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BABETTE
I awoke later that night to the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. It was Gerard. I stayed as still as possible, still lost under the masses of blankets. He stored something in his dresser and sat down on the bed, narrowing missing my torso. I held my breath and counted the seconds that passed him silence. I could just hear him in my head telling me to pack my bags and get out.
“Babes, are you awake?” Gerard whispered, feeling gently around the covers to find me. Once he did, he stroked my shoulder soothingly. This is not what I expected, not at all.
“Uh-huh.” I said quietly and cautiously. Gerard didn’t say anything for quite some time and neither did I. “Are you still mad at me?’ I asked impishly. Like a small child, I still feared that he wouldn’t love me anymore because of what I had done.
“Babes, you know I can’t stay mad at you. I wasn’t even mad. I was just…frustrated.” He said decidedly. I felt relieved and slightly shocked, but still very guilty about going behind his back like that. I waited a few more seconds before speaking.
“I’m sorry I lied. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really, really sorry.” I apologized instantly. I wanted to make it all up. I wanted to make everything better again and force this terrible black aching feeling out of my stomach.
“I understand why you did it. I probably would’ve done the same thing if I were you. I shouldn’t have kept Clara a secret. I know you’d find out somehow…” he mumbled. I wiggled out of the covers and tackled him in a tight hug. I buried my face in his neck and nearly moaned in pleasure when I caught his scent; cigarette and cheap cologne.
“So you forgive me?” I asked, pulling away a bit so I could look him in the face. What a beautiful, perfect face he had. I wanted to smother it in kisses but waited for him to respond.
“Like I said before, I was never mad at you in the first place.” Gerard said, a smile creeping across his face. I attacked him with kisses, thousands of them. I was overjoyed and relieved.
“I really don’t think that I deserve somebody as amazingly beautiful as you.” I said, nestling myself in his arms. He kissed the top of my head and let his lips linger there for a few moments before he spoke.
“I think it’s the other way around to tell you the truth.” He said honestly. I sighed; we could go on forever “arguing” about this sort of thing. Either way I was lucky and blessed to have such an amazing man on my arm.
I awoke later that night to the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. It was Gerard. I stayed as still as possible, still lost under the masses of blankets. He stored something in his dresser and sat down on the bed, narrowing missing my torso. I held my breath and counted the seconds that passed him silence. I could just hear him in my head telling me to pack my bags and get out.
“Babes, are you awake?” Gerard whispered, feeling gently around the covers to find me. Once he did, he stroked my shoulder soothingly. This is not what I expected, not at all.
“Uh-huh.” I said quietly and cautiously. Gerard didn’t say anything for quite some time and neither did I. “Are you still mad at me?’ I asked impishly. Like a small child, I still feared that he wouldn’t love me anymore because of what I had done.
“Babes, you know I can’t stay mad at you. I wasn’t even mad. I was just…frustrated.” He said decidedly. I felt relieved and slightly shocked, but still very guilty about going behind his back like that. I waited a few more seconds before speaking.
“I’m sorry I lied. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really, really sorry.” I apologized instantly. I wanted to make it all up. I wanted to make everything better again and force this terrible black aching feeling out of my stomach.
“I understand why you did it. I probably would’ve done the same thing if I were you. I shouldn’t have kept Clara a secret. I know you’d find out somehow…” he mumbled. I wiggled out of the covers and tackled him in a tight hug. I buried my face in his neck and nearly moaned in pleasure when I caught his scent; cigarette and cheap cologne.
“So you forgive me?” I asked, pulling away a bit so I could look him in the face. What a beautiful, perfect face he had. I wanted to smother it in kisses but waited for him to respond.
“Like I said before, I was never mad at you in the first place.” Gerard said, a smile creeping across his face. I attacked him with kisses, thousands of them. I was overjoyed and relieved.
“I really don’t think that I deserve somebody as amazingly beautiful as you.” I said, nestling myself in his arms. He kissed the top of my head and let his lips linger there for a few moments before he spoke.
“I think it’s the other way around to tell you the truth.” He said honestly. I sighed; we could go on forever “arguing” about this sort of thing. Either way I was lucky and blessed to have such an amazing man on my arm.
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