The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
Intel
*Andy’s POV*
I sit in a chair in the hotel, going through messages, brain slightly glazing over. A picture of boobs, a rant about the sanctity of marriage and how dare I let Juliet down? (I chuckled), a bunch more generic supportive ones… and then- it was like I had found the Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka:
‘Dear Mr. Biersack,
I am a fan. I am also Gwyn’s neighbor. She works at All Creatures Great and Small. Her number is (xxx) xxx-xxxx, and her email is gwyns.broken.heart @ gmail . com . Her full name is Gwyn Elizabeth Hageman. She was crying when she got home and my gut tells me that it would be good for you to find her. The phone number of the vet clinic is (xxx) xxx-xxxx, they are open today from 9-12 and closed tomorrow. Good luck.
Best wishes and kindest regards,
Harriet’
Oww, what the fuck!?! It took me a second to realize I had jumped up and hit my head on a light fixture. Who cares, this was it! Fuck! What to do? Umm…I remembered Jake’s message, and grabbed my wallet and tore ass out of the hotel, intent on finding somewhere with flowers.Chocolates too? No, that was too much. Or was it? Should I get, like, a fucking stuffed toy? A card? Fuck, I don’t know, we just met!
I was panicking, I couldn’t think straight. Shit! I sat down on a bench outside and lit a cigarette. Do I call? Email? Show up at her work? Call her work? I looked at the message again. Oh, right-
‘Harriet- Have to go find her now, thank you so much, will talk more later, Andy.’
4/15/17