Don't Stand So Close To Me

How did this happen?

I was a small town girl, no plans for the future, watching netflix in her spare time. He was my guitar teacher, my next door neighbor.

Now I was in Maryland, on the run, with a bullet scar that would never go away

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“What?” I blinked, my hands that were stroking his hair pausing.

“You turn 18 in a month, marry me then.” He reached up and pressed his lips to mine, cupping the side of my face.

A whirlwind of emotions were going through me as he kissed me.

I saw what he was doing, he was giving me time to think, but making love to me while I did it so it was impossible to say no.

I felt his hand reach under my oversized shirt, pulling my panties down.

His lips were on my neck laying kisses down to my collarbone.

“Frank-“ I began.

“Don’t talk.” He said kissing my cheek once.

“Yes.”

“Hm?”

“Yes. I’ll marry you.”

He reached up and cupped my face again, kissing me harder than he’s ever kissed me before. I pulled away and pushed him on his back, reached down to unbuckle his pants.

“Lana, you don’t have to?” He chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up.” I looked up and blew him a kiss.

I looked back down sliding his pants and underwear down enough to reveal his member.

Last time I did this he had to talk me through it, but this time I was confident.

I wrapped a hand around him, pumping him gently. I licked the tip then my lips took him in, making a sucking motion. This evoked a strong moan from him, he entangled his fingers in my hair, tugging gently. I lowered my mouth, taking as much of him in as I could, my hands doing the rest of the work.

His moans picked up and he now had a hand on my head, guiding me steadily.

I could feel him throbbing inside my mouth, nothing turned me on more than this.

“Shit-“ His breath hitched and I knew he was going to cum. I sped up and within seconds, his fluids filled my mouth. I lapped up every bit of it.

He sighed euphorically, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me up so I was laying on his chest.

He stroked my hair, his eyes closed and a big grin on his face.

“What next?” I whispered, kissing his chest.

“We get married.”

“Where?”

“Vegas.” (A/N: THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, My Post-Apocalyptic Romance)

“We’re going to vegas?” My eyes widened.

“Yeah. Why not?” He grinned.

“We’ve got the whole world in front of us, it’s ours for the taking.” He said.

“Okay. Vegas it is then.” I chuckled.

“Wait,” He pushed me off him and hopped off the bed, running to his bags. He pulled out something shiny from the front pocket and handed it to me. I opened my palm to see a small eloquent diamond ring sitting in it. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

“Wh- Is this for me?” My jaw dropped.

“Yeah. All yours.” He smiled warmly.

“How did you…? Where did you get this? Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” My eyes welled up with tears.

“Don’t worry about any of that. It’s yours, and there’s not a single other girl in this world that I’d want to wear it than you.” He pulled me into a hug, kissing my cheek.

The tears spilled over, and I gripped the shirt on his back, sobbing into his neck.

“I love you.” I cried.

“I love you more.” He hugged me tighter.

“Hey uh- Guys, we’ve got a problem.” I heard calling from outside the door, followed by severe banging.

We pulled away and hopped off the bed, running to the door. Frank swung it open, looking rather annoyed.

“What?”

“I just found a tracking device underneath your car. They’ll be here soon we’ve gotta go.” Gerard said, out of breath.

“Flush it.” Frank ordered, walking back into the room and stuffing everything back in the bags. I took the device off Gerard and ran to the bathroom, chucking it in the toilet. I looked for a split second, it was blinking a bright red underneath the water, illuminating everything. I still felt like crying, everything seemed so surreal. What if this was my life now? Always running. Never stopping to breathe.

As long as it was with Frank, it didn’t matter.

I looked down to the ring on my left hand, kissing it once before flushing the toilet. The beeping red light fading down the drain.

“You ready to go?” Gerard stumbled into the bathroom.

“Yeah.” I mumbled.

He squinted his eyes at me.

“Were you crying?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay…C’mon, we leave now.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.

He felt my ring finger briefly and looked down, his eyes locked on the tiny sparkling rock.

“Are you fucking serious?” He lifted my hand.

“Y-Yeah.” I shuffled uncomfortably. I saw anger flash through his eyes, followed by hurt.

He dropped my hand and mumbled a venomous ‘Congratulations’.

I raised an eyebrow, his attitude stupefying me.

“The fuck is wrong with him..” I shook my head.

I ran outside, plopping my bum onto the back seat, the convertible hood now pulled back.

“Everyone ready?” Frank grinned.

“As ready as ever.” Gerard replied, the venomous tones to his voice fading.

We pulled out of the parking lot speeding down the road once again.

“Weren’t we suppose to pay?” I blurted.

“We not bout’ that life no mo.” Gerard said in a black girl voice.

I bursted out laughing.

“Seriously?”

Notes

Lesson learned: how to make a group of mcr fanfic fans angry, cliffhang a proposal XDD
FORGIVE ME GUYS.
HOPE THIS MADE UP FOR IT.

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