I woke up early, five am.
Drawings for one of my comic books were due in a week and I was only three quarters of the way done.
The sun somehow seeped through the black curtains, filtering onto my skin faintly.
Books sat on my desk in the corner, drawings stacked in a six inch pile, my converse on the floor by the bathroom, my TV on mute playing a horror movie I had randomly picked out the night before. It had to be The Ring Two.
I slipped out of bed, still in my clothes from the previous day; an Iron Maiden shirt and black skinny jeans. the usual.
Down stairs that morning I immediately went for the coffee maker, though I'm straight edge coffee was an exception. Besides, if I didn't drink it would surely fall asleep and I couldn't afford to do that at this point.
The dead line for my drawings spun in my head as I vigorously stirred my coffee.
I tossed the empty carton of creamer in the trash and sighed when I looked in my virtually empty cabinets for something to snack on.
"I really need to go grocery shopping," I muttered to myself.
Without hesitation I lifted the coffee to my lips not caring if the hot liquid burned my mouth... I was used to it.
After finishing my coffee I went through my daily routine of showering, doing my hair and makeup, brushing my teeth.
By the time I was done it was eight am.
Now I understand why guys get so annoyed. Women can be so damn slow, especially me.
Running down the stairs I flicked the lights off and snatched my keys.
The sky was clear as I walked out to my truck.
The dark cherry Chevy had gotten me through a lot and though I had enough cash to buy a better ride I couldn't picture myself in a different vehicle. I loved it to death!
I backed out of the driveway and made my way down the road.
Skipping through some CDs I found My Chemical Romance.
I turned into the parking lot at nine and parked my truck.
As I took out my keys I jumped down from the cab, since I am VERY short... about five foot two.
As I was looking in the dairy section for creamer I noticed a very tall figure browsing t the large selection of ice cream.
He looked familiar, I knew him from somewhere. I knew I did but I didn't say anything.
I continued on my way, walking past the man noticing his big blue eyes.
He approached me and I held my breath as he tapped me on the shoulder.
"Alice?" his voice asked nervously.
Turning I saw I did know him.
"Jimmy?" I asked dumbfounded.
"yeah. What's happening beautiful?" he asked giving me a big smile.
At that moment I wanted to tell him everything but I kept it casual.
"Nothing much. You?"
"I'm in a band with Brian and a couple of other guys, you remember Brian." He said as if it was a fact.
YOU ARE READING
Will You be True
أدب الهواةAlice was friends with Jimmy Sullivan as a child... that is until Brian Haner came along. When Alice finally sees Jimmy after years and years will she see something in Brian that she hasn't ever seen before?
