Give Me A Shot To Remember
Chapter:2
Alex's POV- Written by me
I looked up only to see the man I had been gawking over a few seconds ago. He was talking to me and not knowing what he said I just nodded my head. Much to my surprise he sat next to me.
I couldn’t help but look at his striking features; his greasy hair was plastered onto random parts of his pale face and his hazel eyes drew me into him. There was an awkward silence as he sipped his warm coffee. He must have noticed me staring at him because he turned and said
“What do I have something on my face?”
“Ehhh… I’m sorry there’s just something about you that reminds me of someone.” I said
“Ya I get that a lot, must be tons of loner, leather wearing guys here in New York”, he said sarcastically
I let out a small laugh and continued to drink my latte and started to work on the newspaper article for class that was due in 4 hours. Damn night classes. All my inspiration was drained though; living in New York can take a lot of out you. I looked up from writing and no sooner then he had sat down he was putting on his coat.
I quickly said “I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Gerard.”
“Mine’s...”
“Alex, I know I saw it on the paper you were writing.”
I blushed, not realizing this mysterious stranger had been reading my work.
“See you around”, Gerard said
“Ya”
So I found out his name… Gerard manly
Gerard’s POV-Written by me
Hmmm… Alex, I’ll have to remember that
I left the warm cramped café and traded it for the bitter cold New York streets. I was headed off to my demeaning job as a cartoon artist. It paid the bills, but that’s pretty much it. It left me with a feeling of wanting more. All the dumb ass employees thought they were all high and mighty on their pedestals. They made me sick. I couldn’t help but think that there was something else I could be doing to make me actually enjoy my pitiful life for once.
I entered the cold, steel building and sat down at my undersized desk. Crap was spewed upon it. Pictures of Ray chugging a beer and Frank scaring Jamia along with countless other junk I bought when I was drunk. Thank god I had some friends to keep me sane… well sort of.
Suddenly, my fuck of a boss headed over to me and said
“Gerard, we’ve been noticing lately that you seem out of it, like something’s bothering you… are you ok?”
“Yea, I’m fine.”
In reality though the phrase “I’m not ok” was ringing throughout my head”
I was pissed at how he could make such assumptions about me, but he was right. Lately I had been out of it; Staring at a wall drinking vodka in my apartment. My life was slowing spinning out of control and soon I felt like snapping.
I stayed at my minuscule job till 11pm after finishing some sketches for a new show idea entitled “Demon Boy” and dragged my body home. Plunking down on the oversized couch I turned on the TV only to see shitty show after shitty show. I opened up a can of beer and let the memories of the day slowly start to fade away.
I looked up only to see the man I had been gawking over a few seconds ago. He was talking to me and not knowing what he said I just nodded my head. Much to my surprise he sat next to me.
I couldn’t help but look at his striking features; his greasy hair was plastered onto random parts of his pale face and his hazel eyes drew me into him. There was an awkward silence as he sipped his warm coffee. He must have noticed me staring at him because he turned and said
“What do I have something on my face?”
“Ehhh… I’m sorry there’s just something about you that reminds me of someone.” I said
“Ya I get that a lot, must be tons of loner, leather wearing guys here in New York”, he said sarcastically
I let out a small laugh and continued to drink my latte and started to work on the newspaper article for class that was due in 4 hours. Damn night classes. All my inspiration was drained though; living in New York can take a lot of out you. I looked up from writing and no sooner then he had sat down he was putting on his coat.
I quickly said “I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Gerard.”
“Mine’s...”
“Alex, I know I saw it on the paper you were writing.”
I blushed, not realizing this mysterious stranger had been reading my work.
“See you around”, Gerard said
“Ya”
So I found out his name… Gerard manly
Gerard’s POV-Written by me
Hmmm… Alex, I’ll have to remember that
I left the warm cramped café and traded it for the bitter cold New York streets. I was headed off to my demeaning job as a cartoon artist. It paid the bills, but that’s pretty much it. It left me with a feeling of wanting more. All the dumb ass employees thought they were all high and mighty on their pedestals. They made me sick. I couldn’t help but think that there was something else I could be doing to make me actually enjoy my pitiful life for once.
I entered the cold, steel building and sat down at my undersized desk. Crap was spewed upon it. Pictures of Ray chugging a beer and Frank scaring Jamia along with countless other junk I bought when I was drunk. Thank god I had some friends to keep me sane… well sort of.
Suddenly, my fuck of a boss headed over to me and said
“Gerard, we’ve been noticing lately that you seem out of it, like something’s bothering you… are you ok?”
“Yea, I’m fine.”
In reality though the phrase “I’m not ok” was ringing throughout my head”
I was pissed at how he could make such assumptions about me, but he was right. Lately I had been out of it; Staring at a wall drinking vodka in my apartment. My life was slowing spinning out of control and soon I felt like snapping.
I stayed at my minuscule job till 11pm after finishing some sketches for a new show idea entitled “Demon Boy” and dragged my body home. Plunking down on the oversized couch I turned on the TV only to see shitty show after shitty show. I opened up a can of beer and let the memories of the day slowly start to fade away.