A blank piece of paper and a green pencil lay motionless on McGee's desk. He found a rubber band ball in his desk and bounced it up and down in his left hand, being the only disturbance to the still silence.
He rose from his chair and pulled a small black binder from his bookshelf of many colorful books, records, and various binders. He harshly dropped the binder on the dark oak of his desk, and stood for a second. He smiled to himself and pulled a CD off the shelf labeled, "Brain Matter."
His smile quickly faded as he looked for his dusty stereo. McGee scoured the apartment until he found the large looking CD player. He blew the dust off and waved it away from his face before putting in the CD that Abby had given him a couple of years ago.
The heavy metal started playing, and his smile returned.
He poised his fingers on his typewriter and blankly stared at the wall in front of him. His fingers moved as the words he wanted to write came to him automatically.
Long setting the sun behind McGreggor, as he can't bare to face it. The light, reminding him of something he only once knew.
Silently, he walked clear across the grassy patch, that once gave him hope, and comfort. The memories he remembered came flooding back, and they reminded him of a lonely boy. A lonely boy who told the story of his child aches.
A sole girl stood behind him, her dark, black hair tied up into pigtails and her smile, bright as can be. McGreggor didn't know what to do.
Amy slowly stepped closer, her arms locked innocently behind her, and her devious smile, told him everything he needed to know.
McGee triumphantly smiled, and pulled the paper out of his typewriter. He neatly shoved it into his binder, and shut the music off.
"Definitely, a keeper," He told nobody in particular.
