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Chapter Eleven

by Dynamite_Fairy 0 reviews

'Mascara Tears And Vanilla Spice. I’d love a slow dance to this song at prom. Gerard asks now though “Baby, please may I have this dance?” he holds his hand out for me to take.'

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Warnings: [?] - Published: 2013-02-17 - Updated: 2013-02-18 - 1474 words

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Oh God – it’s from him. Has he texted to bail? I hope not, I thought this would be OUR weekend together. I’m a bit nervous about looking at this text, but I’ll need to know what it says sooner or later.
It reads ‘I’m outside, Baby x’ Ah phew.
Wait. WHAT!? OUTSIDE!? NOW!? Ah shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I run downstairs like lightning, then to the door – although I do check my appearance in the mirror again; I’m not being vein, I just need to look presentable at least.
I fling the door open. There he is, stood there, at my house, beautiful as ever [although now clean]. He looks so hot yet so beautiful but cute; I don’t know how he does it!
“Hey.” He says, smooth American voice grabbing the attention of my ears. He’s leaning in, for a kiss?! What!? When my mum could come to the door and see us at any given moment?! I take the kiss but only making it last a short while; it’s too risky to be seen. I can’t run that risk! That would be far too embarrassing!
“Hey yourself” I say after I finished the kiss. I must admit, he didn’t act too keen on the length of the kiss. I’ll have to explain it to him later.
“So are we off?” He asks me.
“Well, if you’re ready; I guess we are.” I reply – What!? If he’s ready!? Didn’t he come out ready!? Oh God; I’m stupid.
“Cool, let’s go then” he holds his hand out for me to take and I do, grabbing it and interlocking my fingers between his; he smiles at me – a warm, loving smile that melts my heart.
We walk, I don’t know where to, though... he leads me away from my house and to the closest car park, he takes some keys out of his pocket with his free hand and... what is he doing?
It clicks. He can drive! He must be 16 and his American license must be valid here! Oh wow, that’s hot - my guy can take me out in his car.
He gets in the driver’s side, letting go of my hand to part ways yet soon enough; we’re sat together, holding hands again.
“Are you okay with me driving?” He asks.
“Of course; it’s hot.” I answer.
“Ah right then let’s go.” I retract my hand and turn the CD player on. The CD currently playing is Militia Of The Lost by Fearless Vampire Killers; I love it. I skip the track to my favourite song on the album – Could We Burn, Darling? - and listen, waiting for Gerard to set off.
“Are you okay?” Gerard asks again, obviously still wondering about how comfortable I am with him driving; although it’s not like we’re going cross country, it’ll be 30 minutes maximum.
“I’ fine.” I say reassuringly. I kiss him on the lips quickly and then the engine starts up fully – ready to go.
He revs up the engine immediately and starts to reverse from his parking space, he then turns around and we’re on the road in seconds.
I wonder where we’re going to, he never said how far away he lived or what the name of the place was or where abouts his house is. Looks like I’m in for a surprise.
“We’re only like 10-15 minutes away from mine, it won’t be a long drive.” He says, he’s good at answering my unspoken questions. Well, being 10 minutes away means he lives in a village or field around here.
“Okay, can’t wait to see your house.” I say. Wait. What?! What kind of retarded thing to say was that!? That’s the second fucking time now. I should’ve said bedroom instead of house if I really had to make that statement. But what the actual fuck?
“Haha,” Gerard laughs a little “Too bad Mikey can’t stop going on about your friend... Bob was it? Blond hair?” Oh, he’ll have a field day when I tell him this.
“Oh, seriously? He’s fallen for Mikey already too.” I tell Gerard.
“You’re kidding. Well, we could get them together. Then, Bob’ll stop complaining to you, Mikey to me; plus they can be out of the house when we’re in.” Gerard says. Great idea. I also like how he’s thinking about us two being alone.
“We’re definitely gonna do that! But wait, where’ll Mikey be when we get to yours?” I ask, I don’t want to get sexy if his family are on the premises.
“It’s fine, don’t worry. The parents are taking Mikey out at 3 for a uniform; we got mine ages ago when Mikey was unpacking his CDs so we’ll have the house to ourselves – they’ll be at least two hours so it’s a perfect set up.” Indeed it is, Gerard! Two hours of Gerard alone with me will be great.
“Good.” I say. The conversation ends and I sit, listening to the music, about 5 minutes left to his if it takes 10 minutes.
Wait. We’ll get there at about 2:15 at latest, so I will most likely end up seeing his parents. What if they don’t like e? Oh god, that’d be awful – to be hated by our lover’s parents.
No, Frank, you’ll be fine, they’ll like you, their son does, why shouldn’t they? It’s not as if they know I supplied their underage sons with alcohol, took one’s virginity and had him sleep outside with me. Or do they? Surely they don’t know. I’ll be fine, I’m sure I’ll be.
But on the other hand, they just might not like my appearance or something stupid like that; but they could still stop Gerard from hanging with me in some way...
No; I’m fine, I really will be.
Gerard turns a corner and then slows to a stop. This is his house then. It’s big, very big; detached; old; made from stone bricks. It’s beautiful, just to match the guy who lives inside.
“You like it then? Especially as you were so keen to see it.” Gerard chuckles to himself “It’s kind of away from everywhere, being in the woods, but it’s kind of cool, better because I can drive though.
“Wow, Gee, I love it. It’s so nice.” I confess.
“Let’s go inside then.” He turns to the car, locks it and then walks over to the huge wooden front door. He opens it with ease and holds it open for me like a true gentleman. I go inside and wait for him to join me.
It’s very rustic looking inside, although there are bits of modern furniture and technology scattered around the massive house from what I can see. Also, from what I can see – is that no-one’s around.
Gerard grabs my hand, leading me to what appears to be the living room – there’s music playing from a computer playlist, probably left on by Gerard before he came to get me. The songs finishes and this new one is Mascara Tears And Vanilla Spice, again by Fearless Vampire Killers. Wow, I love this song. I’d love a slow dance to this song at prom.
Gerard asks now though “Baby, please may I have this dance?” he holds his hand out for me to take.
I do; he then pulls me close to him, as close as I can get; he rests his hand on my waist and I place mine on his shoulder. We gaze deeply into each other’s eyes whilst slowly swaying to the music. The only things real are us two and the beautiful music.
At some point – we stop swaying and start moving around the empty floor properly, eyes still fixed on the other person, never parting.
We lean in absentmindedly, now back to just a gentle sway in time with the piano. Leaning in, for a kiss as we’ve done many times before; in time with the end of the song. Leaning in, more and more, getting closer and closer – this feels like it’ll be a different type of kiss to one we’ve experienced before – our lips are about to meet, I can feel his warm breath on my face; the electricity and romance in this a kiss about to be so powerful; he takes hold of my face with the hand that was previously holding mine, bringing my face closer to his; our lips brush now during this dance when...
“Ahem.”
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