The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Stuck in blue headlights
*Gwyn's POV*
I sat on the bench, staring at the ground. What the fuck was going on? How exactly had I ended up there, giving someone I really admired, someone in Black Veil Brides relationship advice? Andy Biersack, of all people in the motherfucking world!?! And, frankly, I felt like I had to get the fuck out of there. That was no place for an ugly, old hag like me. As stupid as it sounded, I really didn’t care to be around if and when Andy tried to take my advice and find an interesting/intriguing young ladyfriend.
And then Andy was back, and for a second, I stopped breathing; I stopped moving. He just looked at me, looking at him and raised an eyebrow. Awareness returned, bringing mortification with it. “Fucking shit, dude, I’m sorry!” I started laughing and doubtlessly turned bright pink. “I mean, shit, does everyone just go into total paralysis whenever you enter a room? It must get fucking old as balls!” We both laughed.
He looked at the ground for just a split second before saying, “Here, let me see your hands for a sec. You went down pretty hard.” He held his hands out expectantly. He was wearing fingerless gloves, and his hands were weirdly kind of large and elegant. I registered that his fingernails were very short before realizing that I was staring, and practically smacked my hands in his.
Ugh. My palms were mildly lacerated and had grime mixed in with the scabbing. The knuckles on my right hand were red and purple and swollen with a patch of skin missing, like I had slammed my fist into a wall. I had surely won the prize for ultimate genius moment of the evening.
Andy looked concerned, and rubbed the side of my thumb with his. Fucking shit, I mean, I knew some people cuddle their friends and shit, but I was not used to being touched by anybody, and we just met. I looked up at him and he had a kind of a hopeful look, “Want to see the bus? I can help you clean up your hands.”
4/15/17