The Personal Assistant - COMPLETED

Life has been amazing, it is now May. I've been living with Matt and Zacky for a little over a month. Gerard seemed hurt when I first told him I wasn't staying with him, but I think it is for best, especially since I still have feelings for him. I go to work everyday, even weekends sometimes.

Becky calls me at least once a week so we can stay in touch and I miss her so much. Also my birthday is in a couple of weeks, so see, my life is perfect. I have an amazing job with a great boss and a sweet boyfriend who spoils me.

So I couldn't ask for anything more, Gerard said he was planning something big for my birthday. I told him I didn't want anything major, but he insisted. Lindsey was still touring but would be home by the end of June. Bandit and I baked little cakes and cookies almost everyday and she loved to draw.

This was like a fairy tale, I had found my Prince Charming. I even got to hang out with Mikey a lot when he would come over. He was teaching me how to play bass, well trying to anyway. Nothing could stop this happily ever after ending I was working on.

Today I was going to paint my room, Gerard was even coming over to help me paint. I asked him to help add some designs to my wall so it wasn't just a plain color. Zacky and Matt were both gone, they were out at the bar hanging with their friends.

I was watching a scary movie when someone knocked on the door. It was Gerard, he was wearing paint covered white shirt and covered blue jeans. He was ready to go, I giggled at him. So we designed my room, came up with a great idea and headed to start working.

First we had to move my furniture, luckily I didn't have much. Just a bed, a table and a dresser. I decided not to put out any of my collectibles until my room was painted. Next we started with a base color, something to cover the walls with. I had picked out this beautiful red, and was going to have black designs on it.

We laid out a floor cover so we wouldn't get paint on the carpet. I put on my iPod, shuffling all my music, which of course played My Chemical Romance songs. Every time a song came on I would look at him and see how he would react. He would sing along and move around, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I swear."

"Oh yeah." He started to get closer to me, his paintbrush covered in red paint. "Shy, I know you're lying." Soon he was against the wall, luckily not one painted yet.

"Gee, don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" He was quick and on me before I could move, within seconds I was covered in paint. "You look better this way."

He walked back to where he was before, his back turned to me. I dipped my brush in the paint bucket and smiled. "Hey, Gee."

"Yeah?" Gerard turned around ad before he could react I splattered him with paint. "Oh, you're so dead." There was a paint battle, which ended with me pinned to the floor with Gerard marking me with his signature.

After laughing for almost half an hour we finally finished painting the walls. Next Gerard started doing his black designs, once the red had dried. By the time he was finished I was amazed, it was beautiful. Thorny vines, roses, and more swirled around the walls.

"Gerard this is perfect, thank you so much for helping me out."

"I guess I should head home, it's late and Mikey's watching "B". Call if you need anything, okay?"

We hugged, both of us still covered in paint. Once Gerard left I picked up the floor cover and everything looked okay. However, it was easy to spot on the white carpet a red paint covered spot. "Crap."

I took a shower to clean up and went back to the spot on the carpet. Even after scrubbing and scrubbing, the red paint didn't leave. "Of course, well at least it's not too big. Could be worse with the paint war we had."

The front door shut loudly, Matt and Zacky were home. "Shy?"

"In the bedroom." Matthew appeared at the door, "hey sweetie. How do you like the walls? Gerard came over and helped." He looked around and smiled.

"This looks really...." His smile faded when he saw the red spot, "what's that?"

"Oh, we tried to be careful and I tried washing it out but we got a little paint on the carpet."

Something changed in him, I had never seen this side of him before. His eyes were emotionless, I watched him shut the bedroom door, lock it and turn back to me. "You're so stupid."

"Matt, it was an accident."

He got closer to me, not knowing what to expect I stayed motionless. "You've done something wrong."

"Matt, what are...."

My words were cut off with a slap to the face, it was forceful and I fell to the floor. I couldn't help but start crying, this wasn't like Matthew at all.

"Stop crying, you're okay." He knelt down beside me, lifting me up to my knees. "I'm sorry Shy, you know I love you but when someone does something wrong they need to be disciplined. You still love me?"

I nodded slowly, my face was on fire. "Give me a kiss." Shakily, I kissed him. "You'll sleep in my bed tonight, come on." He stood up and helped me up. That night I couldn't sleep, should I leave? Should I tell someone?

In the morning, I got out of the bed trying not to disturb Matt. I didn't get any sleep, so I did something I never did. I went into the kitchen, made coffee and drank some. It still didn't taste good but I needed the caffeine. My back was turned away, I didn't see anyone come into the kitchen.

"Shy?" It was Matthew, he wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on shoulder. "How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"You mad at me?"

"No." I wasn't sure how I felt right now, I've watched enough movies to know no one deserves to get hit.

He turned me around so we were face to face, his fingers traced over the forming bruise. "Does it hurt?"

"Just a little."

"You know I love you, right? No one will ever love you as much as I do. I'm the only one who finds you beautiful, don't forget that."

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me. He moved his kisses to the bruise and eventually down to my neck. "Matthew, I have to he ready for work."

"What are you going to tell Gerard?"

What was I going to tell Gerard, the bruise was very noticeable. I never wore makeup, so if I suddenly and to work with it on he would find it strange. I needed to think of something and fast.

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