My Sunshine... (DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

Gerard's P.O.V.

I sat silently at my desk in the art shop, my chin resting in my hands. No one had walked through the door for close to an hour, and I was quickly growing bored.

That is, until some dark haired guy threw open the front door- which, by the way, is GLASS- and walked straight to the paints section. He was a man on a mission.

He picked up three different tubes of paint- red, black, and blue- and came quickly over to the counter with them. I rang up the paint, and he ran a card in the machine, which required his signature. He signed the reciept, snatched up his bag, and left, but not before I noticed the slight red hue of his cheeks.

Huh.

Weird.

I looked down at the reciept the black-haired guy had signed and almost collapsed. He left me his phone number..?

I read his signature. Frank Iero.

I'd never forget that name for the rest of my life.