Posting while I have wi-fi... God bless Starbucks
Gerard sat on the subway, waiting for his stop and tapping his foot impatiently- he was late for his meeting with his brother. He flipped through his comic book as the train took him through underground Manhattan.
It was very late on a Tuesday night, so Gerard was slightly surprised when someone sat down across from him. He glanced around; the rest of the train car was empty.
Sighing, Gerard put down his finished comic and checked his watch. He still had eight stops left. The girl across from him shifted, and his attention landed on her.
She was very pretty: average height, thin. Brown hair, blue eyes. Lip ring, glasses, black backpack beside her. Dark blue pullover hoodie, gray wool miniskirt, black tights, red Converse.
She was definitely Gerard's kind of girl. She caught him staring dumbly at her; raising an eyebrow, she smiled and looked away. After being a wuss most of his life, Gerard gathered up his courage and spoke.
"Where are you headed?"
The girl looked up, surprised, then answered, "Marcy Avenue. I'm going to Brooklyn from there. You?"
"Broadway on Lafayette street. I'm meeting my brother."
She smiled and nodded. "Are you late? You seem kind of in a hurry."
Gerard gaped at her, wide-eyed. "How..."
She smiled wider, biting her lip and looking down. "Tapping your foot, sighing, checking your watch. Simple body language."
"Oh. Do you study it?"
"No. I'm going to start at New York Academy of the Arts this year. I moved here from Tennessee earlier this summer."
Gerard's eyes widened. "Are you kidding? I'm about start my second year!"
The girl grinned. "Really? That's awesome! What do you specialize in?"
"Um... I kind of like everything, but I'm majoring in comic art and cartooning. Do you like comics?"
She pursed her lips. "It's not my cup of tea. I'm into sketch drawing... I also like painting, but not watercolor."
"Oh, cool." Gerard tried to discreetly hide his Doom Patrol comic.
The train rolled into 42nd street. A family came in at the opposite end of the car and settled in. Gerard and the mystery girl quieted down; she checked her phone, while Gerard looked around and sang under his breath.
"A dustland fairytale beginning..."
"... Just another white trash county kiss."
Gerard looked up, grinning, eyebrow raised. The girl was looking up at him, the same grin on her face. Gerard continued. "In '61, long brown hair, foolish eyes..."
"He looked just like you'd want him too, some kind of slick chrome American prince...
"A blue jean serenade..."
"Moon River, what'd you do to me..."
Gerard stared at the girl in wonder.
"You're a great singer!"
She blushed. "No, you are! I'm nothing special."
"No way! You seem really special to me."
Their eyes met and their gazes held. Finally, they both blushed and turned away.
"Thanks," she finally said.
The train stopped in Marcy Avenue. Gerard looked up, surprised. Was it already her stop?
The girl stood up and smiled at Gerard for the last time. "You know what?" She started walking to the doors. "Maybe we'll see each other around, sometime. I would like that."
Gerard grinned. "I would love that."
She stepped off the train and into the station. A second later, Gerard leaped up and after her.
He was at the doors of the subway car, yelling after a girl he had just met. A few people streamed in, pushing past the crazy dark-haired young man. The mystery girl turned around, hands in pockets, headphones already in. "Yes?"
"I never caught your name! I'm Gerard."
Amanda smiled and stared at Gerard as the doors closed and the train left. "Amanda..." he said, tasting the word. Dazed, he walked back to his seat and sat down.
Just two stops later, Gerard got out, on Lafayette street. As soon as the train started moving again, Gerard spotted his brother, Mikey, waiting for him on a bench near the exit.
"You're late, Gerard," he said, pulling out his headphones and standing up.
Gerard sighed. "I'm here, aren't I? Let's go, I need coffee."
Mikey put his hands up. "Whoa, okay there, calm down. You alright?"
The older brother sighed. "Yeah, I'm great." He glanced at the passing trains. "I'm great."
A/N: Yes, this is inspired by one of my adventures on a subway in Manhattan. In fact, I began writing this on the actual subway to Lafayette street. Ayyy see guys I try to make this as accurate possible. :D
And dun dun dunnnnnn! Who knows who that character is?
This is for you, Ellie. Well, you if you're reading this. I know you didn't have the greatest Christmas and such, so. Present. Tell me if it's not okay to use Amanda Elliott though, because I can always use someone else.
I also dislike holding auditions for my own stories, so I will be using some of my friend's OCs as we go along. Because I lack imagination and creativity.
Look at dat super long author's note. Look at dat.
Wait okay when I say inspired, I mean I got the idea from something on the subway. SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ME OMG I JUST REREAD THAT AND WAS LIKE "NO"