Opposites attract, I guess.

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(((Skip this if you want lol its just soppy shit)))
A/N: the other day i was planning to write this chapter and thought "why lol theres no point" because im ungrateful and think no one reads it anyways. I do miss the 12k reads on my stories like i had on my previous account, but I need to appreciate the people who take the time to read my stories now. So thank you for following up, and for voting and commenting. They do mean a lot to me and give me motivation to continue, since when it comes to writing ive lost my fire. Feel free to dm me, because I love talking to people who share the same intrests as me. Losing my intrest in MCR would be like losing a part of me. Now that I'm taking medication, things should hopefully come easier to me :))

And for those of you who didnt feel like reading the giant paragraph above (i dont blame you lol) i just wanted to thank you.

Now read on :)

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I honestly could have stayed to talk to Gerard for hours on end. He was so interesting and a great person to talk to. The more we chatted, the more his shyness faded away.

"Damn, I have to get going." He said, looking at his watch.

"Where to?"

"Band practice." He replied, collecting his things. I helped him and took quick glances at his artwork.

"You're in a band? But you're so..."

"Shy? Haha yeah, but when I get on stage...I don't know. It's like something comes over me, and I feel like Ziggy-Bowie. It's magnificent. You should maybe...come some time? I have a gig on Saturday if you'd like to pay a visit. It's at the Triangle Plaza."

"Errr I probably don't know where that is." I laughed.

"Yeah me neither, I'm just going wherever the band manager takes us. I could give you my number and text you with directions when I get info, yeah?"

"Sure, sounds great!"

He pulled out a slip of paper and messily scribbled his number. He flipped it on the back and wrote "Ziggy G was here xx".

"See you soon, Blaire." He said, handing the paper to me.

I smiled and he smiled back, tossing his backpack over his shoulder, and throwing his cup of coffee in the trash.

I watched him until he walked out of sight, and took my coffee.

It was still filled to the brim. We had talked so much I didn't even get the chance to finish mine.

My phone buzzed, with a text from Frank.

Text from: Frank (the dude)

Wanna join me for coffee and a cig? I know a great place not far from here (:

I giggled and texted a reply.

Text to: Frank (the dude)

Well sir, I just had coffee haha. Maybe hmm...Pizza at my place at 6? BYOB?

Text from: Frank (the dude)

My favorite. Address?

Text to: Frank (the dude)

Alabassis Apartments on Wrights Street, Apt 15.

It took him a few minutes to reply.

Text From: Frank (the dude)

Coolio. See ya then.

I smiled and placed my phone in my pocket. Now to the grocery store!

Well, I need to find it first.

I thought I might've seen one on my way here...Yeah, King Grocer.

I took my coffee and headed out to my car. Of course, I had a ticket.

"Damn" I harshly whispered under my breath. I took it and shoved it in my purse, as I walked to the drivers seat.

I turned the car on and drove to King Grocer, hoping that even though it was small that it would have what I needed.

Inside it was kind of shabby, with a shady looking man sitting and watching a foreign wrestling tv show.

I went to the back and grabbed a frozen pizza, and while on my way to the register picked up two bags of chips.

The man turned around and grunted as he scanned my items. He seemed grumpy and didnt make a peep as he bagged the purchases.

Without handing me the bag and saying "Thank You" or something like that, he just turned around and continued his show.

I said nothing, and grabbed the bag, walking quickly out of the store. He didn't look like a person I'd want to mess with, let alone correct for rudeness.

I got a call from Frank once I was close to home.

"Hey Blaire, just wanted to let you know that I'll be there soon. I got pulled over because my stickers were expired." He told me.

"Oh that sounds marvelous. Well, all that matters is that you're going to be there, right?"

"Yes, aaaand with beer."

I smiled. "Coolio."

"Copycat."

"Cunt."

"Oh now you really did it didn't you." He said, giggling.

"You know me, pugnacious as always. Gotta blast."

I hung up and replaced the phone into my purse as I pulled into the driveway. I noticed that the lights in my apartment were out, but everyone elses windows had a yellow glow.

Clarissa was home obviously, I could see her yellow Fiat behind me. Does she really go to sleep this early?

Guess so.

I pulled all my stuff out of the car, closing it, locking it, then entering the building.

I took the elevator since my heels were making my feet feel like hell, and because I was a lazy bastard.

When I got to the apartment, I knocked on the door.

Maybe Clarrissa is a heavy sleeper, because she didn't even come to open it when I rang the doorbell.

So, I hauled all my baggage to one arm and managed to get my house key. When I opened the door, a rush of terror ran throughout all of my body.

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A/N: i think soon ill be changing the title, description, and cover ;)

-Cxx