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Chapter Ten.
1 ReviewsStones. Stones everywhere.
Chapter Ten.
Gerard and I had sat by the lake arguing for what felt like hours about what’s beautiful and what’s not. No matter what I said, Gerard always found a way to say it’s beautiful.
Then, somehow, we got onto the topic of his relationship with his fiancé, Eliza.
Turns out when Gerard said he’d be marrying her in a few weeks, he actually ment a month. Which is fair enough, but he could have been more specific.
“I don’t see how chicks can be into the whole organising a wedding thing.” Gerard mumbled, picking up a stone and throwing it out into the water. “It’s all weird and confusing.”
“You’re probably just not used to that kind of stuff..” I shrugged, gripping the stone bench.
“I’m seriously not.” He chuckled.
“What’s it like?” I asked.
“What’s what like?” Gerard smiled.
“Being in love..”
Gerard frowned a little, looking out to the lake. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could choke out was, “Uh..” And, after a bit of fumbling with his hands, he looked back to my face and just shrugged.
I couldn’t help but give the slightest of smirks and poke him in the arm before saying, “So that’s something you don’t know. Out of all your sophistication and poeticalness that you do know about, you don’t know what love is.”
“Poeticalness isn’t even a word.” Gerard rolled his eyes.
“Now who’s trying to change the subject?” I laughed.
“Hey, you’re laughing.” Gerard said with a smile.
“Hey, Don’t – Wait. What? No. I didn’t laugh.” I lied, folding my arms across my chest and looking straight ahead. Partially to hide my embarrassed blush from him.
“What’s wrong with laughter?” Gerard asked, poking his head in my view.
“Don’t look at me.” I blushed, turning my head.
“Awh, you’re blushing!” He laughed.
Looking down, I covered my face with my hands and groaned.
“What’s wrong with blushing and laughing?” Gerard asked, trying to move my hands away, but I wouldn’t let him. “Everyone does that stuff, Frank.”
“Not me..” I mumbled into my hands.
“Well you just did,” Gerard said softly as he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my face. He smiled at me.
I went to look away from Gerard, but he didn’t let me.
“Stop being so shy,” He smiled, "And look at me."
“No..” I mumbled, looking down.
“Why not? Are you too embarrassed?” He teased playfully.
“No way!” I retorted, snapping my head up to look at him.
Ruffling up my hair, he chuckled, “You’re still blushing.”
I pushed him lightly and mumbled, “Shut up.”
“I’ll shut up when you smile..” Gerard smirked.
“Why are you so intent on me smiling?” I asked in a small, shy voice.
He looked at me kindly and said, “Here comes a cliché quote, because everyone is most beautiful when they smile.”
“You see too much beauty in everything..” I sighed.
“So I’ve been told.” He smiled.
“Ok, seriously, this is going to be a yes or no question, Gerard. I don’t want you to go into some big explanation. Do you find anything ugly?”
“Of course I do. Everything is ugly.” Gerard shrugged.
“Wait, what? I thought everything was beautiful?” I frowned.
“Everything is beautiful.” He smiled.
“But you just said that everything is ugly?”
“Here’s how things work, you can be born a beautiful person, but ugly on the inside, or vice versa; beautiful in, ugly out.” Gerard told me. “The trick to it is, no one can possibly be both at the same time. No matter how beautiful and no matter how kind.”
“So, are you ugly?” I asked.
“Yes. And so are you.”
“But I thought I was beautiful?” I frowned.
“You are beautiful.” Gerard smiled.
“But you just said I was ugly. And you also said no one can be both at the same time, yet you’re saying everyone is ugly and beautiful at the same time.” I screwed up my face and shook my head. “Gerard, I asked you a yes or no question and so you exploded my brain in return.”
“I answered a simple, understandable answer.” Gerard said, pointing at me. “You started up the convosation about the topic. I merely went along with it. Would you like me to explain it a little better?”
I breathed out heavily and rolled my eyes. “Yes please.”
Without another word Gerard got up and walked to the edge of the water, leaving me sitting alone and confused while watching him. He had his hands on his hips and was staring at the ground, that was until he picked up a stone anyway.
“Gerard, I thought you were going to explain something to me, not skip stones.” I frowned.
“I am going to explain what I was talking about to you, I just needed an example.” Gerard smiled, once again sitting down beside me. “See this stone?”
“Yeah.” I frowned.
“Look at it closely.” He said, passing me the stone.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at it for a bit before scoffing, “It’s a fucking stone.” And passing it back to Gerard.
“Yes. It is a stone. But it is also a perfect example Everything that I’m trying to explain can be shown in this smooth, heavy rock.” He told me, waving his index finger around as he spoke.
“How?” I asked.
“Well, look at its exterior design; it’s smooth, it’s grey, it hasn’t got a crack or chip on its surface, but, if you crack it in half..” Gerard mumbled, hitting the rock against the stone bench besides my knee hard enough for it to break it two, “You would see how dark its colours are on the inside. You’d see all the cracks and all the faults.” Gerard passed me half of the rock. “You’d see the rock for what it really is.”
“Imperfect?”
“Yes, imperfect.”
A/n: I feel the need to give a special thank you to Jessica Lynn for helping me out a bit when I was stuck with this chapter. So, if you're reading this Jessica, I love you. Ok? Ok.
And I also love all you readers too (:
Gerard and I had sat by the lake arguing for what felt like hours about what’s beautiful and what’s not. No matter what I said, Gerard always found a way to say it’s beautiful.
Then, somehow, we got onto the topic of his relationship with his fiancé, Eliza.
Turns out when Gerard said he’d be marrying her in a few weeks, he actually ment a month. Which is fair enough, but he could have been more specific.
“I don’t see how chicks can be into the whole organising a wedding thing.” Gerard mumbled, picking up a stone and throwing it out into the water. “It’s all weird and confusing.”
“You’re probably just not used to that kind of stuff..” I shrugged, gripping the stone bench.
“I’m seriously not.” He chuckled.
“What’s it like?” I asked.
“What’s what like?” Gerard smiled.
“Being in love..”
Gerard frowned a little, looking out to the lake. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could choke out was, “Uh..” And, after a bit of fumbling with his hands, he looked back to my face and just shrugged.
I couldn’t help but give the slightest of smirks and poke him in the arm before saying, “So that’s something you don’t know. Out of all your sophistication and poeticalness that you do know about, you don’t know what love is.”
“Poeticalness isn’t even a word.” Gerard rolled his eyes.
“Now who’s trying to change the subject?” I laughed.
“Hey, you’re laughing.” Gerard said with a smile.
“Hey, Don’t – Wait. What? No. I didn’t laugh.” I lied, folding my arms across my chest and looking straight ahead. Partially to hide my embarrassed blush from him.
“What’s wrong with laughter?” Gerard asked, poking his head in my view.
“Don’t look at me.” I blushed, turning my head.
“Awh, you’re blushing!” He laughed.
Looking down, I covered my face with my hands and groaned.
“What’s wrong with blushing and laughing?” Gerard asked, trying to move my hands away, but I wouldn’t let him. “Everyone does that stuff, Frank.”
“Not me..” I mumbled into my hands.
“Well you just did,” Gerard said softly as he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away from my face. He smiled at me.
I went to look away from Gerard, but he didn’t let me.
“Stop being so shy,” He smiled, "And look at me."
“No..” I mumbled, looking down.
“Why not? Are you too embarrassed?” He teased playfully.
“No way!” I retorted, snapping my head up to look at him.
Ruffling up my hair, he chuckled, “You’re still blushing.”
I pushed him lightly and mumbled, “Shut up.”
“I’ll shut up when you smile..” Gerard smirked.
“Why are you so intent on me smiling?” I asked in a small, shy voice.
He looked at me kindly and said, “Here comes a cliché quote, because everyone is most beautiful when they smile.”
“You see too much beauty in everything..” I sighed.
“So I’ve been told.” He smiled.
“Ok, seriously, this is going to be a yes or no question, Gerard. I don’t want you to go into some big explanation. Do you find anything ugly?”
“Of course I do. Everything is ugly.” Gerard shrugged.
“Wait, what? I thought everything was beautiful?” I frowned.
“Everything is beautiful.” He smiled.
“But you just said that everything is ugly?”
“Here’s how things work, you can be born a beautiful person, but ugly on the inside, or vice versa; beautiful in, ugly out.” Gerard told me. “The trick to it is, no one can possibly be both at the same time. No matter how beautiful and no matter how kind.”
“So, are you ugly?” I asked.
“Yes. And so are you.”
“But I thought I was beautiful?” I frowned.
“You are beautiful.” Gerard smiled.
“But you just said I was ugly. And you also said no one can be both at the same time, yet you’re saying everyone is ugly and beautiful at the same time.” I screwed up my face and shook my head. “Gerard, I asked you a yes or no question and so you exploded my brain in return.”
“I answered a simple, understandable answer.” Gerard said, pointing at me. “You started up the convosation about the topic. I merely went along with it. Would you like me to explain it a little better?”
I breathed out heavily and rolled my eyes. “Yes please.”
Without another word Gerard got up and walked to the edge of the water, leaving me sitting alone and confused while watching him. He had his hands on his hips and was staring at the ground, that was until he picked up a stone anyway.
“Gerard, I thought you were going to explain something to me, not skip stones.” I frowned.
“I am going to explain what I was talking about to you, I just needed an example.” Gerard smiled, once again sitting down beside me. “See this stone?”
“Yeah.” I frowned.
“Look at it closely.” He said, passing me the stone.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at it for a bit before scoffing, “It’s a fucking stone.” And passing it back to Gerard.
“Yes. It is a stone. But it is also a perfect example Everything that I’m trying to explain can be shown in this smooth, heavy rock.” He told me, waving his index finger around as he spoke.
“How?” I asked.
“Well, look at its exterior design; it’s smooth, it’s grey, it hasn’t got a crack or chip on its surface, but, if you crack it in half..” Gerard mumbled, hitting the rock against the stone bench besides my knee hard enough for it to break it two, “You would see how dark its colours are on the inside. You’d see all the cracks and all the faults.” Gerard passed me half of the rock. “You’d see the rock for what it really is.”
“Imperfect?”
“Yes, imperfect.”
A/n: I feel the need to give a special thank you to Jessica Lynn for helping me out a bit when I was stuck with this chapter. So, if you're reading this Jessica, I love you. Ok? Ok.
And I also love all you readers too (:
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