The apartment was always closed, but always clean thanks to the air-conditioning and the urge to clean everything by its occupant part, who slept calmly now. He’d wake up in a few minutes though. While we wait, we can take a look around.
Usually it was white or in light colors, this because he thought it would be easier to see the dirty this way. The windows were all closed, but the courteins all open, and in the major window, the living room one, you could see set a big telescope, not pointing to the sky, but for the street down there. He spent too long all by himself and liked watching people.
But now, let’s go back to him, because the phone will ring and he’ll wake up. Now.
“Fuck...” He said with his eyes half closed. He stretched his arma and pressed the speaker button.
“Good morning Mr. Way” A female voice said happily in the other end. He didn’t answer though, but I think it was normal, because she kept talking “We need you to sign some papers! Can we send the boy…”
“Okay, send the boy, but give me half an hour” He hung up before she could speak again. He yawned.
Gerard’s father had a company. He inherited it with his brother when his father died, but due to some health problems, he never went there. Mikey was the one taking care of it, Gerard just signed some papers… Papers who arrived every goddamn morning.
He didn’t even finished his breakfast when the interphone rang. Gerard didn’t understand the reason why every fucking morning he had to say to the porter that the trainee could come up with the papers, but he had to. Two minutes later the bell rang.
The boy knew he couldn’t come in. He knew the older Way was a little crazy. He waited the confirmation and passed the papers through the little mail passage there.
Gerard took the papers and signed next to every single ‘x’ made with ink by his brother. He trusted Mikey, he didn’t need to read.
Quen the boy hear Gerard’s steps back to the door he prepared to take back the papers. He was gone.
Done. This was all the work Gerard Way had. Sign some papers in the morning. His money would be deposited in his bank account at the end of the month, and it wasn’t little.
Mikey always said that his brother should move to a bigger house, with more confort, but Gerard liked his small apartment. There, Margarida, the woman next door, was used to check for his mail and pass it through the little door. The supermarket boy, Ray, was used to bring him supplies every week and wasn’t bothered by having to take off his shoes and wash his hands with alcohol. There, he had a maid who didn’t care with his weird mores and didn’t cook anything who made him bad, perhaps this only happened because of her fat salary in the end of the month. He was comfy there, he didn’t need more.
He didn’t care with the neighborhood gossip about him being ‘the crazy dude of the fifth floor’ and didn’t care he was twenty seven year old guy with no social life. Or life anyway.
Gerard Way was sick, or he thought so, but no doctor could tell it for sure. We can say he suffered of hypochondria and OCT.
Gerard couldn’t hear about a new disease, he thought he had it and this, so long ago had passed the limits. He didn’t go out anymore and those who entered his house were obligated to a cleaning ritual and had to wear masks when anyone was around. For him, germs were a big problem.
But this little problem a side, Gerard was a lovely man, everyone who knew him admitted that: Mikey, Margarida, Ray, his maid and the porter. It wasn’t much, but what would you want of someone who never got out of his house?
Gerard didn’t have a girlfriend either. A lot of times He tried, but with no success. The truth is that he didn’t like. He could look a woman and say ‘she’s beautiful’, and the same with a man. But that was all. He didn’t want to be around, do things... Nothing.
After his father’s death, his mother fell in a deep depression and took her own life. Gerard bought that small apartment and never got out. It was already five years.
This five year he found ways to make the time pass. He like to do cross-words, buy books online and ‘eat’ them in only one day, draw on the walls with crayons and specially watch the street with his telescope. The one who pointed down to the street.
Gerard spent hours and hours watching the people passing. That wasn’t a busy street. There were a few houses in the other side of the street, the tailor who served in a small office building and had a law firm on top. A small coffee shop in front, frequented by teenagers mostly.
It was the teenagers Gerard like the most. Young and healthy who had the whole life in front of them, smiling and having fun… Teenagers who had a youth just like his, before he discovered about all those awful diseases. But they didn’t have those diseases, they had a future, and that’s what he like the most. He like to what those kids, because they were young and imagine their future. He smiled imagining. It was good for him. If He hadn’t what dream for, He could dream for the others.
There was this one boy, who Gerard most watched. He lived in front. He was really beautiful and had a lot of friends. This one should have a very good life waiting for him. He thought and imagined the boy’s future.
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