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I turned over the next morning and saw Gerard already awake,

staring at me. I grinned.

"What?" I asked in a playful tone.

He wrinkled up his nose, and smirked. "You're pretty."

"Aw, you're-erm...well, you've got a good personality," I said,

throwing the covers off of me, and getting out of bed. "And I

guess you're handsome. Sometimes. Sort of," I added, mocking

his infamous smirk.

"Oh, I'm a stud, and you know it," he said as I dug through my

closet like thing for an outfit for today. I pulled out a hot pink

and black striped shirt.

"Oooh, baby, I'm hot for you," I said sarcastically, rolling my

eyes. "Now turn around."

"But-"

"I said turn around! I've got to change!" I cried, as Gerard rolled

his eyes, but turned around nonetheless. I quickly took off my

shirt and pajama bottems, when I heard someone wolf whistel.

"Dammit, Gerard!" I put on my clothes, then turned around to see

him smirking at me.

"I don't know why you don't like letting people see you're body,

Rox. You're beautiful," he said, staring at my eyes. I crawled

back into bed with him, and he kissed my forehead.

I smiled, then kissed him, setting my hands on the side of his

face.

I smiled as he slid his arms around my waist, and I remembered

last night...

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After Gerard found me in the park, we went back to the

reception, soaking wet and smiling like idiots, fingers laced and

cold. We didn't care, though, not one bit.

We had eachother.

People in shops and people on the streets with their umbrellas

stopped and stared at us, because we were slightly famous, kind

of, and holding hands and...all lovey dovey. Gerard's hair was

soaked and clinging to his skull, but I still thought he was the

most beautiful man in the world. He stared at me intensely as we

stood on the church's steps, about to go in, when he kissed me

again.

He was the only thing I cared about at all. Everything that had

been troubling me seemed to melt away as he deepened the kiss

and held me tighter.

I didn't remember that I was the Maid of Honor at a shot-gun

wedding, or what slutface said to me in the streets only hours

before, I wasn't homesick in the least, and I wasn't stressed at all.

My mother wasn't nagging me in my thoughts, and I loved it.

Gerard broke the kiss, which seemed to go on for hours, and

rubbed my cheek. "Ready to go in?"

"Sure," I replied, taking a deep breath and grabbing his hand.

"Ladies first," I added with a smirk, pushing him inside.

He laughed, then twirled around, grabbed me by the waist and

said, "Would a lady do this-" he kissed me roughly "-to you?"

I stroked my chin in mock thought. "Well...probably. C'mon, Gee,

with a body like this, any one would..." I kissed him again, and

added, "But don't worry, I've got my eyes on this one guy..."

"Oh? What's he like?"

"Well, he's this big biker man, with loads of tattoos and a mullet,

and his favorite band is Lynard Skynard. They call him Rex," I

said, smirking.

"Don't tease me like that," Gerard said, kissing my neck softly.

"Well, I've got my heart set on this one girl, too."

"Oh, do tell."

He smiled. "Well, she's an amazing singer, she's got incredible

eyes and a sexy body, but she's innocent, and sweet when she

wants to be, but most of the time she's sassy and witty. She hung

the moon and the stars. She's strong, but she's delicate.

She's sexy, but innocent. She's in total control, yet wild. She's

every cliche compliment I can't think of right now, and then

some," he said. "Yeah. That sounds about right."

"And she's thinking the man in front of her is perfect," I

whispered, staring at Gerard as though he had just saved my life.

I kissed him, running my fingers through his long, black hair.

I pulled away from the kiss and stared at him. "You're--"

"GERARD! ROXIE! JOIN THE PARTY!" Jenny screamed, opening the

door to the reception party, which Gerard and I were right

beside. She grabbed our hands and pulled us inside, where we

saw Frankie on a table, waving his jacket over his head,

obviously drunk. When he started to unbutton his shirt, however,

Mary pulled him off the table, laughing.

"Have some cake!" Mikey said cheerfully, zipping past us on a

roller chair, with a huge piece of cake in his bare hand.

Ray was in the corner talking to Katie about something mature

and boring, probably, and now Mary and Frank were being

all..."whoo.i love you so much," and "we're married! i'm mary

iero!"

Jenny was dancing with Bob on the dance floor, and Gerard and I

were still standing in the corner, dripping. "Let's dance!" I yelled

over the music, and he grabbed my hand and led me to teh

dance floor, and we danced for hours, 'til three a.m.

Everything was perfect.

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"Roxanne want food!" I cried jumping on Ray and stealing his

bowl of Lucky Charms. "Aw, you ate all the marshmellows! All

that's left is the cardboard tasty gray things..."

"Make your own cereal, then!" he snapped, snatching the bowl

back and shoving some food in his mouth. I stuck my tongue out

at him.

"How long are Mary and Frank gonna be on their honey moon?"

Gerard asked, sitting in between Jenny and Katie on the couch.

"A week. They're only missing three shows, though. Bob's filling

in for Mary, and Roxie, you're filling in for Frank," Ray said

matter-of-factly.

"But-Katie's the guitar player!" I cried.

"But you hang out with Frank a lot, and you both screw around

on guitar all the time, so you know most of our songs already.

It's fine. You'll do fine," Bob said. "But we're gonna have to

practice a lot. Mary's a damn good drummer, and her parts

seem complicated."

I sighed. "They're not, really, I'll show you."

I was going to have to play guitar in another band. Yippee.

"Hey, Roxie," Gerard said sheepishly. "Maybe we could do a duet

or whatever? If you wanted..."

I smiled slowly. Yesssss.