Abigail's POV

I woke up with an ache in my back and Saint Jimmy's leg over lapping mine. I sat up and swept the thick red blanket off of me. I looked over at Jimmy's side of the bed to see if he did throw up and thankfully there wasn't any. I was proud of him I was certain he was going to throw up.

I got up out of bed and feeling hung over is the worse. I went to the bath room and rinsed my mouth with the old mouthwash. As I spat out the bluish whitish liquid out of my mouth I felt the sting that it always leaves behind in your mouth. I made me feel more alive. Like my whole body is just a numb ache and there was finally a spark.

I made my way to the sad area of his apartment known as a kitchen and started making some coffee. I never knew coffee could be this crappy, but it's better than nothing. As I sip the warm liquid and felt it go all the way down into my stomach warming my whole body I heard Saint Jimmy start moving in bed. I can't stop thinking about that beautiful sketch he did of me.

I know what he did to Whatshername is awful no guy should ever hit a girl, but maybe he has changed and gotten more control over his anger. Ugh who am I kidding? He is the living Saint Jimmy, drug dealer, whore fucker, blank faced sad story guy who could never go for a girl like me. Why am I even interested in him? He is attractive and knows how to have a good time. And we may have the same lives, but we have different hearts. He burned his heart the day him and Whatshername broke up for good. My heart is still beating. Saint Jimmy sits up in bed and looks at me and waves and falls back down into bed.

Saint Jimmy's POV

How does she always wake up before me? I should probably get up, but what for. Just some coffee. But Abigail is here too. Decisions decisions too many to make for a hung over guy. What a party last night, it was good to see Will again. Glad he is still alive and not rotting away in some sewer. In a way I guess he has always has been rotting away ever since his family left him though.

I lay there looking at the ceiling too tired and too big of a headache to move. I then see Abigail's face pop into view. She has such a beautiful face. I could get lost in those sharp blue- gray eyes.

Abigail says, "Hey you are probably still drunk from last night. Have some coffee."

I take the warm mug and take a sip. Thank God she didn't make me come out of bed. Some whores I bring back here usually wait for me to get up to make them coffee. Fuck that. I reply with a smirk on my face, "Thought you would've left again."

She starts blushing a little again. She has got to learn how to control that. Emotions are weakness. "Don't get me wrong I was tempted I thought for sure you were going to throw up in the middle of the night."

"Oh please I am Saint Jimmy. My blood is mad of alcohol and cigarettes. And you finally don't have work for a day?"

"Let me check actually. " She went to her jacket that she put in the bathroom and says, "Dammit."

"So you do have work. When are they going to give you a break?"

"No it's not that my friend Jackie texted and called me 100 times last night my phone was on silent. She is always worrying about me. Apparently she is at my apartment waiting for me. I never should have given her that spare key. It would be better if I just gave it to a serial killer than her. I should go."

"From what I've seen you are a tough girl who would worry about you?"

"Jackie does. She is overprotective of everything. And well she has heard of the reputation that the dark side has."

"Why don't I go over there with you? Show her not to judge a book by its cover or whatever. And besides I love to scare big city girls." Abigail cracked a smile and agreed. She got changed in the bathroom and I got changed on the spot. She came out and she looked exactly like how I drew her with that black coat on. Oh shit I hope she didn't see that while she was getting my clothes out of my drawer. Fuck why did I leave that in there? Oh well I am sure she didn't see it, she probably would've mentioned it by now.

We exit my apartment and I lock the door and tap it for good luck. I haven't been in the big city in a long time. Last time I was there I got kicked out of three bars and got busted for beating up a guy who kept harassing me about going back to the shit hole I came from. I am going to need all the luck I need.

Me and Abigail barely talk for most of the walk we both have splitting headaches and talking hurts too much. The coffee helped a little, but it's just better if we don't talk. Besides a little silence doesn't kill anyone.

When we make it to the boarder I see Will there passed out in a piles of cardboard with an empty beer bottle in his hand. I don't know what I can do to help him. All we can really do is just try to keep an eye out for him. It's easier said than done. Once we find out where he is he picks up and moves. It won't be long until he starts begging somewhere else for some ones pity. All we want to do is make sure he stays alive and the stubborn bastard never listens.

"Hang on a minute Abigail." I stop and walk over to Will and take the beer bottle out of his hand and replace it with a pack of cigarettes and I look around for that crappy green blanket he always has and I put it over him.

"Alright let's keep moving." She looks a little puzzled and then just shakes it off and we keep walking. As we enter the brightness that the city blinds me with, I remember that was the thing I hated most about the big city. All these lights always on, always killing the Earth, always burning your eyes out of their sockets until you can't see anymore. I just never understood the point. Maybe that's why all the people from the big city are so blind to everything around them. I couldn't stop wincing and Abigail must have noticed and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just God lights everywhere." We finally made it to a building so big I swear it scrapped the sky. It was a tan building with crystal clear glass windows and doors with golden frames. "Little bit much isn't it? But nothing compared to my place of course." I smirk and Abigail cracks a smile. We get into the elevator which is golden framed as well with red carpet on the floor and a mirror on the ceiling. Which I don't get the point of either? I mean who thought of that? Let's put a mirror on the ceiling so that some sex deprived men can look down some girl's cleavage.

We finally make it to her apartment and she twists the key in the lock and her apartment is spacious and fancy. But it also has that touch of Abigail with clothes scattered all over the floor, dishes all over the kitchen, and she had a wall that was just filled with some drawings that she must have done, notes and letters she has written, and pictures of the world and Abigail exploring it. I loved it.

I looked over to the couch which was stainless unlike mine, and also had a dark haired attractive girl on it. She was facing us and giving us a confused look.

"Abigail who the hell is this?"

Abigail said, "This is my friend Saint Jimmy. We thought it was best you two meet."

Jackie stood up came close to me and looked me over and said with a stupid smirk on her face, "Funny he certainly doesn't look like a Saint. Abigail can we talk alone now please?"

I smirked back and said with the most pride, "Funny Abigail said you were her friend, but you don't act like one. " I keep staring down Jackie but in my peripheral vision I see Abigail trying to hold back a smile. Jackie looks pissed now.

"I'm sorry but you just met Abigail and I know your type just by looking at you a big rebel who drags everyone down with them. So back off. "I can't stand this bitch she doesn't even know me and she must certainly does not know Abigail.

"And I know your type by the squeak in your voice that all you proper bitches have in your throat, it tells me you have never stood up for a good reason but only yourself and now you think you are defending Abigail but you know the truth is you are only doing this for yourself and that squeak in your voice is the guilt and sadness that you feel every day because you have never fought for anything that really matters in this world. Are you locked up in a world That's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed. But it won't do any good because I don't give a shit". Abigail and Jackie are both speechless. Big city people always make me so angry. They think the whole world revolves around them.

Abigail finally says, "Jimmy wow, umm Jackie I'm sorry-"

Jackie cuts her off and says, "No it's ok. Weird thing he is kind of right. I better um go now I have to finish that lab report. I'll see you later Abigail. I'm glad you are ok"

"Hey Jackie, "she gets close to her and whispers, but I can still hear them, "Are you okay? Maybe we should head to the club tomorrow night." Jackie doesn't respond and Abigail says, "Listen I really do appreciate how you care for me so much, but sometimes I just need a little space."

"I'm sorry Abigail I will try to give you some more space, I still hate that Jimmy guy though."

Abigail smiles and says, "I don't blame you. " Jackie then heads for the door and opens it and huffs on her way out. As soon as the door closes I mock her and do a high squeaky huff. Abigail smiles and says, "That was awesome. I've always wanted to say something like that to her, but could never find the exact words. Little harsh, but still awesome." I smile and take a bow.

Since we woke up at 1 o'clock and we had to slowly walk all the way here, I was craving some drinks. It was pretty much happy hour so I asked her, "All in a day's work. So it's that beautiful time of day. Happy hour know of any decent bars around here?"

"Are you serious? I think I am still a little hung over from last night."

I smirk and say, "Well nothing a few drinks can't cure." Abigail caved and we went to a bar called, "Slurred". We sat down and as predicted Abigail got free drinks from douche bags and I got dirty looks from douche bags. No fights or getting kicked out the entire night though, I was surprised. Soon Abigail and I had a few drinks and eventually got just drunk enough so that even though it was blurry we could still find our way home. When we got to her apartment our blood was pumping the intoxication all over our bodies that were so warm. We had a few more drinks because we had nothing else to do. And we were both completely smashed again. I went for her couch and sprawled out on it. Abigail laughed and said very slow and slurred, "Hey I don't want my couch to end up smelling like yours."

I smile and reply, "Hey I'll have you know I have the scent of a rose." She grins and I sit up and she sits down next to me with her legs bent under her and she kept staring at me.

She says to me, "You are so handsome."

I smirked and said very slow and quiet, "You are so beautiful." Just then Abigail leans her face close to mine, and I put my hand into her brown hair and we kiss. Kissing Abigail was breath taking. Her lips were minty and her tongue tasted like liquor. It was perfect.

Abigail then pulls away suddenly and says, "Wait Saint Jimmy we can't do this. I want to take this slow Jimmy. "

I was upset, but if a girl says she isn't ready I got to give her that. Just never heard a girl say that to me before. It was weird. I replied, "Alright, but hey let the record show you started it."

She smiles and says, "Hey Jimmy I want to be honest with you. When I was going to get some clothes for pjs out of your drawer I saw that picture you drew of me."

It was probably the mixture of alcohol, lack of cigarettes on me, and embarrassment that made me yell at her like a child who found out their parents were reading their diary, but I yelled at her, "What?! Are you kidding me Abigail? Why the fuck would you go through my stuff!" The moment after saying it I felt ridiculous and couldn't fathom why I freaked out.

Abigail eyes went wide and she said, "I'm sorry Jimmy I was just going to get pj's like I always do when I stay the night."

I paused for a minute and I took a deep breath and said normally, "I'm sorry Abigail. It's ok it was just an accident I get it." I realized that this was the first time I have said I'm sorry to a person since, well ever. I guess Abigail realizes it too and she shakes it off and smiles and hugs me. And kisses me on the lips gently.

She says, "Thanks Jimmy. Listen you should stay the night here. Wouldn't want a drunken guy walking home alone." I agree and she changes into a tank top and baggy pj pants. Meanwhile I just strip down to boxers, seeing that she doesn't have any pjs that would fit me. We go to her bed which is just a mattress with a black blanket. And two pillows. Abigail says goodnight, and falls asleep almost immediately. I watch her sleep and I move a piece of her brown hair out of her face and behind her ear. Abigail is so beautiful and deep. Dammit what the hell am I doing? I can't seriously be falling for this girl. I got lucky tonight with controlling my anger. I got pissed off about something as silly as her seeing my drawings. Imagine if it was something that actually mattered. I don't know how long I can control it. Maybe I should try to distance myself from her. But I don't really want to. Abigail is a cool chick, at least when Whatshername cheated on me it made it a little easier to break it off. You know what fuck it, right now I am going to sleep next to a beautiful girl. I bend over a kiss her on the cheek and very quietly say, "I made a point to burn all of the photographs, she went away and then I took a different path."

Hey guys so hoped you all liked this one. Changing it up with Saint Jimmy's POV. And ya please review sorry I didn't post this weekend was extremely busy, and hey hopefully this will cheer your Monday up