Can You Stake My Heart?
Why so serious?
***Gerard's POV***
I stood by my bedside, gazing down on her as she slept. Her mouth was slightly open, and hair covered her face. She snored lightly, in a deep sleep. I smiled, glad she was safe.
When we got back to her dorm, Rosalie was fast asleep. The man who owned the motorcycle was waiting there for us. It turned out that I knew his as an old friend; his name was Jake. Luckily, it was too dark to see the mess my chest now was. I told him I’d get the money to him ASAP, and he seemed content with that. He sped away as I held Rosalie in my arms, my chest burning as her clothes rubbed against the wounds. I fought back the pain and ran to my dorm, letting her go to sleep in my bed.
But I couldn’t sleep. I had too much on my mind, like what Frank and Brandon will be doing, or where they’ll be going. I thought about if my chest would heal; the redness had disappeared and the slashes seemed to be getting better by the minute. All of these minor things aside, my biggest worry and concern was Rose.
She had been through so much the past month, and all because of me. It was only the beginning of October, and for God’s sake she has almost died two or three times. I scowled, running my fingers through my hair. I didn’t want her to be in any more danger, but I knew what that meant. And I wasn’t sure if I could make that decision.
She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over, her back now facing me. I kneeled down beside her, stroking her hair.
“Oh, what am I gonna do.” I mumbled, resting my head on the sheets. My eyes suddenly felt heavy with exhaustion, and I fell into a painful slumber.
***Rosalie’s POV***
I remember falling asleep on the motorcycle last night, so I was confused when I woke up in Gerard’s bed. I reached my hand out in search of his body next to me, but all I found were empty sheets. Sitting up, I called out his name, but I got no response. My heart quickened in pace as I realized he wasn’t here. I sprang out of his bed and ran towards the kitchen. “Maybe he’s watching TV or something.” I thought.
The living room and kitchen were empty, adding to my chagrin. I frantically searched the living space for a clue to where he went, when I spotted a blue note pinned on the fridge. I stumbled over to it, yanking it off and reading it.
Gone hunting; you should probably get to class.
-Gee
The note made me even more anxious for some reason. The way he worded it was very unsettling. I bit my lip and grabbed my phone, which conveniently sat on the counter. The time was 9:00, which means I had 30 minutes before life drawing. I sighed, knowing I should probably just go and get it over with. I stalked out the door, anxious for the long day ahead of me.
I sat in Photo 1, listening to the professor talk about lighting. I had my Nirvana tee on with a long black cardigan, complete with black jeans. My favorite crochet flats fit snugly on my feet, and to complete the look, I had Gerard’s ring on my finger, complete with my own skull ring. My fingers drummed the desk nervously, waiting to hear from Gerard.
“Alright, I’m giving you guys a project. I want you to take some pictures, but not just any pictures. They have to be of someone or something that has value to you. And no Chase, they can’t be of yourself.” The professor sighed as the most handsome boy –according to the rest of the girls in this class– put his hand down in defeat. I sniggered as the professor resumed talking.
“This will be due by next week, so don’t dilly-dally.” She finished. It was agonizing to sit there and listen to her last few words before the end of this class, but I pulled through. Now all I had to go to was Animation, and then I was free.
Animation went by quickly, considering the professor just talked about how to make a ball seem to bounce up and down. As soon as I had walked out of the doors, I checked my phone. There were no new messages, or updates, or anything. I frowned, worried.
“Why the long face, sugar?” A velvety voice asked, and I jerked my head up in surprise.
“Gerard!” I smiled, and wrapped my arms around him. His arms hesitantly embraced me as I took in his sweet smell.
“I wanna take you somewhere. C’mon.” He said, his liquid gold eyes filled with light. I giggled as he took my hand and led me towards the biggest building; the cathedral. I was puzzled when he led me through the doors and into the elevator. He eyed me playfully as he pushed the top floor button, and the elevator jolted upwards. I gave him a look of concern, but he just laughed at me. An adorable half smile played at his lips, but in his eyes there was an emotion I could not place.
The elevator door slid open with a ding and cold air whooshed around me. I shivered slightly and wrapped my cardigan tightly around me, but was taken aback by the sight before us.
We stood on the highest tower of the cathedral, which was almost like a balcony. There was a large bench that sat near the edge of one railing, and then there were tables and chairs around. I stepped out onto the stone terrace and made my way for the railing. Cautiously, I leaned over, looking below me. It made me dizzy, thinking about how high up we were. The cool wind blew my hair back, and made it easier to breath. Just when I had gotten my heart under control, a pair of strong hands slithered around my waist. I gasped in surprise as he pulled me close to him, burying his face in my hair.
He sighed and twisted me around, so I was facing him. His ebony hair flew in the wind, and his eyes seemed to glow like a light bulb. Gerard gently caressed my cheek, and I trembled.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. I grabbed his hand and shook my head. What was this guy thinking?
“Gerard, you won’t ever hurt me.” I coaxed, trying to see why he was saying this. He gave me a sad smile before thrusting his lips onto mine. My confusion disappeared and was replaced by a hunger that I had never experienced before. I clasped his hair in my hands as he traced my lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. I shivered and allowed him to deepen the kiss as his hands moved down my back and grabbed my waist, shoving me closer to his body.
“Holy shit.” I gasped, sucking in the oxygen my brain had forgotten to obtain. I could feel my cheeks burning as he smiled at me and let go. I winced, wanting his hands to stay on my waist, but I let the feeling pass.
“I gotta get going. I have some stuff to take care of. I’ll talk to you later Rose.” He said, and disappeared. I don’t know if he jumped from the building, or took the elevator, but he was gone. It struck me as odd that he would leave all of a sudden, but I decided it wasn’t a big deal. The sun had set now, making it completely dark except for the glowing light from the elevator.
I walked into the elevator and pressed the floor level button, and was struck by an old familiar voice.
“He left you because you’re not good enough. Ugly, worthless, piece of trash. Kill yourself. You don’t deserve him and he knows it.” It snarled. I gripped the wall for support.
"No!" I said aloud, heart pounding in fear. I haven’t heard these thoughts in a long time. Why now? Why has depression somehow seeped into my brain again?
I ignored the sudden outburst and made my way to my dorm, tracing the cat tattoo on my wrist, hoping that somehow it would keep my deadly friend from coming back.
I stood by my bedside, gazing down on her as she slept. Her mouth was slightly open, and hair covered her face. She snored lightly, in a deep sleep. I smiled, glad she was safe.
When we got back to her dorm, Rosalie was fast asleep. The man who owned the motorcycle was waiting there for us. It turned out that I knew his as an old friend; his name was Jake. Luckily, it was too dark to see the mess my chest now was. I told him I’d get the money to him ASAP, and he seemed content with that. He sped away as I held Rosalie in my arms, my chest burning as her clothes rubbed against the wounds. I fought back the pain and ran to my dorm, letting her go to sleep in my bed.
But I couldn’t sleep. I had too much on my mind, like what Frank and Brandon will be doing, or where they’ll be going. I thought about if my chest would heal; the redness had disappeared and the slashes seemed to be getting better by the minute. All of these minor things aside, my biggest worry and concern was Rose.
She had been through so much the past month, and all because of me. It was only the beginning of October, and for God’s sake she has almost died two or three times. I scowled, running my fingers through my hair. I didn’t want her to be in any more danger, but I knew what that meant. And I wasn’t sure if I could make that decision.
She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over, her back now facing me. I kneeled down beside her, stroking her hair.
“Oh, what am I gonna do.” I mumbled, resting my head on the sheets. My eyes suddenly felt heavy with exhaustion, and I fell into a painful slumber.
***Rosalie’s POV***
I remember falling asleep on the motorcycle last night, so I was confused when I woke up in Gerard’s bed. I reached my hand out in search of his body next to me, but all I found were empty sheets. Sitting up, I called out his name, but I got no response. My heart quickened in pace as I realized he wasn’t here. I sprang out of his bed and ran towards the kitchen. “Maybe he’s watching TV or something.” I thought.
The living room and kitchen were empty, adding to my chagrin. I frantically searched the living space for a clue to where he went, when I spotted a blue note pinned on the fridge. I stumbled over to it, yanking it off and reading it.
Gone hunting; you should probably get to class.
-Gee
The note made me even more anxious for some reason. The way he worded it was very unsettling. I bit my lip and grabbed my phone, which conveniently sat on the counter. The time was 9:00, which means I had 30 minutes before life drawing. I sighed, knowing I should probably just go and get it over with. I stalked out the door, anxious for the long day ahead of me.
I sat in Photo 1, listening to the professor talk about lighting. I had my Nirvana tee on with a long black cardigan, complete with black jeans. My favorite crochet flats fit snugly on my feet, and to complete the look, I had Gerard’s ring on my finger, complete with my own skull ring. My fingers drummed the desk nervously, waiting to hear from Gerard.
“Alright, I’m giving you guys a project. I want you to take some pictures, but not just any pictures. They have to be of someone or something that has value to you. And no Chase, they can’t be of yourself.” The professor sighed as the most handsome boy –according to the rest of the girls in this class– put his hand down in defeat. I sniggered as the professor resumed talking.
“This will be due by next week, so don’t dilly-dally.” She finished. It was agonizing to sit there and listen to her last few words before the end of this class, but I pulled through. Now all I had to go to was Animation, and then I was free.
Animation went by quickly, considering the professor just talked about how to make a ball seem to bounce up and down. As soon as I had walked out of the doors, I checked my phone. There were no new messages, or updates, or anything. I frowned, worried.
“Why the long face, sugar?” A velvety voice asked, and I jerked my head up in surprise.
“Gerard!” I smiled, and wrapped my arms around him. His arms hesitantly embraced me as I took in his sweet smell.
“I wanna take you somewhere. C’mon.” He said, his liquid gold eyes filled with light. I giggled as he took my hand and led me towards the biggest building; the cathedral. I was puzzled when he led me through the doors and into the elevator. He eyed me playfully as he pushed the top floor button, and the elevator jolted upwards. I gave him a look of concern, but he just laughed at me. An adorable half smile played at his lips, but in his eyes there was an emotion I could not place.
The elevator door slid open with a ding and cold air whooshed around me. I shivered slightly and wrapped my cardigan tightly around me, but was taken aback by the sight before us.
We stood on the highest tower of the cathedral, which was almost like a balcony. There was a large bench that sat near the edge of one railing, and then there were tables and chairs around. I stepped out onto the stone terrace and made my way for the railing. Cautiously, I leaned over, looking below me. It made me dizzy, thinking about how high up we were. The cool wind blew my hair back, and made it easier to breath. Just when I had gotten my heart under control, a pair of strong hands slithered around my waist. I gasped in surprise as he pulled me close to him, burying his face in my hair.
He sighed and twisted me around, so I was facing him. His ebony hair flew in the wind, and his eyes seemed to glow like a light bulb. Gerard gently caressed my cheek, and I trembled.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. I grabbed his hand and shook my head. What was this guy thinking?
“Gerard, you won’t ever hurt me.” I coaxed, trying to see why he was saying this. He gave me a sad smile before thrusting his lips onto mine. My confusion disappeared and was replaced by a hunger that I had never experienced before. I clasped his hair in my hands as he traced my lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. I shivered and allowed him to deepen the kiss as his hands moved down my back and grabbed my waist, shoving me closer to his body.
“Holy shit.” I gasped, sucking in the oxygen my brain had forgotten to obtain. I could feel my cheeks burning as he smiled at me and let go. I winced, wanting his hands to stay on my waist, but I let the feeling pass.
“I gotta get going. I have some stuff to take care of. I’ll talk to you later Rose.” He said, and disappeared. I don’t know if he jumped from the building, or took the elevator, but he was gone. It struck me as odd that he would leave all of a sudden, but I decided it wasn’t a big deal. The sun had set now, making it completely dark except for the glowing light from the elevator.
I walked into the elevator and pressed the floor level button, and was struck by an old familiar voice.
“He left you because you’re not good enough. Ugly, worthless, piece of trash. Kill yourself. You don’t deserve him and he knows it.” It snarled. I gripped the wall for support.
"No!" I said aloud, heart pounding in fear. I haven’t heard these thoughts in a long time. Why now? Why has depression somehow seeped into my brain again?
I ignored the sudden outburst and made my way to my dorm, tracing the cat tattoo on my wrist, hoping that somehow it would keep my deadly friend from coming back.
Notes
Why is Gerard acting like this >:o???
Get it together Gee gawsh
Rose's Outfit
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