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Chapter Three.

by MyPatheticRomance 13 reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Humor,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Warnings: [?] - Published: 2011-05-19 - Updated: 2011-05-19 - 1075 words

I stared at my empty plate and waited for Gerard to say something, anything. I didn't know what to say after the whole almost-kiss thing. Gerard jumped to his feet suddenly and snapped his fingers. "I gotta call Mikey!" He half-yelled, and my heart sank a little. Mikey was probably his boyfriend or something. I didn't know why, but I felt a little jealous. I just nodded my head weakly.

Gerard sent me a full-on smile and dialled in a number, pressing the call button and putting the phone on loud speaker. The phone rang three times before an exasperated voice answered. "Gerard, what? Seriously, the power-puff girls rerun is on and I'm, like, watching it, so make it snappy," the voice ordered.

Gerard sighed into the phone. "Listen, Mikey, I need you to do me a favour," Gerard started.

"Mmkay, yeah, look Gee, I'm going to call you in about an hour. Things just got really good! Mojo-Jojo just figured out he made the girls!" Mikey squealed before hanging up. Gerard and I stared at the phone for about a minute, taking in the conversation, before I began to giggle hysterically. Gerard just folded his arms and pouted.

"Fraaank, it isn't funny. He always does this. It's like he doesn't even care about me. I could be holed up with an axe-murderer or something, but does he care? No! I'm his goddamned brother, and I've bailed him out of shit more times than I can count," Gerard ranted, looking more and more like a kid who was told he couldn't get an ice-cream. I almost sighed in relief when he said that Mikey was his brother.

I managed to stop giggling, but I was still smiling widely. I liked Mikey already. "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way. I mean, the power-puff girls is a really good show," I said.

Gerard stuck his tongue out at me and fell down on to the bed backwards. "A warning, for future reference, about Mikey? He usually acts like a pre-teen girl slash chipmunk on crack," Gerard said solemnly, though humour was sparkling in his eyes, and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Sounds like my type of guy," I grinned and Gerard's face fell a bit. "Oh, fuck! Not like that, man!" I quickly corrected myself, slapping myself mentally. Perfect. Now Gerard thought I was into his brother. Yay me.

Gerard raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed a bit, avoiding eye contact. "Well, I'm gonna go shower now," I announced, not that anyone was interested in where I was going. Gerard nodded at me, and I grabbed my backpack and headed to the bathroom. I showered for about thirty minutes. I threw on a pair of iron-man pyjama pants and walked back into the room to find Gerard sprawled out on the bed in his boxers. We seemed to stare at each other for a while before I put my bag down and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

Gerard must have realised he was being a total bed-whore because he quickly made some space for me. Not that I needed much, I was five foot four and a scrawny motherfucker. Gerard was staring at my neck and I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, when I realised he was actually looking at my tattoo. I smiled at him and rubbed it. "You like it? I wanna get more but they're really expensive and stuff," I explained.

Gerard grinned at me before touching it with his index finger. "Yeah, it's awesome. Did it hurt? I'm fuckin' scared of needles, so I could never get one," Gerard shuddered.

"Awww, is wittle Gee-bear afraid of a tiny wittle needle?" I cooed, scooting closer to him and tapping his nose.

"Yes. I am scared of needles, because they're fucking scary and evil, and like, torture devices," Gerard mumbled, poking his bottom lip out.

I giggled and grabbed onto it, tugging on it a bit. "Don't make faces, Gee, or your face'll stay like that," I warned him in a motherly tone, tutting.

He poked his tongue out at me and ended up licking my fingers, causing me to giggle even more, and let go of his lip. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" He asked as he shook his head. "Because, I need my lips to do something else," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"What? You mean something like this?" I asked softly before leaning in and planting my lips on his. He didn't respond for a couple of seconds, and I started to get worried, before I felt his lips move under mine. We kissed for a long time. We didn't make out, we just kissed softly, and slowly, and there was no tongue involved. Once we broke apart, I hid my face in the pillow like the teenager I was. I peeked out at Gerard when I felt him poke at my sides. He was grinning at me and I felt myself smile back at him. "Um, I don't know why I did that, I don't usually act like that, I just... It felt right, and I know I don't know you very well, and we're probably never going to see each other again when we get to Belleville and I just... I'm sorry," I rambled avoiding eye contact with him completely.

"Frank, there's no need to apologise, seriously," Gerard told me firmly, tilting my face so I was forced to look at him. "I don't usually move that fast either but I like you, even though I don't know you well either. And, just to letcha know, I plan on seeing you again, whether you like it or not."

I couldn't help but sigh in relief. "Really?" I asked in a small voice, which was unusual for me.

"Real-" He started, but he was interrupted by his phone vibrating on the nightstand.

"Mikey?" He answered. The phone was still on loud-speaker, so I could hear Mikey too. I smirked when Mikey spoke.

"Gerard Arthur fucking Way, why don't you answer your phone when I call you? I called you three times! Three times! I thought you were, like, chopped into little bits by some psycho hitch-hiker or something, you fucktard!"

A/N: SO. 171 views and 1 review? C'mon guys. Don't make me beg :P Thoughts on the story so far? I have up to chapter 9 prewritten. :3
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