Gerard's P.O.V

Well. Shit.
That's all I really have to say right now. I couldn't believe myself. How fucking stupid was I? Of course Charlot- You know what? It's in the past. What has been done, has been done and has been forgiven for.

I looked down at the sleepy Charlotte in my arms. I smiled as her nose crinkled while she yawned, a tiny squeak escaped her pretty pink lips. I was glad to be her pillow for this afternoon. After having a looong talk (I did most of the talking since Charlie was distracted), we sat down to watch a few movies from the TV inside her bedroom. I glanced at the time. Frank should be back soon. I sighed, relaxing my sore muscles. Mikey wanted to go out for a walk this morning, of course he had to call me and ask me to go with him. I don't understand! Doesn't he realize that I'm too fucking lazy to make myself coffee let alone go for long meaningful walks in a polluted park?

The only reason I came to Frank's house was to spend some time with my best friend and to maybe possibly tease Charlie again. But, of course, Frank was going out to Mikey and Taylor's house and wanted me to take care of Charlie since she was drunk. I was totally fine with taking care of her, I mean, she's fun to be around. Though I must admit, the only contact we have shared is flirting and- Hey! I'm not saying it's horrible, I mean, the sex was amazing. But... It- It's hard to explain.

I may... I may love her. I know, you're probably thinking 'Woah! Hey! That was quick'. First of all, no, second of all, I loved her and to find out that the whole Patrick thing wasn't even... you know what I mean?

"I'm hungry Gee" Charlie mumbled against my chest. "Do you want me to cook you something?" I asked, I was getting ready to get up. "N-No! Stay... I was just expressing my feelings" She pushed me back down. I laughed, pulling her closer. "Expressing your feelings huh?" I quoted. "Exactly. Like your feelings for Frank. You need to express them" She must still be tipsy. "Right. My feelings for Frank" I agreed.

"See you got it!" She mumbled. I rubbed her arm as she drew circles on my chest. "Gerard Honey?" She looked up at me. "Yes?" I loved it when she called me 'honey'. "What is this?" She pointed back and forth between us. I don't even know the answer to that question. What are we now? "Urh. I'm kind of stumped on that question too" (A/N: Badum tish).

"What do you want this to be?" She asked, her big eyes sparkled. "Anything, as long as I'm with you" Really Gerard? Fucking really? You had to say the cheesiest piece of quoted crap to her instead of 'I want to fucking marry you and adopted 400 dogs while taking care of our 200 children'. She smiled and poked my cheek. "You cheesy bastard" She giggled. I kissed her forehead, making her giggle even more. Oh my god! She's so freaking adorable. Everything about this girl is amazing. "Friends?" She asked, raising her perfect eyebrows. My heart faltered. "Urh. Friends" I put a smile on my face. She grinned while wrapping her beautiful coloured arms around me.

"That's it! I'm having a shower! Then we're going to go out dancing, and you're going to pay for dinner, then we'll go back to your house and make out" She got off the bed and strolled into the hallway, I smiled and replied with a cheery 'okay'.

I frowned, her words replaying in my head.
Wait.
What?

Charlotte's P.O.V

"See! Isn't this fun!? Two friends. Hanging out. Venturing out into the midnight buzz" I draped an arm around Gerard's shoulder, moving my free hand out. "The city is alive, it's time to party my dearest dear of all dear's" I unwrapped my arm from him and grabbed his hands. He followed me with an amused smile on his cute little face. I need to stop thinking like that. Like I said, we're just friends. I'd kind of like to keep it like that right now. We linked our pinky's together as we got into the line of the nightclub. "Is that Gerard way? YO! DUDE! You can go in right now!" The security guard waved us over. I sent him an excited smile. We made our way over to the front of the line, earning annoyed groans from the people waiting in the line.

The inside was amazing. It was completely pitch dark besides the crazy lights flashing and the obvious neon bar. As soon as we got inside, people turned and looked at us. Sending us heated and flirty looks. I swallowed the large lump in my throat. You could basically smell the desperation leaking off these party animals. I guess what I'm wearing isn't really good. I was wearing a pair of tight leather jeans, a black and white crop top with a leather, worn out, crumpled black motorcycle jacket. My black boots lightly stepped through the dance floor, Gerard following as close as humanly possible to me as people swarmed around us. The music vibrated the floors and I felt random hands touch my bare skin. Gerard then grabbed my hand tighter. I smirked as I felt him place an arm around my waist in a protective manor.

"Let's go to the bar" He muttered. "Sure thing, boss" I chuckled. We finally got a bar stool. The bartender caught my glance and held it before strutting towards me. He leaned against the bench and looked me up and down. "What can I do you for sugar?" He smiled flirtatiously at me. "What have you got?" I leaned in closer. "Anything, it's on the house" He made an obvious move to look down my shirt. Gerard cleared his throat, his glare was extreme. It looked like the devil himself was possessing his eyeballs. "We'll have two vodka mixes. Try to make them strong and sweet" I sent the bartender a wink before turning to the angry man beside me. "What was that!?" He whispered angrily. "It's called flirting Gee, seriously. Those drinks aren't going to pay themselves without a little fun" I smirked. "Wha-"

"I just got us free drinks. Were you listening at all!?" I laughed. "Oh. Well- uh cool I guess" He frowned. "Come on Gee, lighten up a little!" I poked his shoulder. He grimaced, looking up at me with disappointed eyes. "Don't give me that! Come on! This is fun!" I looked around the club. Our drinks were done and I smiled. "Thank you Mr. Bartender"

***

I placed my arms around his neck as we danced together. My more then normal intoxicated brain was taking over me. I smiled as Gerard's hands moved down to my hips. I laced my fingers through his soft red hair, tugging on it gently. His head moved back, his lips parted in pleasure. I grinned mischievously as I got closer to him. That's when I felt another hand on me. I frowned, when did Gerard have 3 hands? I then felt this arm tugging me away from the waist. I was roughly pulled away from Gerard, a man the same size as him was smirking down at me. Who the fuck are you and why did you steal me away? This random man started grinding on me. My eyes widened and I gasped.

My eyes caught onto Gerard and I saw the same thing being done to him but by a short haired girl. I felt a little bit of rage run through me. Who the hell do these people think they are? AND why the fuck is she grinding on my man!? I tried to push the random guy away from me, but he was dedicated to grinding on my leg, like a fucking dog or some shit. Just as I pushed him away, I saw a fist fly straight past me and into the random man's face. I gasped for the second time that night. The fist was connected to a very angry Gerard. He stood still, his clenched jaw was sharp, his fist was that tight that his knuckles were white. I then saw the girl behind him, still trying to dance with him. I rolled my eyes and flattened my hand out. Bringing it up and slapping the girl down. No one dances with my man like a fucking slut.

This is how it started. This is how a simple dance turned into a big fight. I was one on one with the girl I now know as 'Casey' and Gerard was fighting with a guy name 'Jason'. Jason got up, wiping his bleeding lip before glaring at Gerard and sending him a few heavy punches to the face. While I was too busy watching, Casey jumped up and punched me in the gut. I stumbled back, wincing in the sudden pain.

"Oh. Now you're getting it" I spat. I lunged forward, grabbing her head and bring it to my awaiting knee. I pushed her shoulders back, Her body was crumpled forward. I kicked her in the stomach, sending her back up. Thank god I got fighting lessons. I brought me arm back, balling up my right hand and bringing it up to her nose. A loud crack rang out and I smiled. Broken. She started crying while touching her nose. "You bitch!" She shouted. I grinned until she jumped onto me. Bringing me to the ground. I fell on my back and groaned. Her tiny body straddled me as she laid slap after slap across my face. My cheeks were burning after all the hits I took. She then punched my mouth. Making my lip bleed. I grabbed her wrists, rolling us over so I was on top. I pinned her wrists above her head and spat in her face. She cringed, her face contorting in disgust. "Nobody dances with my man besides me" I growled.

I held her wrists in one hand as I threw my fist into her cheek. Her nose was bleeding, her lip was bleeding, her cheekbone had a few nasty cuts and a light bruise was forming on both of her cheeks. I smiled in achievement. I let go of her wrists and looked up when I heard a loud grunt. Holy shit. Gerard was getting punched in the face, that was until his eyes caught mine. Anger flashed through his hazel orbs. Gerard shoved Jason back, kicking him in the lower stomach. He then sent him another blow to the face. By this time, the whole crowd around us watched. Some were cheering and some were genuinely worried. I should have noticed the girl beneath me more. She reached out and latched her hand onto my neck. Piercing her claw-like nails into my skin. I flinched at the sudden pain.

Her other arm grabbed one side of my face as she rolled over and brought my head clashing towards the ground. I squinted my eyes as a headache was forming. She wrapped her legs around me but I was quicker. I grabbed her face and pushed her away. She let go of me as I stood up, staggering a little. I repeatedly kicked the girl in the stomach, grunting with every movement I made. She squealed out in pain. There was loud shouting and suddenly my hands were grabbed and placed behind my back. My eyes were still kept on the curled up girl on the ground. "Don't ever fucking mess with me" I shouted. I was being pulled away and that's when I saw the police uniforms. Fuck. Gerard was being shoved forward by a police officer, his hands were being held behind his back as well.

I got pushed out of the nightclub and thrown up against the bonnet of the car, my head hitting it. The police officer handcuffed me and pulled me back up by my hair. I glared at him as he opened the back of the police van and shoved me into it. I groaned, trying to get myself up and onto the seats provided. Gerard was then thrown in after me. His hair was covering his face as he got onto his knees. The doors were then shut with a loud bang. I slid on the chair and towards him. "Are you okay?" I asked, trying to look at his face. A tiny giggle escaped his lips and I small smile slowly made it's way onto my face.

I looked him over and I had to admit, he looked sexy as fuck. I bit my lip. 'Just friends. Just friends' my mind repeated. Oh fuck. We're just friends. He's not actually my- oh my god. I beated the shit out of that poor girl for her attempt on flirting with him. My drunken state didn't care about that. I looked away for a moment. "Are you okay?" his voice startled me. "Me? Psh. I'm fine" I grinned. I then saw his face, his eyes latching onto mine. It was almost like slow motion. His devilish grin turned into that of a small smile. He leaned forward. Our lips almost touching when the van lurched forward. I squealed as I fell forward, landing on top of Gerard. The sound of a groan mixed with laughter was the first thing I heard. I looked up at him, this whole hands being handcuffed behind my back is a bit of a bitch right now.

I started laughing at our stupidity, joining in with his. He pushed himself up by his elbows. I slowly pulled myself up with the help of his inclining chest. We were then sitting in front of each other after a while of fixing ourselves into a comfy sitting position. Hey! We basically don't have hands right now, it's hard trying to sit after lying down like this. I got a closer look at his face and my smile disappeared. I sat back and tried to lift my binded hands under my legs. I finally did it and when I did I touched his bruised and bloodied face. "Oh Gee, your face" I sighed in guilt. "Is it that bad?" He asked. "Well..." Yeah. His pale skin was littered with bruises and cuts. Blood basically poured from his nose and the top of his hairline. The bleeding had stopped now, but it still looked like it was never ending. I bit my lip and he nodded his head.

"It's bad" he muttered. "Not that bad" I smiled. "It's pretty hot to be honest" I continued. Why did you say that? Out of all the things-

"I was just thinking the same about you" He quietly laughed. "Look at you" His eyes scanned my face as he continued speaking. "It isn't too bad is it though?" I raised my eyebrows. Hopefully I won't have to cake makeup over my face. "No. Definitely not bad. You have like a cut there" He repositioned his handcuffs under his legs like I did before. He reached out and touched my lip. I winced as he touched the cut. "Owie" I pouted. "Sorry" He chuckled. "Then you like have a light bruise here" He caressed my cheek. "You have like these... claw marks on your neck" His fingers lightly grazed my neck. "Then you have a bruise here, which you can see" His hand moved down my chest and onto my bare stomach. A few goosebumps attacked my skin where he touched, a shiver ran down my spine.

I brought my connected hands closer to his face, where I touched his badly bruised cheek. His messy red hair looked amazing though, I had to admit that as well. "My poor Geebear" I whispered, caressing his face. His eyes met mine once again, our faces were getting closer. I felt his warm breath on my face. Then the car stopped and the doors opened. A bright light was shining on our faces and I recoiled, bringing both my hands to block the beaming light.

The police officer muttered a few things before dragging me out. I fell out of the van and onto the ground below. I groaned as my aching body met and befriended the awaiting cement. I got picked up roughly. The police officer then started speaking to me about something random. "... It's a shame that my daughters like you two..." He muttered. I smirked in amusement.

***

We were sitting beside each other in an empty cell. Our hands were free from those ungodly chains. I was almost asleep by the time the door opened. I looked up from my hands and saw two disappointed faces. "Gerard Way and Charlotte Holmes. You're free to go" The officer folded his arms over his chest. I looked over at the two people with him. Mikey and Jacob. I closed my eyes. "God help me" I muttered. Gerard chuckled and nudged my arm. I looked at him and he winked. "Come on Charlie bear" He grinned, getting up from the metal seat and grabbing my hand. I got up and held onto his bloodied hand as we walked towards the exit of the jail cell. Jacob sent me a 'We need to talk' glare while Mikey sent me a 'What the fuck happened' glare. I sighed, looking at my feet as we walked out into the cold night air.

Notes

Hey guys,
So. Wa-ha-hey!
That was fun to write. I'm really sorry, I'm trying to lengthen this out a little more.
Some exciting shit is happening soon,
Mostly to do with a couple. I've decided to change a few things as well.
Hopefully in the end, you will all like it.



I couldn't help myself.
I was trying to find the GIF that was actually related to this chapter but I thought this one was gold.

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