The Soul Gem

Chapter Four: New York pizza is supposed to be the best pizza

       "I'm so done!" Frank thought to himself. "Well, the stuff's already packed" He laughed at himself. It was late and he struggled to keep quite as to not wake up his dad. He grabbed a box with the words "Frank's Clothes" heavily scrawled in sharpie across the top of it. He tore it open and threw out a couple of black t-shirts and a mess of jeans. He managed to find a box with some of his stuff and found a backpack buried in a messy pile of random things. He obviously had just been throwing stuff into boxes without even looking at it.

       Frank shoved the clothes in the bag and started looking through the box. He took out a small picture and looked it over for several minutes before laying it on the floor. He continued looking through the box. He finally took out a pocket knife and his ipod and headphones. He threw them in the bag, then moved to the kitchen. There were a few things. He took a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and some crackers.

       He walked back to where he had been packing and knealt down and picked up the picture and placed it gently on top the stuff in his bag and zipped it close. He found a napkin and a pen and wrote "I m going to find him. Dont worry about me, i'll be fine. -Frank" and headed out into the night.

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       Gerard got off the train and stepped onto the busy street. Even though he lived this close, he actually had never been to New York. It was too crowded and busy for him. He prefrerred his quiet house and sitting in his room with one tiny window. "Damn, i miss my couch" he thought to himself. "I hope nobody has touched it." He walked off down a street checking for any cheap resteraunts. 

       He blindly chose a random pizza shop and walked in. Six dollars for a slice of pizza? This was outrageous! He turned to walk out when the lady at the counter asked "You're just going to walk in then right back out for no reason?" He turned around. She was pretty. Beyond pretty, she was gorgeous. "See, i'm straight" He thought to himself. He looked at her name tag, it said her name was Lindsey. "Oh, i'm about two dollars short" 

       "How 'bout you pay what you can, and you can work the rest? It shouldn't take long, just maybe this load of dishes." She gestured to a back room in the kitchen. "Um, sure ok" Gerard put his hand to his pocket. It was quite warm. Maybe he did live in New York. He sat down at a round table by a window and waiting for Lindsey to bring him his order.