Playing With Fire

I finally finished moving all the boxes inside. Luckily for me, there was already a decent sized bed in my room already. Not a shitty little kid one for once.
"So where's Gerard?" I asked my mom, taking a short sip of my coffee.
"He's on his way right now," my mom snapped in annoyence. Making sure she wasn't looking, I silently snarled and walked to my room. I pulled out my guitar and began to play Hypnotize by System of a Down.
"You sound great," came a low voice coming from the edge of my door. I hadn't even heard it open.
"Gerard," I greeted with an uneasy Holy-Shit-Hes-Actually-Here smile. "Haven't seen you in a while." I stared up and down his body, taking in the beautiful scenery. His long pepper red hair, his puffy blue vest which appeared to say 'Dead Pegasus'. His facial shape and the way he smirked just made it all. I can't be thinking this, he's my cousin for crying out loud. He looked around my room with an astonished gaze as he noticed all my posters.
"Well someone in the family finally has a good music taste." I laughed a little at his remark and bit my lip.
He looked over and made a single nod at my guitar. "What model?" I handed him my guitar and watched him eye it curiously.
"Scecter. Thats nice." He took the pick sitting on my bed and began playing the best solo I've ever heard. Once he was done, set the guitar down and ran out of the room. He ran back in seconds later with a slim piece of leather, which seemed to be a strap.
"You're gonna need this," he stated.
"Thanks," I nodded in response. I slid the strap onto my guitar and set it down along my the edge of my bed. I sighed and followed Gerard out of my room. We walked over to the boxes and started opening them and rearranging the contents around inside the house. I reached for the next dish to put in the cabinet, but appatently you were going for the same dish. Gerards hand fell atop mine as I grabbed for the dish, immediately retracting it back to his chest.
"S-sorry," I stuttered, trying to hide my blushed red face. I grabbed the dish one more time, secretly making sure his hand was nowhere near. After we had finished unpacking the important stuff, we made our way back downstairs. I flopped down on my bed, not knowing that he followed me to my room.
"W-what are you doing in here?" I asked nervously. "Your room's over there." I pointed across the hall to the other room, containing only a bed.
"I know," he responded. "Just thought I'd stay here and chat a little." I shifted on my bed uneasily, biting my lip a little. The room was uncomfortably silent, just the two of us staring at each other like predator and prey. I gulped as Gerard began walking over to my bed, swaying his hips along the way. With all the other room left on the bed, he chose the spot next to me, so close that we were connected. With a calm hand, he brushed his hair out of his face and looked back over at me, staring at me with curiosity in his eyes. He moved his hand upward to brush his hair out of his eyes again, accodentally swiping his fingertips over my thigh. My face tured red as I felt my pants get smaller, trying to convince myself that they just shrunk.
"Its getting hot in here, isn't it?" I laughed nervously. Out of sudden reaction, I quickly pulled my jacket off and threw it on my lap, hoping you wouldn't catch on. His eyes slanted downwards as he stared me in the eyes and nodded slowly, the seriousness in his face turning to a smirk. I looked nervously around the room with my eyes in all directions, a sly smile on my face, knowing what Gerard were hinting at. His smirk turned into a playful laugh, as he nudged my shoulder.
"Man, I'm starved," Gerard suggested. "Food?" I nodded in agreement and got up with you, slightly worried about my 'problem'. I let it go and followed Gerard to the fridge.

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