***Rosalie's POV***

I chewed my lip nervously as I walked to the theatre. The wind felt like daggers against my face, causing my nose to run. I was glad that I had worn my favorite scarf, gloves, and trench coat; I would probably be a popsicle if I hadn’t. And for god’s sake, it’s only October.

Thoughts aside from the ridiculousness of the weather, my nerves were going crazy. Today was the day we found out who made Select Ensemble, and from the moment I had woken up I’ve been nauseous. The fact that Gerard was away hunting for the morning didn’t do anything to help with my anxiety. So, I walked alone on the small stretch of sidewalk that led to the theatre building, ready to throw my guts up.

I was surprise when I heard a cry of alarm and a loud thud. I shot up head up and saw a guy on the grass next to me, books and papers scattered on the hard ground. My body clenched up as I realized I knocked him over.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I said, moving onto the grass and offering a hand to him. My cheeks made my face warmer against the wind, which was a plus. The guy took my hand, and pulled himself up. I moved away and looked at him. He had dark blue eyes, they almost looked like a dark purple. His dark hair and muscular build stood out to me. He looked vaguely familiar.

“Thanks. And don’t apologize; I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He mumbled, bending down to pick up his fallen books and papers that threatened to blow away.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I said, instantly regretting it. I smacked my forehead as he stood up, books in hand.

“No, I don’t think so. What’s your name?” He asked. I played with my gloves, embarrassed.

“Rosalie.” I murmured. He puckered his lips, and shook his head.

“No, I don’t know you. But I have an older brother named Josh Brandy. He works at the tattoo parlor downtown. I’m Danny Brandy.” It clicked when he said he had a brother named Josh. He was who did Nina and mine’s tattoos! We still talked sometimes, but he was pretty busy with his work.

“Oh! He’s my friend!” I laughed. He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. I could tell that he wasn’t into the whole “social” think either.

“I saw you trying out for the chorus. You were pretty good! I tried out too, but I don’t know if I’m gonna make it.” Danny sighed. The blush that had finally settled down returned at once at his compliment.

“Oh, thank you. I’m sure you’ll make it. Are you going to check the list now?” The wind shifted, blowing my hair into my eyes. I frantically tried to calm it and he chuckled.

“Nah. I have lots of shit to do. If you see me, could you tell me, though?” He said, running his hands through his hair.

“Mhm! It was nice meeting you.” I tried to yell over the wind. He nodded, grinning.

“See ya.” He stated, and walked away. We began walking in different directions, the wind finally dying down. I sighed, replaying what just happened in my head. “Good job ya dingus.” I thought to myself as I approached the theatre doors. Pushing them open caused a whoosh of warm air that surrounded me. I shivered in delight as I got feeling in my nose again.

A group of people were gathered around a large, dusty display case. I breathed in the musty smell, and it soothed my nerves. Keeping my eyes on the ground, I walked towards the crowd.

“’Scuse me,” I mumbled, gently pushing my way into the crowd. My heart was racing as I looked up at the crème colored piece of paper. The list wasn’t too long, but the print was kind of small. The first name on the list was Gerard Way, and I smiled. I also saw Danny’s name right below his, which was good. I scanned the list for my name, worry building up inside me.

I let out a sigh of relief when I saw my name; the very last one on the paper. I was kind of relieved, but also kind of disappointed. If I wouldn’t have made it, I would have more time free time. But now I would have more time with Gerard.

“Congratulations.” A silky voice murmured in my ear, and hands slithered around my waist. I blushed as Gerard kissed my neck softly, and traced up to my jawline. Ms. Dahlia stood near the doors, glowering at me. The girl who sang Let It Go had her jaw clenched, and she was turning red.

“Gee, people are watching.” I whispered, trying not to do anything embarrassing. He chuckled, sending his sweet breath across my chest. I shuddered.

“Good, they’ll know that you’re mine.” He purred, making my knees weak. I had no idea why he was acting like this, but goddammit I liked it. “C’mon, I have something to show you.” He said quietly, turning me around pulling me towards the door. I kept my eyes on the ground as we passed Ms. Dahlia, because I knew she would only give me the evil eye.

There was no wind now, which made it more bearable to walk outside. Gerard was leading me towards his dorm, his hand around my waist. I grew nervous the faster we approached. I don’t know what Gerard meant, but if it had to do with the way he was acting… the thought made my heart go wild. He looked down at me quizzically.

“Are you okay?” He laughed “your heart is going crazy.” I bit my lip, trying to gather my thoughts.

“Well, I mean… if we’re going to your dorm to… ya know…” I mumbled. I felt stupid and embarrassed; I didn’t know which one was worse. His eyes darkened and his gentle smile turned into a frown.

“No. It’s too dangerous.” He said, slowing his pace.

“What?” I scoffed, raising my eyebrows.

“I could really hurt you.”

“Gerard,”

“I’m serious Rose.” He said, cutting me off. “I’m not like you, remember? I kicked down a solid metal gate. I can crush a tree in between my hands. Just imagine what could happen to you.”

I sighed. As much as I was scared to do it, I wanted to. I was tired of being a prude.

“Can we try?” I asked pleadingly. His lips twitched, fighting back a smile.

“Maybe someday,” He mused as we walked into his dorm building. We walked up the stairs silently to his dorm, and he opened the door for me. I stepped inside and shrugged off my coat, gloves, and scarf. I placed my bag in front of the door, and jumped onto the couch. He disappeared into his room and was back a second later, with a black box in hand.

“What is that?” I groaned. He smiled and sat down beside me on the couch. I cuddled into his lap and took the box. Eyeing him suspiciously, I began to carefully rip the black paper off of the box. I really hope it wasn’t a present, because I’d feel guilty that he had gotten me something for no reason.

I hated when people felt pity for me. It just made me mad; thinking I was someone to be grieved for. No one should have to worry about me, or care. I scoffed at my thoughts, as I tried to pry open the sealed box.

“I wish I knew what you were thinking.” Gerard said, looking at me like I was a puzzle. I smiled, and put my finger to my lips.

I finally pried the box open, and tape popped off. I gasped when I saw its contents.

A big stack of CD’s sat on drawing upon drawing. I pulled the CD’s out to examine them, and saw most of them were blank except for dates. The drawing were magnificent; I was kind of jealous. At the very bottom was a picture of Gee and I, sitting under tree with leaves all around us.

“Gerard… these are so beautiful. Thank you.” I mumbled, moving my fingers across his cheek. He grabbed my hand, and pressed it against his cold skin.

“Now I really wish I knew what you were thinking.” He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. I bit my lip, fighting back a smile.

“I’m a closed book, Gee. Locked up tight” I giggled, moving my head into the crook of his neck. He moved back and turned my head to face him, staring right into my eyes.

“Won’t you open up for me?” He whispered, his voice having the velvety texture that I loved. I blinked, and his lips gently came onto mine. He bit my lip softly, causing me to squeak. I felt him smile and I put my leg on the other side of his knees, so I was kneeling over him. I help his face in my hands as my tongue traced his lip. His hands gripped my waist tightly as I ran my fingers up his face into his hair. He began moving his hands up my back, sending shivers of excitement through me. Suddenly he pulled away from me, eyes squeezed shut.

“You are going to be the death of me, Rosalie.” He muttered, and gently pushed me off of him so I was sitting in my original position. I blew a stray hair out of my face, and crossed my arms.

“Touché, Mr. Way, touché.” I laughed, and rested my head against his shoulder.

I had a billion things to worry about right now; my grades, homework, family, but nothing really mattered. Not when I was with him.

Notes

Short chapter ugh
Sorry I haven't updated I've been hit with a tsunami of homework and study guides for FINALS D:I'll try to update as much as I can!! Something big is coming :o
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