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Chapter five- Challenge
Ever since I had that vision I never wanted to stay in the same room with Gerard without anyone else anymore. Not that I wanted to do that before. I mean, back then I could bear it though it annoyed me, now being alone with him scared me.
But then again, life was unfair. Monday afternoon I woke up, and found myself alone on the bus. I jumped down from my bunk and saw the note Alicia left me.
"Lacey Babe, we're all at the mall.
All except Gerard.
Wanted to wake you up but you
looked so tired,
so I didn't.
Don't lose your cool!
See you later.
xoxo Ali :))"
I immediately felt uncomfortable, why Gerard of all people?! They didn't know about my vision but they know I hate him!
I almost let out a loud cry but before I could Gerard came inside. He smiled when he saw me. "You're awake, good. About time," he said.
"Why didn't you go with them to the mall?" I snapped.
"Good afternoon to you too," he said. "Can't a man just choose to stay with a friend and rest as well?"
"Man? I don't see any man around. And friend? Which friend?" I asked, but of course I knew what he meant, it was just so annoying as usual.
"Me man, you friend," he said.
"So now you are Tarzan or something?" I said with a smirk. "I've always thought Tarzan was dumb, figures that you're acting like him. You both have twisted, dumb brains."
"Aw Jane don't be mad," he said, eeeeeeewwwwww!
I frowned, "Shouldn't you be finding tree-ropes, or whatever that thing is, to swing to and from? And maybe you should go find your Jane somewhere in the woods."
"I've already found her I guess, she's standing here in the bus with me, wearing a pair of baggy pants and a My Chem shirt, her hair disheveled and looking so I-just-woke-up," he said.
"Stop it already!" I yelled, I dunno but him saying that and I remembering my "vision" had a big impact on me.
"Whoa, really cranky today huh? Should have gone with them to the mall," he said.
"Well leave me alone and follow them!" I yelled again. I then walked to the bathroom before he could say anything, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and fixed myself.
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When I went out of the bathroom Gerard was making coffee. I still felt uncomfortable, normally I was a morning person, but well today I was so cranky (have to admit that) and I wasn't PMSing or anything. It was all the vision's fault.
Gerard and I have had fights even though I'd only woken up, but today it was different, I knew I was acting weird but I couldn't help it. For the first time in two weeks I was alone with him, and scared.
I pulled up a stool and sat on it, just staring at the coffee he was making. I wanted coffee but I was afraid to ask even just for a cup. I wanted him to get out of the bus and go somewhere else.
Suddenly as I was trying to kill my craving a cup was being handed to me. I smelled the strong aroma of black coffee and took the cup as I looked up at Gerard, he wasn't smiling or anything, he was just looking at me, waiting for me to take the cup. I finally did as I looked down on my feet, "Thanks."
He didn't say anything and I began to doubt if he heard my thank you, I had only whispered it. He turned his back on me, took another cup, and poured himself some coffee. I just sat there sipping my coffee and watching him. Gerard was really weird. Sometimes, barely though, he would be OK or nice to me. Sometimes after hours of being obnoxious he'd shut up and won't even bother to look at me. Other times I'd find him staring at my back or something, and rarely, very rarely, while we're sitting in different corners inside a room he would shoot me a smile which I refuse to call genuine though something tells me it is. Then lastly there'd be times I'd find him sitting in his bunk and drawing something, looking sad, then when he sees me he quickly puts his sketchbook away and paste the annoying smile on his face and we'd get into an argument.
I studied his back, it was as if there were too many Gerard inside of him, and most of the times I'd have to deal with the obnoxious one. I wondered what would make him stop picking on me. If I tell him my past, would he start being nice to me? There was a really big barrier between us, it was as if we were really not meant to understand each other. We didn't really know anything about each other at all, and I'm pretty sure that when you ask him what he feels when I'm around, he'd answer hate or amusement every time he successfully annoys me.
He turned around, pulled up a stool and sat opposite me but kept his gaze on the floor, as I focused on studying his face. His very pale face that made him look like a vampire, but well there are always something interesting about vampires. I looked at his eyes, they were hazel, he and Mikey had the same color but his was more…amazing, I'd have to admit, and then his thin, pink lips…when he smiles it makes people faint, not me of course, because he always gives me smirks. But well I'd have to admit again, I feel something weird when he smiles differently at me.
He was hot, and I didn't understand why even though I hated him I was interested to know things about him. He seemed like the type of guy who had been through a lot. Maybe there was more to him than what he shows me.
I couldn't understand myself at the moment, why I was suddenly thinking about Gerard like this. His hazels met up with my blues.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I looked down, embarrassed; "Nothing.", then I sipped some of my coffee.
"Are you OK?" he asked again, for the first time he sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you sure? Coz you don't look OK," he said. I looked at him, his eyebrows were arched at me. I giggled as I let myself relax a little.
"Jeez, I already washed my face I still don't look OK?"
He sighed, "Maybe you should wash it again, God you look terrible. Stressed. It's as if you're the one performing your heart out practically every night."
"Deal with yourself, and you would look worse than I do," I snapped, well at least we were going back to how we were.
"Hey, no snapping, I made you coffee," he said.
"Well I make you coffee practically all the time, and you don't even thank me, and you still snap at me after that," I said.
He laughed, "What is this, protest-for-what-I-do day?"
"It's the day I woke up and realized I was going to be alone with my worst enemy," I said.
"You know the saying if you can't beat them join them?" he asked.
I arched my eyebrows, "What are you trying to say, I can't beat you?"
"I was just asking." His shrug and the smile on his face were seemingly challenging me.
I leaned myself closer, eyeing him, "You are soooo on in whatever you're planning, Way." His smile grew wider.
"Good."
Ever since I had that vision I never wanted to stay in the same room with Gerard without anyone else anymore. Not that I wanted to do that before. I mean, back then I could bear it though it annoyed me, now being alone with him scared me.
But then again, life was unfair. Monday afternoon I woke up, and found myself alone on the bus. I jumped down from my bunk and saw the note Alicia left me.
"Lacey Babe, we're all at the mall.
All except Gerard.
Wanted to wake you up but you
looked so tired,
so I didn't.
Don't lose your cool!
See you later.
xoxo Ali :))"
I immediately felt uncomfortable, why Gerard of all people?! They didn't know about my vision but they know I hate him!
I almost let out a loud cry but before I could Gerard came inside. He smiled when he saw me. "You're awake, good. About time," he said.
"Why didn't you go with them to the mall?" I snapped.
"Good afternoon to you too," he said. "Can't a man just choose to stay with a friend and rest as well?"
"Man? I don't see any man around. And friend? Which friend?" I asked, but of course I knew what he meant, it was just so annoying as usual.
"Me man, you friend," he said.
"So now you are Tarzan or something?" I said with a smirk. "I've always thought Tarzan was dumb, figures that you're acting like him. You both have twisted, dumb brains."
"Aw Jane don't be mad," he said, eeeeeeewwwwww!
I frowned, "Shouldn't you be finding tree-ropes, or whatever that thing is, to swing to and from? And maybe you should go find your Jane somewhere in the woods."
"I've already found her I guess, she's standing here in the bus with me, wearing a pair of baggy pants and a My Chem shirt, her hair disheveled and looking so I-just-woke-up," he said.
"Stop it already!" I yelled, I dunno but him saying that and I remembering my "vision" had a big impact on me.
"Whoa, really cranky today huh? Should have gone with them to the mall," he said.
"Well leave me alone and follow them!" I yelled again. I then walked to the bathroom before he could say anything, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and fixed myself.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
When I went out of the bathroom Gerard was making coffee. I still felt uncomfortable, normally I was a morning person, but well today I was so cranky (have to admit that) and I wasn't PMSing or anything. It was all the vision's fault.
Gerard and I have had fights even though I'd only woken up, but today it was different, I knew I was acting weird but I couldn't help it. For the first time in two weeks I was alone with him, and scared.
I pulled up a stool and sat on it, just staring at the coffee he was making. I wanted coffee but I was afraid to ask even just for a cup. I wanted him to get out of the bus and go somewhere else.
Suddenly as I was trying to kill my craving a cup was being handed to me. I smelled the strong aroma of black coffee and took the cup as I looked up at Gerard, he wasn't smiling or anything, he was just looking at me, waiting for me to take the cup. I finally did as I looked down on my feet, "Thanks."
He didn't say anything and I began to doubt if he heard my thank you, I had only whispered it. He turned his back on me, took another cup, and poured himself some coffee. I just sat there sipping my coffee and watching him. Gerard was really weird. Sometimes, barely though, he would be OK or nice to me. Sometimes after hours of being obnoxious he'd shut up and won't even bother to look at me. Other times I'd find him staring at my back or something, and rarely, very rarely, while we're sitting in different corners inside a room he would shoot me a smile which I refuse to call genuine though something tells me it is. Then lastly there'd be times I'd find him sitting in his bunk and drawing something, looking sad, then when he sees me he quickly puts his sketchbook away and paste the annoying smile on his face and we'd get into an argument.
I studied his back, it was as if there were too many Gerard inside of him, and most of the times I'd have to deal with the obnoxious one. I wondered what would make him stop picking on me. If I tell him my past, would he start being nice to me? There was a really big barrier between us, it was as if we were really not meant to understand each other. We didn't really know anything about each other at all, and I'm pretty sure that when you ask him what he feels when I'm around, he'd answer hate or amusement every time he successfully annoys me.
He turned around, pulled up a stool and sat opposite me but kept his gaze on the floor, as I focused on studying his face. His very pale face that made him look like a vampire, but well there are always something interesting about vampires. I looked at his eyes, they were hazel, he and Mikey had the same color but his was more…amazing, I'd have to admit, and then his thin, pink lips…when he smiles it makes people faint, not me of course, because he always gives me smirks. But well I'd have to admit again, I feel something weird when he smiles differently at me.
He was hot, and I didn't understand why even though I hated him I was interested to know things about him. He seemed like the type of guy who had been through a lot. Maybe there was more to him than what he shows me.
I couldn't understand myself at the moment, why I was suddenly thinking about Gerard like this. His hazels met up with my blues.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I looked down, embarrassed; "Nothing.", then I sipped some of my coffee.
"Are you OK?" he asked again, for the first time he sounded genuinely concerned.
"Yeah," I said.
"Are you sure? Coz you don't look OK," he said. I looked at him, his eyebrows were arched at me. I giggled as I let myself relax a little.
"Jeez, I already washed my face I still don't look OK?"
He sighed, "Maybe you should wash it again, God you look terrible. Stressed. It's as if you're the one performing your heart out practically every night."
"Deal with yourself, and you would look worse than I do," I snapped, well at least we were going back to how we were.
"Hey, no snapping, I made you coffee," he said.
"Well I make you coffee practically all the time, and you don't even thank me, and you still snap at me after that," I said.
He laughed, "What is this, protest-for-what-I-do day?"
"It's the day I woke up and realized I was going to be alone with my worst enemy," I said.
"You know the saying if you can't beat them join them?" he asked.
I arched my eyebrows, "What are you trying to say, I can't beat you?"
"I was just asking." His shrug and the smile on his face were seemingly challenging me.
I leaned myself closer, eyeing him, "You are soooo on in whatever you're planning, Way." His smile grew wider.
"Good."
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