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About a month had passed. Me and Andrew never spoke of that night again. I think he regrets it. I haven't spoken to Gerard either, he keeps trying to come over or ring me. But I can't face him. Not if he knows what's going on.

Finally, I had finished unpacking all the boxes. Our apartment actually felt homey. But he's never here to share the feeling with me.

I sat on the couch in front of the television, flicking through the channels. "Crap, crap, crap." I murmured while pressing the up button. Nothing but news about wars and killings. It was all depressing. I stopped when I found Tom & Jerry, this was an old favorite of mine when I was a kid.

The door opened, I didn't bother looking at who it was seeing as there was only me and Andrew that lived here. I stood up and made my way to the bedroom, he'd want the living room to himself. After a day of shoplifting, I'm sure he's tired.

"Where're you going?" "Just getting out of your way." I shut the door and laid under the blankets of our bed. It was nice not having to lay so close to the floor. My eyes were almost shut when Andrew came in. "What now?" "I want you to go to the shops for me, I need a new lighter." I sighed. "Why don't you go steal one?" It was silent, and I knew I was going to regret that later. The door shut and the room felt silent again.

*

My mobile buzzed in my pocket making my eyes shoot open. I don't even remember falling alseep. Without bothering to check the caller I.D. I pressed the green button and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" "Luka." Gerard's voice rang through my ears and I stopped breathing. "Luka, why have you been ignoring me?" "I-I-" Was all I could say. He sighed on the other end. Maybe ignoring him so much was a bad idea.

We stayed silent for about a minute, I didn't dare start up a conversation. What was I suppose to say? My boyfriend hates you and is capable of murder leave me alone? Yeah, whatever.

"So how have you been?" I felt saved when he finished the sentence. "Fine, and you?" He made a weird noise, as if he was shrugging. "I'm okay." I was silent again, this must be ringing up a HUGE phone bill for him. "Um-listen, your phone bill is going to be big if we carry on like this. I'll just come down." No! I can't! Damn my other half!

"That sounds great." We said our byes and I sat up in bed. My head throbbed from sitting up too fast so I fell back down. I was so tired. I turned my body and hung my legs off the edge of the bed and slid my slippers on. I gently and slowly pushed myself up. As soon as I stood I made my way out of the room. Andrew was asleep on the sofa, he's been rather calm recently, but what's going to stop him from freaking out again if he finds out?

*

I was stood in front of door number 1. It felt like that game, you know, when you have three doors and you have to choose one. Well, I chose to go through door number one. I knocked three times and waited patiently. The door slowly creaked open and Gerard popped his head round. A smile appeared in his face making me smile. It was amazing that he could do that.

Gerard took me in and already had cup of coffee waiting for me on his coffee table. I kind of dived for it and took a few mouthfuls. Gerard lifted an eyebrow at me and I blushed a bright shade of scarlet. "I just needed some coffee." I said looking away from him.

We got onto talking about what we had been up to in the past month. I told him about my baby scare, yep, I thought I was pregnant. He was asking me all sorts of questions like "Why was I scared?" "Do I want kids in the future?" Blah blah blah. How was I suppose to answer questions like that?

I tried changing the subject a billion times, but he just carried on. Until I asked him, "Do you want kids in the future?" He looked kind of surprised after I asked. His eyes darted to different places of the room. Then he sighed. "Yeah, I'm a family guy." He said shyly. I smiled at his bashfulness and put my hand on his knee. "That's real sweet. Girls like that in a guy."

We stared at each other until I took my hand away from his lap. We looked away from each other until he sparked up another question. "So does Andrew not want kids?" I looked at him, how would I know, he doesn't talk to me about stuff like that. "Not sure." I shrugged hoping he'd move on. But Gerard was persistent."Why not?" I looked at him. What should I say now?
"I guess-we just haven't talked about it yet."

The conversation of babies was removed, and replaced with bands. Him and Frank have a band with two friends named Ray and Bob and Gerard's younger brother. I've never met them. Their band doesn't have a name yet and are up to only three songs. "So what bands would you say you sounded like?" I asked. He gave it a long and hard thought, putting the face on to go with it.
"I'd say we don't sound like anyone, just us. Maybe a punk version of The Smiths and Morrissey." I smiled, I loved those bands!