He brushed some hair out of his face with his forearm, narrowing his eyes to glance carefully at the folds of her indigo dress that fell gently at her mid thigh, exposing the rest of her long, pale legs. He could tell that she was getting antsy, with the way she was shifting from one foot to the other and all, her jaw was starting to clench, her ocean colored eyes wandered around the room; glancing at all the artwork hanging on the ceiling, the walls, on the easels.

It was empty, the art room they were occupying, it was their lunch period and he was trying to finish his project before the deadline, if one more piece of his artwork was late Mr. Hable would kick his ass. Literally, that's what his teacher had told him, which is why he respected Mr. Hable and would finish the portrait, on time. For once.

Marjorie was his muse, she was born to be painted, to be sketched, photographed, anything that showcased her beauty. Sometimes, he wasn't even sure if she was really as beautiful as he thought her to be, maybe it was because she was practically perfect to him and that's why he found her so attractive. But, one look at any of the works of art that featured her, any one of the photographs that hung on his walls, or the looks people gave her, well he knew that was all bullshit. She was beautiful, plain and simple.

But, she was also easily distracted which made his job harder, especially since he was working on a deadline.

"Stop moving."

She sighed, her magnificent eyes rolling towards the ceiling, her hips starting to sway just slightly.

"I said, stop moving."

"Ugh, Gee, my legs hurt. Can we just take a break for a minute?"

She knew he was going to say no, but she asked anyway, she always did. Sometimes she wondered if he even liked her at all, beyond their friendship since basically birth, sometimes she wondered if he only used her so that he could get A's in at least one class. She scoffed, he didn't need her to pass art, the kid was ridiculously talented, he just needed her to stand there and look pretty while he painted her. While his wild eyes roamed over her figure for hours on end, the way those deep green eyes looked at her so fiercely, it was almost as though they were caressing her, loving her whole.

Gerard was just always so...intense, it seemed as if he always walked around with a scowl on his pale face. He lived life with an angry disposition and a sarcastic flare, it was just so Gerard that most weren't bothered by it anymore. She didn't expect him to change, and she didn't really want him too, she enjoyed his personality, how harsh he was. She liked it because, well, for those moments, the ones where he would smile gently at her, where his eyes would yearn for her. When he talked in hushed whispers and laughed at something she said, those times when he would lose the frown and the narrowed brows, when he would throw his arm over her shoulder and pull her to him as they walked, just because. She was the only one that got to see any of that, and it made her feel special to know that he trusted her enough to let his walls down.

She loved him, and it killed her, literally killed her that he didn't feel the same.

She wasn't an insecure person, not in the least, she knew that she was pretty, knew that she had a vivacious, and sometimes sarcastic, personality that clashed wonderfully together, she knew her strengths and her weaknesses. But, the fact that some boys fawned over her, tripped over themselves when talking to her, asked her out routinely, and Gerard Fucking Way wouldn't glance twice at her in that way, kind of killed her ego.

She knew that he found her attractive, she could tell by the way his eyes would linger on her body, on her face, the way he would tuck her wayward waves out of the way, and how his fingers would hover over her skin. While that was nice, knowing that he found her physically enjoyable, she wanted to know that he felt the same affection that she did, the same love and yearning.

He sighed, "Ree, can you just tough it out for a little longer? I know your delicate flesh is tired, but my delicate flesh is gonna get whipped if I don't finish this."

She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Just finish up quick then, I'm hungry and if we don't get to the cafe early then those little niners are going to try and steal our table again."

Gerard scoffed, "Like they could."

Because of their free period before lunch, Gerard and Marjorie were obligated to save the table for the rest of their ever growing brood, but for some reason those cheeky niners had decided that they would challenge Gerard and Marjorie's patience by trying to eat at their lunch table. It was interesting to see how certain people responded to Gerard, yes he was the resident art freak, but to some he was quite scary and she found it oh so interesting to watch. She knew Ray was gonna get pissy with them because they were late and he probably had to be mean for once in his life and yell at someone, she kinda wished she was there to see it. An angry Ray is a rare thing, but hysterical nonetheless.

She watched as he eyes roamed over her body, following the contours of her short dress, his brow was furrowed in concentration, she loved watching him work. Maybe it was just because she enjoyed his lingering gaze, or how his intense stare made goosebumps erupt over her skin.

He finished up the shading on her dress, moving to the curls in her hair, and then her skin; all that was left were her eyes, and he could do that easily before he handed it in. He figured now would be a good time to let Marjorie go and sit, stretch her legs, and he knew she was getting hungry by the way she kept twisting her hips. "Alright, we're done."

She let out a heavy sigh and stepped down from the small riser she had been standing on, tugging the indigo dress over her head and throwing it on the table beside her. He couldn't help but stare at her pale flesh, all on display for him, it wasn't like he hadn't seen her indecently exposed before, it just always took him off guard every time he saw her bare skin, always made him harden.

She stood in front of him in a pair of little polka dot underwear and a flesh toned bra, he could see all of her pale skin, he felt heat pool in his stomach at the sight. She bent over to grab her tight jeans, giving him an excellent view of her ass, her plump, perfectly heart shaped ass. Great. Thanks, Marjorie, now he had a hard-on that he knew he couldn't take care of because the gang was expecting them in lunch. Awesome.

She hopped around, trying to get the jeans all the way up, and by all the way he meant right above her panty line. She pulled the plain v-neck over her head, tugging it down, even though it only went past her navel. She stepped into her old doc martins and grabbed her bag, she was ready to go, and he was ready to touch himself. He sighed, this was going to be one long lunch period, he was sure.

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She was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, letting the music playing in the background flow through her. He sat on his desk chair, parallel to the bed, sketching the girl who lay on it. He traced over the curve of her breast a few times darker than intended, over the length of her legs. Her long hair had gotten darker over the years, and although it was still strawberry-blond, it was more red, less curly and more wavy. It spilled around her, over his pillows and sheets, he knew when he went to bed that night he'd be able to smell her.

He wished he could say they had come along way from when they were thirteen, that they were now happily dating and she was his. But if he did, he'd be lying. Ever since he told her to forget about the kiss, he'd been regretting it. They had both grown over three years, freshly sixteen, yet she only seemed to get more beautiful with time, while he on the other hand was not. He was always a baby face, a little chubby, unlike Mikey who was always tall and lanky. He always resented Mikey for that, not that it was actually his little brother's fault or anything, it was his DNA, his genetic makeup, but it still didn't make him any less resentful.

Marjorie had always told him there was nothing wrong with the way he looked, not to listen to the idiots that populated Belleview high, that she liked him exactly they way he was. He had a hard time believing it, a hard time believing that someone as beautiful as her could like a strange fat kid like him. That's what they all called him, the jocks at school, the strange fat kid that was really good at art. A direct quote from the oh so articulate Lacrosse assholes, yes, what a great education they had.

He watched her sigh, again, and looked down at the sketch of her. She made up most of his portfolio for school, she was his model for almost all of his projects and his random musings. He had yet to draw her in New York City or on the beach, she seemed to flip flop between those two frequently, but he would one day. He heard her sigh yet again, three times in the last five minutes, a personal best.

"Is there something wrong Jorie?"

"No."

He put the sketchbook down on his lap and lifted his head up to look at her, "Really now, so you've taken up sighing as a personal hobby then?"

She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, Gerard had always been slightly mean and heavy on the sarcasm, he wasn't about to just grow out of it. "Yes, in fact I have."

She turned her head to look at him where he sat at his desk a few feet away from her. He had changed over the years, taller, thicker, more distant. He had always been a quiet kid with a sharp tongue and sarcastic manner, now he was just more so. He was never intentionally cruel, to those he adored anyway, but she believed he just didn't have it in him. Maybe it was her innocent naivety about the boy who held her heart or maybe she just actually believed that people weren't that distorted. Although, the latter seemed exceedingly hard to believe considering where they lived, and the constant horrid state of things around them.

His Mother had made him cut his hair a while back, claiming no one would want to hire a boy with hair down to his shoulders, but it was growing back now, just reaching the middle of his neck and jaw, waving slightly in black, inky strands. She liked his hair long, she found it suited him. His facial features hadn't changed all that much, just matured. But, one of the things he loved most about him were his hands, they were beautiful really. Long, eloquent, fingers, with perfectly larger palms and small wrists. She knew it sounded strange, to adore someones hands, but she found herself so immensely attracted to them, longing for him to touch her. God, if only he knew.

"Well, then might I congratulate you on a new personal best. You might want to look into it as a profession."

She just chose to ignore his comment, she learned early on that the way to fight sarcasm was with sarcasm, but she wasn't in the mood for their witty banter to continue on into a full fledged war between them. "So, what do you wanna do?"

He shrugged a broading shoulder, "Well we have the whole weekend to do nothing, so...nothing?"

Marjorie pulled a face at him, "Wow, thanks for your brilliant contribution Galileo, got any more words of wisdom you want to drop on me."

He smirked at her sarcasm, oh yes, she had definitely been hanging out with him too often as of late. "We still don't have costumes for that girl's sweet sixteen."

A look of shock dawned her face, "Mya Rothstein's party! I totally forgot about that! Shit."

"You know, it doesn't make much sense to me that she's having a Halloween costume party as her sweet sixteen. Isn't that like, weird to do?"

He didn't try and pretend to understand girls, or any of their weird rituals, if he did then he would have a headache the size of Ray's afro, possibly larger. But, Marjorie just nodded her head in agreement, seeming to have the same idea as he did about the party.

"No, you're right, that is a little strange. But, she's a Rothstein, like what else are you gonna expect?"

He chuckled, "Not much."

"Exactly." She sat up on her elbows, looking over at where he sat, shading the sketch that didn't need to be shaded. "You're still going as my date, right?"

He nodded, eyes still trained on the sketchbook in front of him, for some reason not trusting himself to look up and answer her. "As long as you still want me to."

She snorted, "Uh of course I still want you to, who the hell else am I gonna go with to freaky Rothstein's party with? Toro? Evan Sanders? No, thank you."

His jaw clenched slightly at the name; Evan Sanders, it even sounded stupid and preppy. Evan was a "LAX" superstar, who the fuck called it "LAX" anyway, it's Lacrosse, so where the tits did "LAX" even come from, and why did people ever decided to be illiterate bitches and call it that? He felt like a douche for even thinking it. But, Evan's main purpose in their melodramatic high school lives was to fuck with him, apparently the asshole's day wasn't complete until he fucked with Gerard at least twice.

The worst part? He was "into" Marjorie, whatever that meant in stupid, "Bro", douchebag lingo.

He tried to lessen the clench of his jaw, hoping that she didn't notice, because he really wasn't in the mood for another lecture about how much of a fucking imbecile Evan Sanders was, and how much of a more amazing person he was instead. He decided to go with an 'on-the-topic' change of subject. "So, do you have any ideas?"

She bit at her lower lip in thought, her eyes roaming his room for some burst of inspiration. "Hmm...Can we not go as anything cliche?"

"So, vampires are out then?"

She rolled her eyes, a smile playing at her lips, "I know you have an obsession with biting people Gerard, but no, I'd rather not go as vampires. Again."

He put his sketchbook down, giving her a mock appalled look, "I'm not obsessed with biting people, I'm obsessed with creatures of the night."

"Oh, okay thanks Rocky Horror." It was then that look crossed over her features, the look that had him sighing and wishing he just kept his mouth shut sometimes. "We could go as Rocky Horror characters! You'll go as Brad and I'll go as Janet!"

"Really?"

"What? You'd rather go as Riff Raff and Magenta?"

"Not particularly."

"What's wrong with that idea then?"

"There's nothing wrong with the idea, I just don't think anyone whose going to Mya Rothstein's sweet sixteen is going to know who any characters from Rocky Horror even are. They'll probably think we're going as nerds or something."

She sat up on the bed, coming to sit with her legs dangling off of the mattress, and facing him. "Who cares if they know what we're going as, it'll be fun! Come on, you know it would be glorious. Oh! And we could sing 'Damn it, Janet'!"

He shook his head, "I'm not singing it in front of people."

"You don't have to sing it in front of people! Sing it for me."

He furrowed his brows, "Now?"

She smiled wide, "Hell yeah!"

He gave her a withering look, one that usually scared off all the underclassmen that bothered them, but she just gave him an even bolder smile, her eyes all bright, her chest jutted forward. He sighed as he racked a hand through his mess of hair, it wasn't like he didn't know the song, they watched Rocky Horror all the damn time, it was just the thought of singing to her that frightened him just slightly. Oh, and having to actually dress and look decent for once, he wasn't a very big fan of doing that apparently.

"Hey, Janet."

She giggled excitedly, clapping her hands together, "Yes, Brad?"

He shook his head, smirking at her excitement. "I've got something to say."

"Uh huh?"

"I really love the, skillful way...you beat the other girls, to the brides bouquet."

"Oh, oh Brad."

He started singing the song, acapella, and watched as she smiled and laughed at him. It wasn't in a mocking way either, she was truly happy that he was doing this for her, and she better fucking be, because he wasn't silly like this with anyone. She took over the "Janet."s until her part came up, in which he took the role of "Oh, Brad."s, and of course she made sure to over act as much as possible.

She got up off the bed, coming to pull him up off of his chair, attempting to make him dance with her. Her singing was ruined by the chuckles that she couldn't seem to stop from coming through, and that made him laugh, because her laugh was contagious. They ended up not being able to finish the song, mostly because the fit of giggles that took over them, so he sat back down, breathing heavy and a smile on his face. She still stood, smiling as well, and looking around his room again.

"We're gonna need to get you some Buddy Holly nerd glasses for your Brad costume to be complete." She bit her lip in thought, looking at his dresser drawers for a moment. "You'll need a dress shirt, a sweater-vest, and some weird khaki jacket."

"I don't think I have any of those things...maybe a button down, but that's about it."

"Hmm..." She walked over to his dresser drawers, opening the up and searching through them for a dress shirt that he might have, he didn't have a closet down here in the basement so all of this clothing was in dressers and drawers. "Well, if you even have the button down then that's one less thing that we need to worry about. But, where do you put all the clothes you never wear?"

He jumped up as she reached a random drawer that contained his socks and boxers, but that's not what he cared about really, she'd seen his underwear before, she'd worn his underwear before. But, he wasn't thirteen anymore and he had things hiding in the depths of his clothing that he really, really didn't want her seeing. "No! Uh, I'll get it."

She stopped what she was doing, her hands paused their rifling, and she turned to look at him with her brows furrowed. "It's fine, really. I already know what all your boxers look like Gee, even the X-Men ones that you're so fond of."

She continued to look through his drawer, knowing that if Gerard had a dress shirt he would most certainly hide it from his Mother, who would make him wear it if she found it. So, she figured that the sock/boxers drawer would be a good place to look for the hidden/apparently "missing" nice shirt. But, Gerard was trying to maneuver her gently out of the way, which she wasn't obliging to, not understanding why he was being so secretive about his sock drawer all of a sudden. That was, until her hand came in contact with hard paper.

She grasped, what she assumed to be a magazine, hopefully a dirty one, and she felt him tense. His arms had been around her, his whole front pressed into her back, pressing her into his dresser, it was then she realized just how much he had grown. He had finally hit his growth spurt, and even though she was tall for a girl standing at about 5'8" or so, he was taller. She could feel all of him pressing to her deliciously, making her press back unintentionally, but when she pulled the magazine out from under where it was buried deep, he froze. She could almost feel his blush from behind her, she looked at the porn in front of her, her eyes widened and she tried to contain her giggle.

It was a dirty magazine alright, the incredibly busty red head on the front sat with her legs open wide and her chest pushed out forward. Well, at least she knew he was fond of red heads. Score one for her.

She turned and looked at him from over her shoulder, he looked completely mortified with his eyes wider than she'd ever seen them, a blush staining his pallid skin. She smirked, "So you like red heads, huh? Good to know."

That seemed to knock him out of whatever stupor he had been in, and he reached around her once again, trying to grab the magazine out from her hands. "Come on Marjorie, just give it,"

She snorted, "Yeah right, I'm curious, I've never seen one of these before and I want to look at it."

"Then go buy your own."

His voice came out in a growl, sending shivers down her spine and causing goosebumps to form on her skin. She raised her brows at him from over her shoulder, "Oh yeah, like you went and bought this one, you can't even buy cigarettes by yourself."

"The dude on Fremont doesn't card me, so don't give me sass. Just give it back before I literally die of embarrassment."

"Come on Gerard, it's not that embarrassing. It's just porn, and I'm your best friend, it's not like I'm going to mock you on your choice of masturbatory visuals. So, calm your shit."

"Marjorie, I'm not joking around, just give it!"

She pressed herself harder into the dresser, holding the magazine to her chest, which caused him to press into her harder, she could most definitely feel all of him. It made her slightly giddy, to feel him so forcefully as she did, she wasn't sure if it was actually her that was making him hard, or if it was just a reaction. Either way, she couldn't stop the smile from over taking her face. "No way, stop being such a sore loser!"

She ducked out from under his arms and went to sit down on the empty desk chair that he had been occupying before, opening up the magazine and curiously flipping through it. Gerard wiped a hand over his face, hoping to cause his permanent blush to stop, as well as the frantic beating of his heart. He leaned back against the dressers, not really feeling up to moving at the moment, and watched as the went through the pages and looked at the girl who didn't exactly resemble her, but if the lights were dim enough he could pretend.

"The girl is pretty I guess, her tits are perky as shit though." She looked down at her own chest for a moment, before looking back at magazine red head with her eyes narrowed. "Bitch."

"Your tits are fine."

Her head shot up at his statement, he was blushing even more than before he was sure. He wasn't exactly sure why he just said that, it had quite literally just slipped out, and now he stood there awkwardly as a smile slowly spread over her lips.

"You think so? I dunno, I think they might look a little awkward with my frame."

And she was grabbing her chest, forcing them together so her cleavage was basically spilling out of her v-neck. He coughed a bit, diverting his eyes away from her chest with as much effort as possible, "Your tits look fine, I promise you."

There it was again, his intense stare. He was literally smoldering at her from across the room where he stood, it gave her chills, again; if he didn't stop looking at her like that, she was going to have permanent goosebumps on her skin. She smirk-smiled, "I'm glad you took the time to notice Gerard, thanks."

He shrugged a broad shoulder, "You know, I try."

She was smiling as she looked back down at the momentarily forgotten magazine on her lap, her brows were furrowed as she picked it up and looked at it more closely. "Now, see that doesn't seem comfortable at all, why would she want to have sex like that? Oh wait, she wouldn't. I'm calling bullshit on this position."

He shook his head, "It's not meant to be comfortable, or for real sex for that matter, its just suppose to be erotic so you'll get off."

She snorted at his answer, at least now he was pretending to be brave, instead of the embarrassed mess that he was before, as charming as it was. "Oh, okay, I'm glad that you're a master of all things playboy related." He narrowed his eyes at her as she shook her head before going back to the picture at hand. "See, now this isn't even fun. She's got to sit there, with her leg dramatically thrown up in the air, which like really no one is able to do, while his dick just sits inside of her. I mean, it's not like they could move or anything because it would ruin the picture, so, this is fucking stupid."

She shook her head as she thumbed through the rest of the magazine, making snide comments here or there about something that she didn't agree with. He tried really, really hard not to let his thoughts wander, it was bad enough that he had to sit here and basically listen to her talk about people fucking. It was difficult not to get aroused, she aroused him in general, but to have her here, in his bedroom, talking about sex, looking at his porn. Well, it was becoming increasingly hard - pun most definitely intended.

With a sigh, she closed the magazine and threw it over onto his bed. "What else you got for me?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

"Fucking liar, where's all your cartoon shit? That should be interesting." She watched him pale, even more so, shaking his head frantically, before the blush returned to his cheeks with a vengeance. "Oh, come on, you're into all that anime and comic book stuff, I know you must have some!"

"No way I'm showing you that."

She opened her mouth wide in a smile, a giggle escaping as she lept up and started at him. "So you do have some!"

He shook his head frantically, "N-no, no I don't."

She came to stop in front of him, she smile still wide, the laughter still coming forth. "Oh, yes you do!" She started to poke him and he would spaz slightly, he was sort of ticklish, not that he would admit it, and no one had ever really touched him enough to find out. Well, except for Marjorie. "Come on, tell me! Tell me!"

"N-no!"

He brought his hands up to defend his quivering sides from her prying hands, but then a thought struck him. He was bigger than Marjorie now, taller by a good couple of inches, wider, thicker, stronger. That's right, he was stronger than her now, he could over power her easily. So, that's exactly what he did.

He grabbed one of her wrists with one of his hands, and grabbed her waist with his other, he gently, but swiftly, knocked them down to the floor, with her underneath of him. Her arm had gone around his neck, and her leg had come around his hip in the fall, so he was settled between her legs, with on hand on her hip and the other was still around her wrist.

She looked up at him, both their breathing heavy, she licked her lips. "Well, this seems oddly familiar."

That intense look returned to his eyes, he was looking directly into her gaze, there was no wavering, nothing to distract him from her. She wished he would lean down and kiss her already.

"A bit, yeah."

She wasn't sure when she had started whispering, but he was so close to her that she didn't need to speak any louder than that for him to hear her. "Are you gonna tell me to forget about it this time?"

He opened his mouth to respond to her, unconsciously leaning his head down closer to her's, when Mikey banged on his door. "Gee, Ma wants to know if you could drive us back to Franks."

She could feel the growl as much as she could hear it, once again, these goosebumps were starting to piss her off. He rested his head in the crook of her neck and sighed, she just ran her hand through his hair a few times, attempting to calm him down. He placed a kiss on the the exposed flesh of her neck, causing her breathing to hitch momentarily and her eyes to flutter, before picking himself up off of her.

He stood, holding his hand down to help haul her up to a standing position, before he literally stalked up the stairs to his door where poor Michael was still knocking loudly and calling out, "Gee! Geeeeee! Gee!"

Gerard ripped the door open, his eyes narrowed, anger evident in them. "What, do you want."

Mikey shied away from the door slightly, "Well you don't have to growl at me like an animal."

"What do you want Michael."

Mikey's face turned to one of disgusted, Gerard never called him his full name, ever. Great, now he managed to piss his older brother off. Guess asking Gerard to buy them beer was out, he looked like he'd rather murder Mikey right then and there.

"Ma's making dinner, she wants to know if you could drive us back to Frank's for her."

He watched his brother's jaw literally clench, before Gerard let out a deep breath through his nose. "Get your shit now, cause I'm getting in the car. I'm either driving you right this second you're walking your ass over to Frank's, and I don't give a shit if its across town."

Mikey nodded, "Okay, okay, jeez."

Gerard turned back down the stairs, walking back into his room, quickly grabbing his hoodie and his keys. He turned towards Marjorie, who had sat down on his bed with a hough, and for once didn't know what to say to her. It had never really happened before, it wasn't hard to talk to her, and this is what he had always been afraid of. He didn't want their friendship to change, especially if she didn't feel the same way about him as he most certainly felt about her. So, he just went with the easiest thing he could think of.

"I'll be right back, I just have to drop Mikey off at Frank's."

She nodded, not entirely sure what to say herself. "Well, I'll be here."

All he could do was copy her movement and nod, a hand went up to the back of his neck, rubbing softly in his 'I feel awkward' pose. She didn't want him to feel awkward around her, she really didn't. So, she smiled her normal, bright Gerard smile, and stood from his bed, hip bumping him lightly as she past him and walked up the stairs to help Donna with dinner.

He ran a hand over his face, fuck being a overly hormonal teen. That was for sure.

Notes

More teen angst, basically the story of poor Gerard's life.