Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Gerard's POV}
"Dude, I've never seen you this sober on a night like this! C'mon, drink something!" Frankie screamed in my ear over the loud music reverberating through the small bar, bursting into the streets. I grinned at him as I took another swig of my beer.

We'd been her for about three hours. And I still had managed not to get myself totally and utterly shitfaced, unlike Frankie, who you could smell the alcohol on. It was bizarre, I was always the first to get drunk, and sometimes the only one. I had an addiction, a bad one. I couldn't get rid of it. But somehow, someway, for the first time in my existence, I had not been the first to get drunk. I still wasn't drunk.

"Nah man, I'm good with this for now." I screamed back to Frankie. He shrugged at me and his small figure disappeared into the growing, pulsing crowd of drunken, young adults. I observed my surroundings, taking a sip of beer every now and then.

Then I began to think. Dangerous, right? But, my normal thoughts of self destruction and comics and lyrics and depression didn't fill my mind. Nor did the rush of performing on stage, or the fear I felt. My family didn't, my past experiences. Only one thing appeared in the black pit of my mind.

One single name. One face.

Quinn Matthews.

I had never been so hooked on a girl I had met that day. Love at first site was not something I strongly believed in. But yet, that tiny, anxiety-ridden, problem filled blond girl bounced through my mind. I touched my lips as I replayed that kiss in my mind. I felt her cold, tiny hands running through my hair, I felt her waist in my hands.

Was she why I wasn't drunk? Was that girl the reason I refused to let myself wash away in the bliss of alcohol? Did I miss her already? I had just dropped her off! Was I worried about her? It's not like anything wrong could happen.

I held my head in my hands. Why was this person taking control of my mind!? Why was she still up there?

This feeling. This pounding in my chest when I thought of her. The quickening of breath, the tingling sensation that ran up my spine and through my arms, down to me hands. The way my hair stood on end. The way my lips felt like they were missing something. How my body switched from cold to hot over and over again.

This feeling. This odd sensation. I couldn't figure it out. I just needed to be... near her. As close to her as I possibly could be. I wanted our lips to meet each other. I wanted her hands in mine. I wanted to hold her close to me.

This feeling that made me giddy and tingly. I couldn't figure it out. I had never felt this way about another girl before. Especially one I had just met, who I had picked up off the streets.

I needed to be near her. I needed to be with her now. This feeling. It drove my feet to lift me up and walk over to Frankie. It made me say, "Frank, I'm heading out, catch you at the apartment." It carried me out the door and down the near-empty streets of Jersey.

It carried me straight to the apartment I had just stopped at. My heart beat quickened with every step, my breath picked up with every inch we came closer. My body began to grow tingly. My lips widened into my crooked smile, my eyes stuck on that one building.

This feeling. This feeling only had one name.

Love.

Yes, I believe I had fallen head over heels in love with Quinn Matthews.

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