Tales of a Chemical Romance

I sighed as the clock on my table hit the 11 o'clock mark. It's 11 pm on my Junior Prom night and I'm at home, in my basement, alone.

Alone.

So what I'm trying to say is, it's Friday night. Anyways, I'm sitting in bed, about to go to sleep, when there's a knock on my window. I walk over to the window quietly, unsure of what may be the cause of the knock, when I heard it again. This time, a voice followed.

"Gee? C'mon, open up. It's freezing out here."

I sighed in relief and opened the window, helping my best friend into my room.

"I thought you were at the Prom..."
"I thought you were too! I didn't see you there so I ditched. Figured you'd be in your lair."
"Very funny.."

She was still dressed in her white gown and I felt like shit for not asking her out months ago. We usually had fun together on our little "dates", which were never really more than hanging out at the record store or hitting up the local arcades or 7/11. Her hair was in small curls, pinned to her head, kind of like a bob from the 30's. It makes sense; our theme this year was the Great Gatsby. She noticed me staring at her and laughed.

"What?!"
"Nothing.. It's just.. You look really pretty tonight."
"Are you saying I look like shit every other night?"
"Well no. I just.."
"Oh calm down, Way. I'm only giving you shit," she laughed again, kicking her heels off.

She walked over to my bed, plopping down on it. Her dress poofed up a bit and I got a better look at her frame through the filmy light of my desk lamp. Her natural tan looked even darker, more fitting, and I could piece out specs of glitter on her chest, arms, shoulders, and in her hair. She looked so beautiful. Jesus, Gerard. You could have gone out with her tonight. Fucking idiot!

"So you just, what? Decided to crash my After Prom party?" I asked, spreading my arms out, gesturing towards my messy room.
"Yupp!" she giggled, popping the P.
"Well, you're most welcome here anytime, m'lady."
"I'd hope so. I practically live here, you know."

I plopped down next to her, yawning. "Movie?"
"Movie."

Halfway through the movie, I noticed she kept her arms crossed across her chest. Not that I was looking or anything, but every time I shifted my weight in any way, shape, or form, she crossed her arms tighter across her body. I kept my gaze on the t.v. and sighed.

"I'm not looking, you know."
"I know, but still..."
"Still what?"
"You've never seen me in anything other than my jeans and a band shirt. I've never been so.. under dressed in front of you..."
"Under dressed? I think you're over dressed, actually."
She looked at me quizzically and I just chuckled.
"We're in a dark, musty basement, Claire. And you're wearing a fucking David's Bridal prom dress that's probably insured for more than you rented it. Honestly, I think you just bought it to make me horny." I joked, earning a punch on the arm and a tackle from Claire.

"You piece shit, Gerard Arthur Way!" she laughed, hitting my arms some more.
"So you admit it?"
"Admit what?"
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at her. "You're trying to get into my pants."
"Oh God! Grow up, would ya?" she laughed, tossing her head back.
"In case you haven't noticed, Claire, you're currently straddling me. Your crotch is perfectly aligned with mine. A simple flick of my wrists and you could be riding my--"
She rolled her eyes and covered my mouth with her palm. "Please, for the love of Morrissey, shut the hell up."

I chuckled and continued looking up at her. "You're really pretty tonight, Claire. I mean it."
"Awww," she smiled. "Thanks, dork."

I took her wrists in my hands and sighed, kissing her fingertips. "I should have asked you out tonight. I mean, we could have had fun, you know? Like we always do."
"It would have been nicer going with you rather than Ike."
"I'm sorry if he ruined your evening."
"It was doomed from the start, dear child. He has the mentality of a 9 year old."
I laughed a little too hard at that one.
"Can't kiss for shit either."
I stopped laughing at that one. "You kissed him?"
"He kissed me, actually. His aim was a little off," she mumbled. Was she serious?
"Are you serious?"

She leaned forward, her nose inches from mine. "Would you rather I kiss him, Gerard?"
I swallowed hard, thinking my response out carefully. "Well, no..."
"No?"
"I'd rather you kiss me than him. I'd rather you kiss me than anyone." FUCK.

She sat up straight, staring down at me. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

"Really?"
I looked up at her and sat up, holding onto her waist so she wouldn't fall off the bed. "Kinda."
"Why don't you kiss me?"

I looked down at her face and nodded, cupping her face in my hands, still dirty from the paint from earlier that day. My thumb traced her bottom lip, barren of any color. A beautiful nude pink, the way I craved them. I sucked in a breath before colliding my lips with hers, taking my time. Her fingers found their way into my raven locks, running back and forth. Mine did the same with her curls, carefully so as not to break the curls. She sighed softly, biting my bottom lip. I groaned quietly, locking her legs around my torso. Before I knew it, though, someone wanted to say hello.

"God damn it," I mumbled, pulling back embarrassed. Claire looked up at me confused, then it hit her.
"I'll take it as a compliment, Gee. I imagine this is a wet dream of yours coming true."
I glared at her for a moment before her hands reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
"What are you doing?" I stared at her with wide eyes.
"Gerard, I've slept in your bed numerous times. I've heard you talk in your sleep numerous times. I've had your morning wood pressed into my ass numerous times. I've just been to nice of a friend to mention that last part." she laughed, standing up to slide her dress off.
"I don't understand.. I thought you weren't.."
"Weren't interested in a piece of shit like you? Gerard, you're my best friend. I've shared everything with you. Why not this, too?"

Notes

This chapter sucks. I'm so sorry, friends.