The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy's POV*

Godfuckingdammit! She was breathing steadily but still limp. Shit! I looked down at her, shifted all the roses into one arm, and gently touched her shoulder. I wasn't sure what to do. This kind of shit almost NEVER happens with fans, and it had to happen NOW!?!

"Mr. Biersack?" I looked up, I hadn't heard the guy come up. Must be her boyfriend, he had a big old bullring in. "This is Harriet, Harriet who messaged you about Gwyn. Listen, I can watch Harriet- Gwyn's apartment is the one directly upstairs." He knelt down, and stroked the girl's purple hair gently. "I bet Gwyn'll be really excited to see you," he said, and smiled at me. It was a really great smile, I thought. I didn't usually find myself thinking much about that kind of shit with guys, but he had warm, brown eyes that had a really honest, non-creepy vibe. I knew Harriet would be ok.

"Thanks man, can you tell Harriet that I'm really grateful for her help, and I'll get back to her as soon as possible?"

"Yeah , no problem." When he bent lower to check on her, I saw he had the back of his neck pierced. Which was different for sure, but it didn't look bad. He was kind of physically small for a dude, but he had a lot of presence. Or charisma, or something.

"Thanks, man. Oh, uh, what's your name?"

"Owen. But you'll forget that in a few minutes. Hey, be good to Gwyn, whatever happens." Er, what were we talking about?

"Yeah, of course... Um, thanks again." I reached out to shake his hand. He took it firmly, without any macho posturing, and smiled again. We looked at each other while we shook. Was it just me, or was some part of him sad? Or was that worry? I was distracted by the sound of faint snoring.

I glanced down at Harriet, who was now smiling happily in unconsciousness. With a last wave, I turned and made my way up the stairs, and my heart started pounding in my chest.

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