Aren't you glad they're making up?
"What are you doing?" Gerard head was sticking out of the tour bus. His hair messy and thrown all over the place. I stopped pacing and looked him in the eyes. Those beautiful fucking hazel eyes...
"I need to talk to you."
"So you decided to have a conversation with yourself about it first?"
"You heard that?"
"All of it." I blushed. I could feel the pink rising in my cheeks and I knew it wasn't my trashy blush. Within seconds he appeared in front of me. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it then looked at me in my eyes.
"Shoot." He said simply as he blew smoke from his mouth.
"I don't know how to put my feelings into words. I'm just sorry."
"Call me crazy, but I forgive you." I smiled at him. The biggest smile I could ever imagine was stupidly plastered on my face at that moment. I had my best friend back.
He pulled me into the tightest hug I ever received. I took in his scent. Smoke, beer, sweat and cologne. The smell I've grown to love to much.