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WARNING!! The following chapter's contents may reffer to certain sexual behaviors. Might not be suitable for immature teens and children. If you're mature enough(or think you are), please ignore this and keep reading. AND REVIEW!!

o°~Mina-chan~°o

Well, confessing something in the middle of a forest near school is something I won't forget NEVER TO DO AGAIN! I mean, not only had I said something I wasn't even sure of(but it wound of truer than I thought it would), but I had been humiliated at the same time. Oh, BRAVO Fye. That was your best one ever! You hadn't even been this down since the last school! There, at least, I'd gone down with a fight.

"Just calm down... Let it all out, sugar." Frank whispered to my ear, rubbing my back in some weird comforting way.

And then Mikey chimed in, saying that it was probably going to pass. He didn't personally like Olivia either. I mean, she WAS in the cheerleader squad..! And if someone knew bitchy(and bitch), it was HER.

Bob said she was just using him to try and get to some cousin of his that doesn't even go to school anymore. And THAT surprised me. Not the fact that She-Dog was trying to use Gee, but the fact that Bob had spoken more than three sentences one straight after the other!

Ray just nodded and made me giggle with his fro. He always managed to do something funny with that lump of hair of his! Once, he even stuck in a piece of bread, a comb and a bottle of sun screen! Man, I still don't know how that all held in place...

"Wuh-oooooh..." Frank muttered, nodding ahead. "Emo-pants at noon."
"UGH! Last thing I need is to face him again..!" I cried, slumping forwards on the steps outside my house. Which was conveniently place right in front of the street said 'Emo-pants' was descending.

"...Crap, uh, I just got a text message from my Mom. I have to go home. NOW." Ray growled, and all four other guys followed suit, running away from my front lawn as though they were running away from death itself. Wow. Never knew I was that much of a threat to them...
And somehow, that didn't even put a smile on my face like it usually would.

Shrugging, I pushed myself up and fast and I could, unlocking the door(since I'd gotten home about half an hour ago, and was kept from going inside by the guys, AND no one was home. So yeah, door was locked) and cursing the stupid key for not always turning the first time. Though I opened the door, I found a nice little black foot stopping it from closing all the way.
AND I heard loud breathing on the other side. Well, now I was stuck talking to him one way or an other...

"Gerard, Just forget I sa-"
"Don't say anything, PLEASE." He whispered, clinging to the door for dear life.

...Now that I thought about it, his place was FUCKIGN FAR from here. My place. VERY VERY VERY far. And from the looks of it, he'd just ran the marathon to come see me. And then, I though, 'What about dear little Oli, eh?' But that thought was quickly blown away.

I mean, you can't really think about much when you have a breathless, worn out, black haired, sexy singer at your doorstep. So I sighed and opened the door, letting Gee come in. I opened the second door. Or at least, I WANTED to open the door, but a certain pale hand that belong to a flustered man stopped me from doing so.

I turned around to reply something snappy to that lightly rude gesture, but when I turned around, Gerard took advantage of the situation to pin me up against the door, pressing his body flush against mine.

"She means NOTHING to me." He whispered to my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I'd barely paid any attention to the words he actually whispered, but when they sunk in, I gasped. But barely, just enough for the air around my head to hear it. So, Gerard heard it too.

I'd never been IN this kind of situation before. Sure, fighting someone in close-range combat is ONE THING, but having someone you're attracted to, holding you up against a DOOR, saying the bitch you were jealous of means NOTHING TO HIM...
Damn, that was just a fucking turn-on.

"Then why were you always with her..?" I breathed, finding that talking wasn't all that easy anymore. Actually, BREATHING was hard in the spot were I was.

"To try and take my mind off you..." Gee whispered to my ear again, making me shut my eyes so tight, I saw white. "...because constantly seeing you with Frank and my brother pissed me off."

I chuckled here, but barely. I mean, I DID have trouble breathing. I swear, right then, my heart was pounding so heard, it sounded like Bob was right behind me with his drums.

"I'm blonde and stupid. Care to make things clearer..?" I said smugly, lightly pushing myself off of the door.

"FYE! Quite messing around in the fucking doorway, DAMN!" My brother called, making me growl in pure, UTTER frustration.

"GO FUCK A COE SON OF A BITCH!!!" I yelled, making Gerard laugh. "Oh shut the hell up."

"Come on, my parents aren't home. And I'm pretty sure Mikey's smart enough not to stay..." He whispered to my ear again, barely leaving me time to register what he'd said before puling me outside again.

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I had NO CLUE what I was doing. It just felt right. Normal, like on instinct. His breath on my neck, his hands on my hips... Oh, and all of that in that goth-like room of his. DAMN I loved it. Made me feel like I was home.

"And you say you're a loser with women..." I sighed, before being shoved none too gently on Gerard's bed. And lemme tell you, it is COMFY.

"...Bitches." He corrected, before continuing his trail of kisses down my neck.

I'd dreamt about the feeling once or twice, vaguely felt it when I daydreamed, but now, just having HIM doing this to me... Fuck, did he even know WHAT he was doing to me?!
Well, at least, I knew what I was doing to him.

"You sure you're okay with this...?"
"Fuck Gee, we didn't run the marathon today for fucking nothing."