Enclosed Spaces, chapter 2
She snuck into his house invading his personal space; she fought by his side to help defend the innocent; she was always there each and every night he needed her most; and he was always there for her just like the sun was always there for each sunset.
Just then, Gerard was interrupted. A small, bigheaded girl came over and sat across the table from Gerard. Obviously, her hair was blond but she dyed it an ugly hideous brown. Her eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets but were hidden under big wide black-rimmed sunglasses; why she was wearing them in a well-lit room during the winter was beyond him. Her mouth was jammed full of gum, lies, and deceit. She wore this small yellow and brown skirt with little sunflowers speckled all over it and a purple and lavender tie up shirt that didn't match at all with her bottom half. She wore red high-top Converse with black laces. She looked only about 4 or 5 height wise, but it was surprising to see that she was about his age by her voice.
She paused from her chomping on her gum for a second to reveal her name and extend a hand.
"Hey, my name's Emily," the gum chomped once again in her mouth, "I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone, so I figured I'd come keep you company." She bit her bottom lip and showed a flirtatious smile.
There was silence, as Gerard didn't even take a glance upward to look at her.
"So, you live around here?" Emily asked, grinning.
"Can you... can you please, just go away?" Gerard said, running his fingers through his hair.
There was another chomp of her gum, "Oh, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay? It's okay, I can make it better."
The waitress came by and set Gerard's meal down in front of him.
"Please, can you, just... go away and leave me alone?" He plopped a fry into his mouth and finally looked up at the girl. It was hard to hide his disgust, but somehow he managed.
"It's okay," she chewed her piece of cinnamon gum once again, "I'm here and I'm sure to make it up to you somehow."
He felt her leg rub up against his, which didn't feel accidental. Gerard stood up and slammed the plate of food to the floor.
"You know what, I've asked you nicely over and over to just 'stop', but you didn't listen. It's hard to be nice about something like this and you're not making it any easier. He threw a 20 onto the table and walked towards the door.
"Keep the change!" he said as the door shut behind him making a chiming noise.
He strolled back towards his car and saw the bum he had seen before sitting under a nearby tree eating his hoagie. Gerard took out the keys to his car and pressed the unlock button. He grabbed the handle of the car door and pulled, but let his grasp go and turned around. He slid his back against the car and leaned his head back. He pulled out his box of Marlboros and took a stick out. Without making a noise, he set it in his mouth and took out a lighter. He clicked it a few times and out came the flame, but he never actually lit the cigarette. There was a noise; leaves crunching and sticks breaking as something pummeled over them. A GT slowly strolled by. The bright white clean looking headlights blinded Gerard. The streetlight created a blue pearl sheen off the car like that of the sun glittering off the crystal waters of the Pacific. It caused Gerard to look away and shield his eyes. Obviously, the person driving the car had money to spend and wasn't just an ordinary person, but probably someone extraordinary and wealthy.
"Rich fucks," Gerard lit his cigarette and took it out of his mouth between his middle and index fingers.
He got up and chucked the cigarette pack in the street along with the lighter. He opened the car door and took a seat. He put the keys in the ignition and on came the radio. 97 FM. Talk radio. He switched it off and it became silent. He started to drive down Broadway Street. He slid his hand down his face, still driving with one hand.
He started concentrating about something other than the road and the next thing that happened, someone was nearly hit.
Just then, Gerard was interrupted. A small, bigheaded girl came over and sat across the table from Gerard. Obviously, her hair was blond but she dyed it an ugly hideous brown. Her eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets but were hidden under big wide black-rimmed sunglasses; why she was wearing them in a well-lit room during the winter was beyond him. Her mouth was jammed full of gum, lies, and deceit. She wore this small yellow and brown skirt with little sunflowers speckled all over it and a purple and lavender tie up shirt that didn't match at all with her bottom half. She wore red high-top Converse with black laces. She looked only about 4 or 5 height wise, but it was surprising to see that she was about his age by her voice.
She paused from her chomping on her gum for a second to reveal her name and extend a hand.
"Hey, my name's Emily," the gum chomped once again in her mouth, "I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone, so I figured I'd come keep you company." She bit her bottom lip and showed a flirtatious smile.
There was silence, as Gerard didn't even take a glance upward to look at her.
"So, you live around here?" Emily asked, grinning.
"Can you... can you please, just go away?" Gerard said, running his fingers through his hair.
There was another chomp of her gum, "Oh, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay? It's okay, I can make it better."
The waitress came by and set Gerard's meal down in front of him.
"Please, can you, just... go away and leave me alone?" He plopped a fry into his mouth and finally looked up at the girl. It was hard to hide his disgust, but somehow he managed.
"It's okay," she chewed her piece of cinnamon gum once again, "I'm here and I'm sure to make it up to you somehow."
He felt her leg rub up against his, which didn't feel accidental. Gerard stood up and slammed the plate of food to the floor.
"You know what, I've asked you nicely over and over to just 'stop', but you didn't listen. It's hard to be nice about something like this and you're not making it any easier. He threw a 20 onto the table and walked towards the door.
"Keep the change!" he said as the door shut behind him making a chiming noise.
He strolled back towards his car and saw the bum he had seen before sitting under a nearby tree eating his hoagie. Gerard took out the keys to his car and pressed the unlock button. He grabbed the handle of the car door and pulled, but let his grasp go and turned around. He slid his back against the car and leaned his head back. He pulled out his box of Marlboros and took a stick out. Without making a noise, he set it in his mouth and took out a lighter. He clicked it a few times and out came the flame, but he never actually lit the cigarette. There was a noise; leaves crunching and sticks breaking as something pummeled over them. A GT slowly strolled by. The bright white clean looking headlights blinded Gerard. The streetlight created a blue pearl sheen off the car like that of the sun glittering off the crystal waters of the Pacific. It caused Gerard to look away and shield his eyes. Obviously, the person driving the car had money to spend and wasn't just an ordinary person, but probably someone extraordinary and wealthy.
"Rich fucks," Gerard lit his cigarette and took it out of his mouth between his middle and index fingers.
He got up and chucked the cigarette pack in the street along with the lighter. He opened the car door and took a seat. He put the keys in the ignition and on came the radio. 97 FM. Talk radio. He switched it off and it became silent. He started to drive down Broadway Street. He slid his hand down his face, still driving with one hand.
He started concentrating about something other than the road and the next thing that happened, someone was nearly hit.
