Memories

It had been three months since Gerard agreed to be my boyfriend when the car broke down after I got us lost somewhere outside of New Jersey. My mom wound up coming to bring us a couple litres of petrol to fill up Gerard's car again for us to get home safely. Unfortunately, she pulled up as me and Gerard were kissing in the field beside the road and her reaction was priceless. She was okay with it, of course, but it was embarrassing as fuck.

Now three months on and Gerard and I were still going strong.

Gerard kissed my softly, his hands cupping my face either side as I leaned backwards onto his bed. I gripped his jacket and pulled him slightly closer before breaking the kiss.

"My back hurts," I mumbled, and Gerard chuckled, a sly grin on his face. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me along with him so that I was on top of him instead.

"Better?" He smirked, and I nodded, kissing him again, our lips moving in unison and my hands holding his.

A shrill ringing noise echoed in the silence and we both jumped before Gerard managed to sit up. I rolled off him to lay beside him, propping myself on up on elbows as he began feeling his pockets, searching for the source of the noise; his phone.

"Hello?" He panted slightly down the phone, then sighed, running a hand through his now messy hair. "Hey, Linds." I let out an irritated groan before I realized how stupid I was being. She was his friend, and my friend. "Yeah, how's it been for you? I haven't seen you in a good few months," he continued after smirking at me.

A few minutes of listening and he finally turned to face me. "Yeah, I'll tell Frank you said Happy Birthday for tomorrow, only, you're kind of interrupting something-"

Gerard smirked when he talked to her, and my eyes widened as I cut him off by yelling, "No you're not!" Down the phone and by his ear.

"Yeah, he's here right now," he continued to Lindsey, then held the phone away from his ear, wincing. I heard her shouting something along the lines of, 'Oh my God you guys, you did it! Finally!'

I crossed my arms over my chest, a blush rising to my cheeks. Letting out a slight laugh, Gerard put the phone back by his ear and began talking again.

I mindlessly began playing with Gerard's hair, running my fingers softly through it before sitting up properly and crossing my legs. I kissed his head, trying to get some kind of reaction out of him while he talked, but he didn't seem to do anything.

I hummed a little song as I kissed his cheek, then the side of his lips as he talked. He glanced at me, but did nothing else. Trailing my hands up his side, he began to squirm a little, his voice coming out slightly higher, and then I leaned over and licked his face.

Gerard jumped at the sudden wetness on his cheek and he lowered the phone from his ear to stare at me, mouth agape. "You licked my face?"

"Maybe," I hummed, averting my eyes from his gaze and began twiddling my thumbs.

I heard Lindsey laughing down the phone that was long forgotten in Gerard's hand as he couldn't seem to stop staring at me, a confused expression lacing his features.

"My face is wet," he stated the obvious, and I laughed as I nodded.

"Your point is?" I cocked an eyebrow and continued to twiddle my thumbs. Gerard held the phone back to his ear, trying to speak properly but instead his words coming out in breaths.

"I'll talk to you later, Linds. Bye." He put the phone on his bed and continued to stare at me, before reaching behind him and throwing a pillow at my face. I gasped in suddenly, the move surprising me. I grinned at Gerard as he put the pillow down back on the bed and layed on it, his hands placed behind his head.

I lowered myself down next to him and wraped an arm across his torso, his arm snaking it's way around my shoulders. "I'm tired," I mumbled, and Gerard sighed in agreeance.

"Sleep. I'll wake you when mom calls us for tea," I heard Gerard say as I let my eyes drift closed and was met with the dream world. I realized I was dreaming as soon as I new I couldn't wake up, no matter how much I screamed.

It was like I was having an out of body experience in my own head, which was almost as scary as the actual situation, if you ask me. I could see myself sat, but where I was sat I wasn't sure. It wasn't familiar to me. I was clutching my hair between my hands, my legs pulled up to my chest. Hurt-filled sobs shook my body as I called out.

"It's all my fault! He's gone and it's my fault!"

Jerking awake to the sound of a door being slammed, I sat upright too quickly, almost giving myself a head-rush. "Hello?" I called out in the silence.

"It's me." I recognized the voice as Gerard's and I rub my eyes tiredly, then running a hand through my hair I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

"What time is it?" I managed to find my way through the darkness of Gerard's room and stumbled into his chest, his arms immediately wrapping around me.

"Almost 11," he mumbled, running a hand through my hair and moving it from my face.

"I'm eighteen in an hour," I grumbled, pressing my nose into the crook of Gerard's neck as he pulled me slightly closer.

"Don't sound so grumpy about it," Gerard chuckled, pulling away slightly to look at me. I tried to focus my eyes on him, making out his face in the darkness. "You know what that means?"

"It means we don't have to hide anymore," I nodded, grinning. I could feel the excitement building up inside of me as I thought about tomorrow. Gerard and I had agreed on going out and acting like a couple in public for the first time since we'd been together.

"Exactly," Gerard smiled back down at me, showing his teeth. "It means we can let the assholes judge, because technically, we're not doing anything wrong when we do this," he whispered and leaned down to place his lips gently on mine for a split second. As he went to pull away, I pulled him back, kissing him for just a few seconds longer before smirking.

"Did your mom leave me any food? I'm fucking starving," I mumbled against his lips and turned, beginning my way up the stairs.

Gerard whined, turning to follow me. "No, I ate it all," he teased.

I sat on the counter in the kitchen while Gerard stood by the microwave, waiting for my vegetarian curry to heat up. It was silent - apart from the hum of the microwave- but it was a comfortable silence. The kind you could just sit and think about things in and you didn't need to talk. Of course, the silence was interrupted when the microwave timer beeped rather loudly, alerting Gerard my food was finished.

He opened the microwave, grabbing a towel to take it out without burning his hand and placed it next to where I sat on the counter. He opened the drawer opposite him and handed me a knife and fork before I dug in to the extremely hot dinner, hissing when it burned my tastebuds but I didn't stop eating.

I finished up the last of the sauce that remained on my plate and jumped down from my place on the counter unsteadily to put my dishes in the sink. As I started to run the hot water tap, I felt Gerard's slim arms snake around my waist and he pulled me close to him, burying his face into the side of my neck. I tilted my head back slightly at a better angle for him to rest as I washed my pots and shook the water from my hands.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Gerard whispered when I turned around to face him. I rested my arms on his shoulders and leaned up to kiss his nose.

"Yes," I nodded surely, a grin spreading across my face. "Very."

Gerard chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Don't sound too enthusiastic," he joked, then prodded me in the side making me jump slightly. "Are you tired again yet?"

"Hmm, kind of," I hummed, leaning up again to kiss his neck. "Why, are you tired?"

"Nope," he smirked, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment and worry at the same time.
"Oh," I mumbled. "Listen, Gerard. I don't know if I can-"

"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. Honestly, I'm not going to rush you into anything you don't want to do." He hushed me and ran a hand gently through my hair, looking at me with worry in his eyes. My stomach fluttered.

"No, it's not like that," I assured him. "It's not too soon or anything, I mean, it's been three months, and it's not like we're not old enough. I'm just- I guess I don't know what will happen," I sighed. "You know my first time wasn't exactly...ideal. I didn't have a choice and I-" I gulped, feeling the dread fill me when I thought about the events of that night. I hadn't thought about it in so long and I didn't want to think about it now. "I couldn't even stop him-" I choked out, my eyes threatening to spill.

"Frank," he soothed, pulling me closer and letting me bury my face into his chest. "Please don't think about that. You know I'm not him, and I would never, ever hurt you like that."

I sniffled, wiping my nose with my sleeve. "I know."

"Good," Gerard smiled. It wasn't much of a smile, but it was reassurance that everything was going to be okay. "Now, shall we go to bed? I'm actually kind of tired," he tried to hold back a yawn. I nodded, sniffling again.

"Yeah, I could do with some more sleep," I smiled.

Notes

Sorry that it's really short. This was kind of like a filler-chapter. I have a good idea for the next chapter, so it should be longer. Unfortunately though, that means it's going to take longer to write D:
It's a good job I love you guys so much.