Jake Murry one shots

Jake and the goth girl

I sat on the sofa listening to my gran and my mum Rabbiting about something I honestly didn't know what and I couldn't care to pay attention to find out. I couldn't play my video games as my mum took my controller she said I needed time off the screen, I wanted to go to my room but she insisted I stay down here. I just wanted to go upstairs and have a nap.

The only interesting thing was out the window we had a new neighbor across the road from us so I was watching the van unload the furniture and boxes every so often peaking my interest "ooohh grandfather clock, Hu... that's a cool looking desk...." I wasn't really that interested but something to look at. I suppose I listened to my gran yelling at my mum for a while more before I glanced out the window again but this time.... It was magical.

I saw her, in slow motion. This girl she climbed down from the van door in these heeled black ankle boots, fishnet tights this long beautiful asymmetrical black skirt with a layer of lace, this cute black cold shoulder long sleeve top, blood red lipstick, blood red sharp cat eye sunglasses, blood red hair with black roots, a little headband in her hair that looked like thorns and roses, a backpack with batwings over her shoulder and a ice coffee cup reading 'never trust the living' with a gravestone on it, she sipped her drinks straw as she glanced around to the moving people.

"Hey!" She yelled "be careful that mirrors antique you break it your going to hospital with mercury poisoning" she yelled to the movers who were not so carefully moving a large mirror

Oh my god. I don't even know her name but I think I'm in love.