my waist- I've got my long blue hair in a messy bun. Not very attractive.
  "Oh! It's right around the corner, actually. I just got these, I was gonna head to the recording studio and share with my band mates. We're working on a new album!"
  "That sounds awesome! Well, I've gotta get my coffee, and you should head over there. I'll see you around!"
  "How about we meet up at this starbucks tomorrow at 11am?"
  "That works for me! See ya!"
I slink off and walk in to the starbucks, quietly giving my order to the very irritated barista.
  "Speak up, I can't hear you. Carmel what?"
I clear my throat and say a little louder, "Carmel Ribbon Crunch frappuccino, please-"
"That'll be 5.82."
  I hand them the cash and smile at them before walking over and waiting for my drink. I wonder if starbucks is hiring.
  I grab my drink and head home, seeing the "now hiring!" sign outside of the starbucks- if I'm going to have 2 jobs, one of them better involve starbucks.

sorry, this one's pretty short. if you haven't read the original i don't recommend it, you aren't really missing anything. i started writing it when i was 11- i hope you enjoy the remake though, and feedback is appreciated!