The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Hatching a plan
*Andy’s POV*
I tried to walk away casually, keep it cool. Her eyes were an amazing color, I’d never seen anything like them. Green and yellow and grey. And she smelled really good! Some kind of girly shampoo or something… So many thoughts, this felt really different. And weird. Fuck! Bad idea, bad idea. I know, I know. But Juliet said my heart was too big and that I needed to find someone to share more of it. I’d been looking, but it’d just been a shallow pussy graveyard. I lit a cigarette and thought of that crazy girl laughing contemptuously at that giant dude before smashing into him.
This Gwyn was interesting and I didn’t know why, but she had also just tried to kick the skull in of some guy who was being an asshole. Though it was weirdly courageous to go after someone David and Goliath style, she had clearly been intent on putting that guy in the hospital or worse. He had knocked her over, I should probably check on her hands and make sure they were ok. She sounded clear-headed but I didn’t want her to go yet. Maybe tonight I could stay on the bus.
I brought out my phone and sorted through a bunch of texts. The guys were finishing up the signing, the dickhead from the show had been picked up by a friend. I played the video a roadie had taken that had eventually made its way to me, “Shut the fuck up, motherfucker. These men are real people…” Real people. So that strange girl with the curvy hips, full lips, and who swore like a sailor had been defending us?
And, just like that, I felt my neurons firing up and making half of a little plan, whether it was a good idea or not.
4/15/17