Maybe They'll Leave You Alone But Not Me

I slowly came back around to consciousness. I felt around me and panic began to set in. I opened my eyes to find myself in a red room on a bed with a black comforter on top of me. I jumped up and found my backpack beside the bed. I went through and made sure all my things were in there before going outside the room. I followed the smell of bacon and -Green Day?- until I reached the kitchen. Standing in front of the stove was a guy with black hair dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, frying bacon and doing a little dance to what was definitely Green Day.

"Uh, Hello?"

He jumped around in mild suprise, bringing the hot grease with him.

"OW! Shit. Hot, Hot, Hot!" He went to the sink and began to run cool water over his hand. I went to the mess on the floor and picked up the pan with a pot holder. He turned the water off and moved to help me.

" You don't have to do that. I got it."

"Um, you're kinda burnt and I have no idea who you are or where I am."

"Oh, I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. You are in my humble abode because you were unconscious from the little tumble we took last night."

Oh yeah, I thought. I helped clean up the remainder of the mess and then help wrap his hand up. After it all, we sat down at his table and ate breakfast. I quickly wolfed down a biscuit and a few pieces of bacon because I didn't know when I'd see food again.

"So, um what's your name?" He asked while putting jam on his biscuit.

"Irina Stone."


"Irina, that's a cool name. So, whatcha running for?”
“Um, well, it’s personal.” I could not trust him yet. He didn’t push but simply continued to eat. I finished what was on my plate and went to wash it off.

“You can just leave it. I’ll do them.”
“I’ll do them because you took me in and fed me.” I smiled and took his now empty plate. I rinsed them and went to look for the soap. I couldn’t find any, but when I turned around to ask him, he was leaning against the counter watching me. I blushed and stood there awkwardly as he came and handed me the bottle. I muttered a thank you and continued to wash the dishes. I finished and then walked into the living room, where Gerard sat playing with the ends of his hair.
“I should probably go.” He looked up at me and I saw sorrow in his eyes. A single tear slid down his face and I walked and sat beside him.
“What’s wrong? I hope this isn’t because I’m leaving. We just met!”
He laughed and wiped the tear from his eye. “No, you see my grandmother just past away. We were very close and I miss her.”
“I’m sorry. I know how hard it can be to lose someone close. My parents were killed in a car crash.” MY voice trembled slightly. I never talked about it much, but I felt as if it would bring him comfort to know that I knew what he felt. He slowly raised his face to meet mine.
“Im sorry.”
“It’s okay. I was running from my foster home. It was a bad situation.”
“ Do you need a place to stay? The guestroom is hardly ever used. It could be yours.” Whoa. I did not expect that. Somehow, I expected it. But could I trust him? His hazel eyes searched mine expectantly, waiting for my answer.
“If you don’t mind..”
“Great! We can pick up a few things later. My brother is coming soon, so I have to get ready. Help yourself to my TV or music collections.” With that, he went down the hall. A few moments later, I heard the shower start up. I looked around his living room. On one wall, shelves upon shelves had music on them. Green Day, Nirvana, Bring me the Horizon lined the first shelf. I loved all of his music. While I was browsing, the door bell rang. I went to it, and looked through the peephole, paranoid my foster dad had found me. Instead, a guy with glasses that looked like a younger Gerard stood there. I opened the door and a look of surprise came across their face.
“Hi, you must be Mikey. I’m Irina.” I moved to let him in. Mikey walked straight to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I sat in the chair opposite from him.
“So Irina, tell me about yourself. How did you and my brother meet?”
“Well, I um, ran into him last night.”
“And had a pretty nasty fall and ended up unconscious, so I brought her here.” said a very handsome Gerard from behind me. He had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt with a black vest. I couldn’t help but stare as he sat down beside Mikey.
“Well, that is a very interesting way to meet.” Mikey said with a questioning tone.
“Irina, would you like to freshen up before we go grocery shopping?” I took that as they needed some time to talk.
“Um, sure.”
“Okay, the towels are in the cabinet on the top shelf in the guest bathroom. Shampoo, Conditioner, and body wash is in the left corner of the shower. Pull the knob thing up to start the shower.” He smiled and I got up and went into my new room. I got my bag and pulled out my skinny jeans and my red tee. I went into the bathroom, started the shower and began to relax as the water ran over my skin.

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