How Far Will You Go? | Jericho |

Experiencing deep thoughts, he guessed. Deep thoughts and over thinking things, that was what he was doing. Sitting by himself at a bench by the docks, pencil in hand and sketch pad in front of him, trying to think about things. Maybe if he did for long enough, and thought about every variable and every factor, he could find a solution. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Phoenix told him about everything. A good thing because Phoenix trusted him enough to tell him, but a bad thing because Jerry now found it kind of hard to think about much else. Why Phoenix? Why was he so significant to have had this happen to him? He understands that it is a calling, being a chosen individual and given super powers and rah rah rah, but Jerry saw it differently. To be honest, it seemed like the shittest thing that could ever happen to someone. It wasn't a gift, it was a curse. And the worst thing was that they had no idea what was going to happen next. Does Phoenix continue fighting things in the shadows and Jerry is just supposed to be his go-to-guy to talk about this stuff? Jerry has no idea about supernatural stuff, he only watched Walking Dead for five episodes and that wasn't even remotely in the ball park. He wants to be there for Phoenix no matter what; but what did he expect.

Looking from the rolling waves crashing against the shore, Jerry looked back down to his pad. He wasn't really focusing on what he was drawing, just kind of scribbling down on the paper. A shaded background here, some zig-zags and vivid lines there. He was supposed to come out here for inspiration on his art final, but right now he just couldn't think straight. He had his friends drama, and not to mention his. His dad had had way to much to drink last night and Jerry was up half the night tending to the vomiting mess that was wrapped around the toilet bowl. And when he tried to help his dad, he was only told to 'piss off'. Why can't there be some big book, filled with all the problems of the world and right next to them, a list of solutions. Because Jerry was kinda finding it hard to deal with all of this stuff going on in his life. One step at a time, right?

Speaking of, Jerry looked up again only to see a guy walking out onto the pier. Since he was at a distance, he looked at the guy for a bit. he had brown hair, a tanned complexion and seemed to be new to the place because he was looking out on the dock as if he had never been there before. Jerry wasn't one for spontaneous conversations, but he had to admit, the guy was cute. And that's another thing, even though Phoenix knew and it was kind of clear to most of his friends, he wasn't exactly out of the closet. Proof of that; he had never had a boyfriend and talking to cute guys that were remotely curious kind scared the hell out of him. His hand still sketched away as his gaze looked down to what he was drawing. Removing his hand, he sighed as he looked at it. He had shaded the background to a light focal point in the centre where a face was shown. A face Jerry had never seen. It had light eyes, surrounded by bumps and agressive features between the eyes and on the forehead. The cheek bones were prominant, and two fangs showed themselves from the figures mouth. Was that - BANG! The wind blew over a can on the edge of the dock that hit the wooden boards hard. Jerry gasped as he flinched, his hands shoving the edge of the book to the point that it fell off of the table, flipping and falling off of the dock. Great job Jer!

Walking over to the side, it only dropped onto the pier but had fallen down the side, balancing on a support but through a crack between the pier and the docks. "Shit". he sighed to himself and walked down the ramp to where his book was lodged. Getting down on his hands and knees isn't exactly painless, with his back injury and everything, but he could do it and tried to reach down to grab the book. He had had that book all year, he hadn't even really looked through it. All he knew is that he always drew in it, often random things like today whenever he was thinking about something serious. And he was not losing it because of his god damn nerves! But he couldn't reach it, and it was straining his back. Pulling back up, sitting on the pier he felt the stress building. Just what he needed.

Call him Mr Indecisive, but he was kinda lost right now. Because of his stupid friggin' back, he couldn't reach the stupid friggin' book and now felt like of stuck. He didn't want to deal with this at this given moment, but he needed that book. It was full of stuff, sure he didn't exactly remember any of it but he always had that book. If it was destroyed, he would be pissed. But what was he going to do? Go for a swim to retrieve it, call Go Go Gadget arms? Sighing again and tossing a loose rock against the wooden boards, he decided it was time to call it quits on his sketch pad. Or he could call up Phee and hound him into coming down and using some of that slayer flexibility to get it. Sounded like a plan, but very very unrealistic. Phoenix was killing vampires, not saving paper. So it looked like returning home and maybe going out to TMC seemed like the best idea. No more thinking though Jerry, it was driving him nuts. Looking down the side once again at the book, he watched it. Okay, he could walk away but something was telling him that he really wanted that book. But he couldn't get it, and soon the wind would blow it right off its spot and it would fall into the water. Sighing again, closing his eyes he just tried to think; what would Phoenix do? But then, he heard someone sit beside him.

Turning his head towards the guy, he realized who it was - the pier hotties. Seems like even the clumsiest can attract the eye of random studs. Or at least in Jerry's mind, because the was nothing defining that this guy was actually gay, but by the way he looked at Jerry it kind of dropped the hint. It was kind of odd to have someone just come up and sit next to you if you don't even know them, but in the same sense he seemed to be new to town. And in retrospect, Jerry lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone. This guy was trying to get to know people, and he would praise him on his bravery. Outgoing - an attractive quality. Wiping away his stress, he gave him a smile. "Ah, nothing much man? Trying to find a way to magically stretch a limb, any theories?". He smirked and held a hand out for the guy to shake. "I'm Jericho, but my friends call me Jerry. New to town?". He asked as he followed the guy's line of sight to the ocean. And what the guy said next was pure honesty; it was a beautiful day.

Okay, he was flirting with him. Sure, Jerry wasn't an expert of identifying the signs of a guy being interested in him since he was kinda one of the only openly gay kids at his school and this really didn't happen often, but he had an idea of what this guy was putting down. So he answered, signalling towards the gap where the book fell down. "Well, can you reach for me?" he asked. "My sketchpad dropped down there and, well the good ol' spine isn't working as well as it used to nowadays". Sighing, he then moved towards the gap slightly so he could show this guy where the book landed, still looking at this guy a bit. He had nice arms, the cutest smile and eyes that made Jerry melt. But the best thing to have right now, would be long arms so Jerry could relax again. So yeah, he was checking him out. And hopefully subtly. But as he hoped that the guy would get the book, Jerry didn't notice the sketchpad moved and sitting behind him, all by itselt. But how?