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Kyler's P.O.V.
I grunted, feeling colder then usual as I lay in this foreign bed. My arm moved around in the empty space next to me, feeling for another body that was present a minute ago. I opened my eyes, looking at the empty space where Gerard was last night as he held me. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms over my head. I automatically started patting my hair down, trying to make it at least a little presentable. I jumped a little as I heard something fall from downstairs and Gerard's curses. I lightly laughed then the smile quickly washed away as I realized why I was in his bed in the first place. Mom. I sighed and covered my eyes with my hands, rubbing frantically not to let myself cry or get upset by her behavior. I need to see her. I nodded to myself, getting up out of bed and instantly feeling all grimy and horrible; I needed a shower and clean clothes. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, finding Gerard laying out plates and cutlery. He was dressed in track pants and a plain black t-shirt, his hair slightly messed up from sleeping the night before. I guessed he hadn't showered either yet. His make-up completely removed. Naturally beautiful.
"Morning." I smiled softly and sat down at the table, in front of the plate. Gerard turned around from the counter and grinned.
"Morning beautiful. How are you feeling?" He asked sweetly, turning back to what ever he was cooking. It smelt like pancakes and I grinned, rubbing my stomach as I felt it lightly grumble with hunger.
"I'm ok, just a bit...well you know." Gerard nodded and spun round, placing a plate full of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"Well eat up, you must be starving." I nodded and helped myself to the food presented to me.
After we had breakfast, I helped Gerard with the dishes and I wouldn't take no for an answer. I already felt a like a burden staying in his home, the least I could do was clean up. I put the towel down on the counter next to the sink.
"Finished." I smiled and Gee chuckled.
"Don't you make a good house wife." I laughed and followed him into the living room, seating myself next to him on the sofa and stared at the TV, not paying attention but thinking about what I was going to do about Mom. Gee had obviously picked up on this, I felt his hand grip my own and he gave me a sad smile which I returned.
"So what are you going to do about Eliza?" He whispered, resting his head on my shoulder and I sighed, shaking my head.
"I really don't know, I guess I should talk to her and try to sort things out. I think I should see her today."
"That's a good idea, are you sure? Want me to come with you when you go?" Gee asked, lightly nuzzling into my arm and I took the hint, putting my arm up and resting it on his shoulders.
"No, it's fine. I'm a big boy - well kind of and can do this on my own." I looked down at Gerard and smiled, he returned the smile and sighed. Resting his hand on my chest and lightly grazing his fingers across the fabric that covered my chest.
"If you're sure. Want to take a shower first? You could borrow some of my clothes for now."
"Yeah please, that would be great." I replied. Gee smiled and leant up, placing his lips on my own and we stayed like that for a few minutes. Sharing the small kisses that mean so much.
After my refreshing shower and change of clothes, that were a little too big for me I talked with Gee a bit more. He kept offering to come with me, it took me at least twenty minutes to get it into his head that I would be ok on my own. Then he started offering me a lift, but I preferred to walk. To think about what I was going to say to my mom when I saw her and think of her worth reactions. I was scared, yeah. This could either go good, bad or very bad. I was going with the bad. I pulled Gerard's jacket close to my body, trying to keep as much heat in my body as possible. It was freezing outside. Why didn't I just get a ride? I shook my head, wishing I had taken up Gee's offer instead of walking in the cold and knowing my luck, it would start raining soon. Before I knew it, I was standing outside my house, nervous as hell and shaking all over; contemplating whether to go on or not. I rubbed my hands together and spun round on my heels walking down the path that joined to the sidewalk. Just come back tomorrow.
"Kyler?" I stopped in my tracks, snapping my eyes shut and taking a deep breath. I don't want to do this, not now.
"Please turn around?" I could here my mom beg from behind me, her voice sounding scratchy and raw. I turned round and lowered my head, walking towards the door. My whole body shook, my heart beat was abnormally fast and I was struggling to breath. Don't panic. I flinched as I felt warm arms over my shoulders as my Mom threw herself at me, sobbing into my shoulder and I relaxed. My arms wrapping round her waist and holding on her for dear life. It wasn't what I was expecting but I wasn't exactly unhappy about this.
"I'm so sorry." Her voice muffled as her head was buried in my shoulder. I light rubbed circles on her back, trying to sooth her.
"It's ok." I replied, feeling the first tear to stroll down my cheek.
Gerard's P.O.V.
I hope Kyler is ok, I wonder what's happening? Kyler had been gone for about two hours and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Well more like worrying. I was scared that he wouldn't come back to me, that something might have happened to him on the way to Eliza's or if she had said something to him that might make him upset again. I jumped off the stool as I heard a knock at the door and raced over, pulling the door open and sighed when it wasn't Kyler.
"Gerard?"
"What's up Ray?" I asked, walking into the living room and plopping myself down on the couch. I heard the door shut and saw Ray walk into the room, sitting down next to me giving me worried glances.
"What's with the looks Ray? Have I got another head growing or something?" I hissed. I really didn't mean to take it out on him, I was just worried about Kyler and when ever I saw Ray; I thought of what he'd said a few weeks ago, what he'd done and caused between me and Kyler with out even knowing.
"Fuck you Gee, if you're going to act like this then I'll leave." Ray spat, getting up from the sofa and I gave him a long glare.
"Why the hell are you even here?"
"I just thought you'd like to know, seeing as my Mom thought of you as son; she passed away last night." Ray whispered. "That's why I'm fucking here."
I grunted, feeling colder then usual as I lay in this foreign bed. My arm moved around in the empty space next to me, feeling for another body that was present a minute ago. I opened my eyes, looking at the empty space where Gerard was last night as he held me. I sighed and sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching my arms over my head. I automatically started patting my hair down, trying to make it at least a little presentable. I jumped a little as I heard something fall from downstairs and Gerard's curses. I lightly laughed then the smile quickly washed away as I realized why I was in his bed in the first place. Mom. I sighed and covered my eyes with my hands, rubbing frantically not to let myself cry or get upset by her behavior. I need to see her. I nodded to myself, getting up out of bed and instantly feeling all grimy and horrible; I needed a shower and clean clothes. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, finding Gerard laying out plates and cutlery. He was dressed in track pants and a plain black t-shirt, his hair slightly messed up from sleeping the night before. I guessed he hadn't showered either yet. His make-up completely removed. Naturally beautiful.
"Morning." I smiled softly and sat down at the table, in front of the plate. Gerard turned around from the counter and grinned.
"Morning beautiful. How are you feeling?" He asked sweetly, turning back to what ever he was cooking. It smelt like pancakes and I grinned, rubbing my stomach as I felt it lightly grumble with hunger.
"I'm ok, just a bit...well you know." Gerard nodded and spun round, placing a plate full of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"Well eat up, you must be starving." I nodded and helped myself to the food presented to me.
After we had breakfast, I helped Gerard with the dishes and I wouldn't take no for an answer. I already felt a like a burden staying in his home, the least I could do was clean up. I put the towel down on the counter next to the sink.
"Finished." I smiled and Gee chuckled.
"Don't you make a good house wife." I laughed and followed him into the living room, seating myself next to him on the sofa and stared at the TV, not paying attention but thinking about what I was going to do about Mom. Gee had obviously picked up on this, I felt his hand grip my own and he gave me a sad smile which I returned.
"So what are you going to do about Eliza?" He whispered, resting his head on my shoulder and I sighed, shaking my head.
"I really don't know, I guess I should talk to her and try to sort things out. I think I should see her today."
"That's a good idea, are you sure? Want me to come with you when you go?" Gee asked, lightly nuzzling into my arm and I took the hint, putting my arm up and resting it on his shoulders.
"No, it's fine. I'm a big boy - well kind of and can do this on my own." I looked down at Gerard and smiled, he returned the smile and sighed. Resting his hand on my chest and lightly grazing his fingers across the fabric that covered my chest.
"If you're sure. Want to take a shower first? You could borrow some of my clothes for now."
"Yeah please, that would be great." I replied. Gee smiled and leant up, placing his lips on my own and we stayed like that for a few minutes. Sharing the small kisses that mean so much.
After my refreshing shower and change of clothes, that were a little too big for me I talked with Gee a bit more. He kept offering to come with me, it took me at least twenty minutes to get it into his head that I would be ok on my own. Then he started offering me a lift, but I preferred to walk. To think about what I was going to say to my mom when I saw her and think of her worth reactions. I was scared, yeah. This could either go good, bad or very bad. I was going with the bad. I pulled Gerard's jacket close to my body, trying to keep as much heat in my body as possible. It was freezing outside. Why didn't I just get a ride? I shook my head, wishing I had taken up Gee's offer instead of walking in the cold and knowing my luck, it would start raining soon. Before I knew it, I was standing outside my house, nervous as hell and shaking all over; contemplating whether to go on or not. I rubbed my hands together and spun round on my heels walking down the path that joined to the sidewalk. Just come back tomorrow.
"Kyler?" I stopped in my tracks, snapping my eyes shut and taking a deep breath. I don't want to do this, not now.
"Please turn around?" I could here my mom beg from behind me, her voice sounding scratchy and raw. I turned round and lowered my head, walking towards the door. My whole body shook, my heart beat was abnormally fast and I was struggling to breath. Don't panic. I flinched as I felt warm arms over my shoulders as my Mom threw herself at me, sobbing into my shoulder and I relaxed. My arms wrapping round her waist and holding on her for dear life. It wasn't what I was expecting but I wasn't exactly unhappy about this.
"I'm so sorry." Her voice muffled as her head was buried in my shoulder. I light rubbed circles on her back, trying to sooth her.
"It's ok." I replied, feeling the first tear to stroll down my cheek.
Gerard's P.O.V.
I hope Kyler is ok, I wonder what's happening? Kyler had been gone for about two hours and I couldn't stop thinking about him. Well more like worrying. I was scared that he wouldn't come back to me, that something might have happened to him on the way to Eliza's or if she had said something to him that might make him upset again. I jumped off the stool as I heard a knock at the door and raced over, pulling the door open and sighed when it wasn't Kyler.
"Gerard?"
"What's up Ray?" I asked, walking into the living room and plopping myself down on the couch. I heard the door shut and saw Ray walk into the room, sitting down next to me giving me worried glances.
"What's with the looks Ray? Have I got another head growing or something?" I hissed. I really didn't mean to take it out on him, I was just worried about Kyler and when ever I saw Ray; I thought of what he'd said a few weeks ago, what he'd done and caused between me and Kyler with out even knowing.
"Fuck you Gee, if you're going to act like this then I'll leave." Ray spat, getting up from the sofa and I gave him a long glare.
"Why the hell are you even here?"
"I just thought you'd like to know, seeing as my Mom thought of you as son; she passed away last night." Ray whispered. "That's why I'm fucking here."
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