When Derreck’s hysterics subsided, he peered down at the man sympathetically. “I’m sorry for that, man.” He extended his hand towards him, “You need help?”
“If you knew who did this, that would help. Or if you could get it to go away.” Gerard replied staring at the hand for a couple of seconds before somewhat reluctantly shaking it.
Derreck sluggishly dragged himself out of his room and into the Institute halls, not able to find sleep at all for the past few days. Passing by a few rooms, an angry scowl ripped through his sleepy state. “What?” he whipped his head to the sound of the voice and immediately snorted, holding in a laugh as soon as his eyes landed on the man’s hair. He looked like he was a member of an 80’s girl group. “Oh man, I wish I did.” He burst into fits of laughter, holding his stomach with one hand and the other wiping one side of his eye where tears have gone astray. “I’m sorry, man,” he wheezed, “but this is entertaining as shit.”
Gerard felt his anger flare up as the fae kept laughing, his fists curled at his side as he restrained himself from throwing the fae into the nearest wall. He didn’t think the Clave would appreciate it and he didn’t want to get thrown out of the Institute on the account of his hair. “I’m glad you find this amusing. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you don’t know who did this either.”
“Apple products?” Derreck stared at the man dumbfounded. “I hear that shit’s even more complicated.”
“Yes,” his playfully worried face turned into a full-blown grin at the mention of the little nickname his friend always called him. “Yes, like Tink. Because I’m a pretty fairy like her, minus the wings and blonde hair.”
“Once you learn how to work around iTunes it’s pretty easy.” Gerard smiled inwardly laughing at the fae’s confused face.
“I’m guessing Tinkerbelle is a fond nickname of yours”
“Exactly, and I have trouble catching up to be quite honest,” he said with a chuckle and fished his Blackberry out of his jean pocket, waving it in the air. “I mean I’ve had this for what, 10 years, and I still have no idea how to put music in this thing — if that’s even possible.”
“A pleasure indeed,” he smiled, patting the lad gently on the back and extended his hand towards him. “Derreck Malemayns. Peter Pan’s little companion.”
“ I was a bit disorientated at first but I’ve learnt to deal since. I’m sure you can but I haven’t had Blackberry before so I wouldn’t know. I’m more of an Apple consumer myself.”
“Peter Pan’s companion? As in Tinkerbell?“
“I mean, sure there are a lot of changes over the years but I think you understand where I’m getting at when it comes to the people and the classic spectacles. Technology, man. That’s what it does,” he smiled. “How rude of me, what’s your name?”
“Ah I understand, yes technology has definitely changed humans over the years. Don’t worry about, I’m Gerard Beltrano. A pleasure I’m sure.”
“The all-nighter dude that I am usually go the pubs — Pandemonium to say the utmost,” he said, pondering over the man’s question. “Nah, however you viewed New York as will always be like that. The marvels, entertainment, the people, they will always remain unchanged.”
“Never heard of it then again it has been a couple of decades. You really think so? Because whenever I return somewhere I always find that it has changed in some way.”
“When you have remarkable sneaky and guileful skills — like me, you can get outta here as long as you want,” he informed the lad with a contented smile.
“Hmm.. indeed. Where do you go?” Gerard asked returning the smile “It has been many nights since by last visit to New York I assume it has changed.”