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"License and registration." The officer said loudly shining his light on to my face. I just sat there for a second. The light was so bright and I knew my eyes had to be a little bloodshot... It was only 2 lines but Gerard's eyes were red so mine had to be too... I open my purse and pull out my license and hand it to him and try to smile a little. My nose is so itchy that I want to sniffle or rub it or something.... Fuck.. He shines his light on my license in his hand and looks down at it. I wipe my nose quickly checking that it wasn't bleeding again and look over at Gerard. He sat up a little in his seat and he had slid his foot over the baggie on the floor. I don't know if he did it intentionally or not...

"Registration?" The officer says now sounding a little annoyed.

"Oh uh..." I say and I lean over and open the glove compartment... It was empty. I mean totally empty. "Fuck." I mumble. I open the armrest thing near the shifter... Fucking Bob man... It was packed with papers and CDs and shit. I start pulling stuff out. "Its not my car, officer...uh." I look at his nametag. "Va- squeeze." I say trying to sound out his name.

"Vasquez." He responds dryly. Shit...

"Sorry." I say weakly to officer as I pull out something that looked like the insurance card. Fuck... where is it?

"Is this your friends car?" The cop says sounding even more annoyed now that I mispronounced his name.

"Actually its my husbands car." I blurt out stupidly.

"Fuck." Gerard mutters under his breath as the cop swings his light up and shines it in his face. Gerard squinted a little and held his hand up trying to block the light. He had a hickey on his neck and his belt buckle was open.

"You Robert Bryar?" The cop growls at him. How the fuck does he know this is Bobs car? Oh shit he probably ran the plates... He motions with the flashlight for Gerard who I guess he thinks is Bob to get the fucking registration out...

"Oh no, that's not my husband Bob, that's my boyfriend." I say to the cop. Good going Elle... The cop swings his light back on to me blinding me a little. "ooh I found it!" I cry out pulling the registration card from over the visor. I hold it out to the cop. He takes it and shines his light on it.

I look over to Gerard. He's kinda making a face at me like he can't believe I just said that as he tries to buckle back up his belt. I guess the cop saw him move and shone his light back in the car on us and gave me and Gerard a disapproving stare... Then he presses the button on the radio thing on his shoulder and starts talking into it... I didn't know what the fuck he was saying.

Another cop comes walking up now. They were talking quietly and then the new cop shines his light in at us.

"Uh I'll take this from here." he says taking my license from Vasquez. Vasquez said something and then went back to the car... But that voice was kinda familiar... It wasn't until he leant into the window that I recognized him.

"Officer Ontellio." I say a little surprised.

"Actually its Sergeant Ontellio." He replies and sighs a little. "Michelle Waller." He says leaning into the car a little, handing me back my license and Bobs registration. He looked Gerard over a little, but didn't say anything to him. "It uh stopped raining a bit, why don't you get out of the car dear." He says opening the door for me.

"Okay." I say shrugging.

"You too, Mr. Way." He says to Gerard. "Come over here." He tells him and Gerard comes and stands next to me. We were leaning on the side of the car a little. I don't know if Gerard knew that that was Pete Ontellios father or not...but how did Petes dad know Gerard's name?

"What are you kids up to?" Petes dad asks.

"Nothing." I shrug. Petes dad looks me over real quick. He smiled a little. I think it was pretty obvious that me and Gerard were making out in the car and that we were a little high... The other cop came back and said something quietly to Petes dad and then walked away.

"I was actually coming to see you later Michelle." Pete dads says nodding at me.

"For what?" I ask smiling at him.

"There was a fire on 3rd street last week." Srgnt. Ontellio says and I just stand there looking at him blankly. "Some one thinks they may have seen Paul by there but he says he was with you the whole day." He tells me and I just continue to stand there...It was starting to rain again... I wanted to say something but it was like I forgot how to talk...

"With me?" I finally repeat.

"Yes." Srgnt. Ontellio replies. I look over at Gerard. He's staring off into space. "Do either of you know anything about this fire?" He says to us. I bite my lip and look at Gerard. I know Gerard would love to see Paul get in trouble... But then Paul would say why he did it and then.... Fuck...

"Miss Waller?" Srgnt Ontellio says.

"Oh I'm sorry was that a question?" I say looking up at him... He looked so much like Pete, only older...

He sighed. "Listen carefully." He says leaning towards me a little. "Paul says he was with you... Now where were you on December 24th dear?" He says to me and I just look at him blankly. "You were with..." He encourages me.

"I was with Paul." I reply. Petes dad nods and smiles at me a little.

"That's what I thought." He nodded. "Now do me a favor and try and stay out of trouble." He says opening my car door and Gerard ran around the car and got back in quickly "I don't want to catch you like this again. Do you understand me?" He says leaning back into the window.

"Yes sir." I tell him and then Srgnt Ontellio went back to his car and picked up the radio thing and was talking in to it.
I start the car and look over at Gerard. He's got his arm up on the door and his head leaning against his hand.

"Do you think he didn't see it?" I say to Gerard nodding towards the bag that was still on the floor.

"No he fucking saw it." Gerard said still trying to figure out what happened.

"Oh are you sure?" I say adjusting the mirror a little.

"Elle, I saw him fucking look at it and then he said to get out of the car." Gerard exclaims. "I thought we were fucked!"

"You know that was Petes dad right?" I say as I start to pull away.

"Yeah I know." He sighed and picked the bag up and put it in his pocket. "But why the fuck did he let us go?" He says turning and looking at me wide eyed.

"Cause of Pete?" I shrug. Gerard is giving me a what the fuck are you talking about stare. "I guess cause he knows that we know Pete, I mean we go to the same school." I shrug again. Gerard is still looking at me like that's not good enough..."What the fuck do you want from me Gerard?" I say as we get closer to his house. "Would you rather he have fucking busted me and I went to jail?!" I tell him.

Gerard laughed. "I wouldn't have let that happen." He says as I pull up in front of his house. "I would've said it was mine." He shrugs and leans over and kisses my cheek.

"Then you would've went to jail." I cry out smacking his arm.

"I'd do anything for you." He says and turns my face to his and kisses my lips.

"You would go to jail for me?" I say to him and he nods. "Do you know what they'd do to a pretty guy like you in prison?" I tease him.

"Stop calling me pretty." He laughs and kisses me again. "Seriously Elle." He says pulling away. "why the fuck did he let us go?" He says to me... Oh are we still on this? Fuck... I roll my eyes...

"I told you cause we go to." I say and Gerard cuts me off.

"Go to the same school as Pete." He says frowning. "But 'I' don't know Pete."

"Sure you do." I say "He's the guy that kicks the ball on the football team." I try to explain to him. "What's that called again?" I ask him

"The kicker?" He laughs a little.

"Well that's a stupid name for it." I mumble.

"No, Elle -I mean Pete Ontellio?" He scoffs. "He's like the second biggest prick next to Paul... I do NOT know him." He says and I sigh. " I mean his dad is one corrupt motherfucker." He says shaking his head. "He's hassled me more times than I can fucking count." He says getting a little angry.

"For what?" I say.

"For shit." Gerard frowns. "Me, Mikey. Ray... he just hassles us. He's a fucking asshole." Gerard grumbles.

"Petes dad?" I say genuinely surprised.

"Uh yeah." Gerard laughs.

I scrunched my eyebrows thinking about what he was said. "He was always so nice to me." I tell Gerard. "Why would he be mean to you?" I ask.

Gerard laughs a little at my naivety. "cause I'm not friends with Pete or Paul or Jeff or any of them..." He sighs a little. "I'm just not one of them." He says rubbing his eyes a little.

"I don't understand." I say to Gerard.

"I don't play football, I'm not one of them." He says a little loud. "That's why I don't fucking understand why he let it go, he saw the fucking bag...any other day and he would've busted the crap out of me.." Gerard says shaking his head at me.

"You think he's corrupt?" I ask Gerard scrunching my face again... I just don't understand what he's saying...Petes dad is nice guy... "Cause he let us go with a warning." I say to Gerard.

"A warning?" Gerard laughs.

"Yeah he said not to let him catch us like that again." I say.

"That's not a fucking warning." Gerard says to me.

"Then I still don't understand." I sigh.

"I'm asking you how well do you know Pete, that his dad is just gonna let you go." Gerard says looking out the window.

"You think he let us go cause of me?" I ask.

"Well he sure as fuck didn't do it for me!" Gerard says loudly startling me.

"Honestly I'm not really even friends with Pete." I sigh. Gerard makes a face.

"Well his dad sure seems to think you are." Gerard says sarcastically.

"Well that was cause of that one time that his dad caught us." I say and Gerard looks out the window again.

"Caught you fucking him." Gerard scowls.

"No I never fucked Pete." I said softly. Gerard looked back over like he didn't believe me. "It wasn't like that." I insist. "I mean we were just fucking around at Petes house one day and we were all a little drunk and yeah I was making out with Pete on the pool table and Paul was..." I looked at Gerard not sure if I should continue.

"Watching?" He scowls a little.

I shrug. "At first and then... I don't know... I mean I KNOW Pete, but not as well as Paul does." I say sniffling a little.

My nose was still so god dam itchy...I wonder if Gerard is gonna give me the bag back...

"Are you saying that." Gerard raised his eyebrows at me and smiled a little.

"I'm SAYING that Petes dad came home early and walked in and I don't know." I stammered. "He was pissed but I guess since I was there it made it less..."

"Gay?" Gerard smiles.

"Look I can't have this conversation with you." I say closing my eyes again. "Those things that happened were... were..." I sighed.

It was silent... There were just some things I didn't want him to know... Like how when I was on my knees in front of Pete, Paul came up behind him and- it was just sex...It didn't mean anything... It was just a memory now... I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.

"What are you thinking about?" Geards voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Memories." I said still not opening my eyes. " God damn memories... its like the ones I don't want stick and the ones I need fade away. Like my mom... Each day that goes by... I feel like I'm forgetting her more and more." I sigh. " I mean when you opened that envelope-it smelt like her. I forgot what she smelt like." I said as Gerard wiped a tear that had slipped out and rolled down my cheek.

"Elle I-" Gerard's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I just wish I told you before." He said softly.

"Told me what?" I asked a little confused opening my eyes and looking over at him.

"That you're special." He said sighing. "That you fucking deserved better than him." He said looking down.

"Gerard." I whispered. I didn't know what to say. I reached over and took his hand.

"Stay the night with me." He says squeezing my hand.

"You want to come home with me?"I asked a little confused.

"No here." He says nodding towards his house.

"Your parents?" I say nervously.

"There probably in bed already." He shrugged. "Just go downstairs... I'll go up and talk to them, they wont even notice you." He said. I looked over at him. He was biting his lip a little.

"Hey don't do that- that's my thing." I laugh running my finger along his lip. He smiled.

"So?" He said waiting for me to agree... Oh this is so foolish. I mean he can easily come back to my house. No he wants to fucking sneak me in his room!

"Fine." I said and we got out. Gerard opened the door slowly and peeked inside. He grabbed my hand and we quickly dashed down the hall. He opened the basement door and whispered for me to go down and that he'd be right there...

So I did... I could hear faint voices above. Then some footsteps and more voices... I sat on the edge of his bed just waiting... Finally he came back down smiling a little at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He replied smiling a little. He walked over to his desk and turned on a dim lamp and then shut the overhead light... All without taking his eyes off me.

"You know we HAVE to go to school tomorrow." I said trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"I know." He said kicking his boots off. "Do you need something to sleep in?" He said opening a drawer. I shrug. He was still looking at me funny.

"What is it?" I said getting a little self-conscious now. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I ask.

"Its just." He said sitting next to me. I nodded. Gerard looked down at the floor. "It just you know how many times I've dreamt about having you- here in my bed-at night." He said and blushed a little. I smiled.

"What did we do in your dreams?" I teased him.

"Fucking forget it." He said getting up laughing a little.

"No tell me!" I insist as he takes a step back. "Come on please." I beg.

"I'd rather just show you." He says grabbing me and tossing me back onto the bed....

My clothes ended up in a pile on the floor next to the bed... He never did get me anything to sleep in. But that hardly mattered now that sun was already up. You could barely tell to. He only had this one little window and it had a dark curtain over it...

I opened my eyes and Gerard was already awake... He must've been watching me sleep cause when I opened my eyes he was smiling at me. "Good morning." He said kissing my nose. I was just about to say something when we heard footsteps started to come down the stairs. Gerard pulled the blankets up over me.

"Get the fuck up were gonna be late!" I hear Mikey yell.

"Alright." Gerard says not moving.

"I'm not kidding." I hear Mikey say and it felt like he kicked the bed.

"Fuck Mikey." Gerard yells. I guess Mikey must've grabbed the blankets to pull them off of Gerard because I can feel them slipping away... And I've got no clothes on... I mean nothing...

"Aaaah." I kinda scream grabbing at them, sitting up a little. Well I must've scared the crap out of Mikey cause he screamed louder than I did... And higher pitched too... He was holding a bowl of cereal and milk and he dropped it on the floor. All over my clothes.

"What the fuck!" Mikeys yelling.

"Shut up." Gerard is telling him.

Oh god I can see it now... Their mom is gonna come down and.. and...

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Mikey yells.

"Shut the fuck up." Gerard says looking towards the stairs nervously. "Moms gonna hear you."

"Gee moms not home, she left already." Mikey said shaking his head a little.

"Wrong answer." Gerard says as a smile forms on his lips. Mikeys face drops as Gerard jumps up swinging at him. I sighed... Boys, boys, boys. Solving everything with violence... I stood up wrapping the sheet around me and picked up my shirt. It was drenched in milk and covered in what looked like maybe cheerios?

"Guys cut it out." I said looking over. Gerard had Mikey pinned to the floor. "What am I suppose to wear?" I call out holding up my shirt.

"I'll get you something." Gerard says getting up off of Mikey.

"Give her the Anthrax shirt." Mikey laughs.

"Why?" I say to Mikey as he continues to laugh.

"Cause it's got a big red letter A on it, it's not scarlet... but its red!"

Fucking Lia and her big mouth...