A tall figure towers over me. I don't know what to do.
"Touch me and someone's ganna die." I try in mock confidence and raising my fist. "Not today. actually I was just looking for the art studio." Says a boys soft voice, and I swear it sounds familiar, "You haven't seen it have you?"
I lower my fist slightly but not all the way. "Actually I have, but it just closed. I work there." "
Oh," I can hear the frown in his voice. "Well, can you tell me where it is anyway. It still would be nice to know."
I whirl around trying to find the direction in which I had come. "I'm actually kind of lost. It is really dark out. My phone died and I left my jacket at the studio" For some annoying PMS related reason, I start to cry.
Gerard POV:
"No don't cry..." I say awkwardly. I feel really bad. "I don't think I got your name." She looks up at me with tears staining her face. "Niamey." She sobbs.
"Umm... I suppose your cold?" I ask. She nods. I look at the sleeves of my jacket, the only thing that hides my scars. "Here... I guess you need this more than I do." It's really dark out anyway.
"Here follow me...I think I know the way back to my place." Niamey looks at me funny, pondering the idea. Oh. Oh, that's what she thinks I'm trying to do, bringing a girl home. Eventually she gives in and I smugly lead her back to my house.
"I'm Gerard by the way. Gerard Way. I just moved here and-" I am cut off by Niamey's fainting. Yes she fainted, as soon as she saw my face actually. She looks quite atractive that way though. I wonder if we all look that beautiful asleep. Lust burns inside of me. It's all I can do, not to strip her naked. But I'm the famous Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance, I don't think she would mind.
I think I'll sleep in another room tonight.
