Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Gerard's POV}
"RUN GEE RUN!" I hear Quinn scream at the top of her lungs. Then a shot is fired and I hear a little squeal.

"SHIT!" I shout as I try to walk into the room. A small hand squeezes mine and I'm spun on my heels, and then desperately trying to keep up with the quick feet leading me away. I quickly glance to see who could possibly be holding on to me and see a short blond.

"Q, what the fuck just happened!?" I yelled at her as we flew down the stairs. I was running next to her now, her little legs trying to keep up with my long strides. She pulls me out of the building and into the street. She looks around with fear in her eyes, and... tears?

"Quinn. What just happened?" I asked again as she took off down the street, towards where I had just come. We were almost all the way down the street, I was angrily hitting her on all sides with questions, when we heard a commotion on the other end.

"WHERE'D SHE GO!?" Quinn screams and picks up the pace until we disappear into the crowded bar I had just left. She weaves through the drunk, swaying crowd and I hold onto her hand tightly as she disappears in front of me. We make it to the way back when she stops.

"Q. You gotta tell me what's happening." I place my thin, artist's hands on her little shoulders, but god she makes me look so huge. I feel something warm and sticky and I pull my hand away. I look at the palm of my hand and see it covered in a good amount of blood.

"Quinn! You've gotta get to a hospital! Now!" I grab her hand and start to lead her off but she slips her hand out of my grip. I turn to her and she says something that I can't hear over the loud music and screaming drunks.

"WHAT!" I scream to her and lean in close. She grabs my hand and drags me to a room in the back of the bar. It's notably quieter and quite less crowded.

"He'll find me. We can't go anywhere until everyone leaves. We need cover. Shit. Why did you have to come. You screwed everything up!" Quinn worries all in one breath. I raise an eyebrow and cock my head like a dog.

"My stepfather kind of wants to kill me. And so does my best friend." She explains shortly.

"Haha same here." I laugh, thinking she's joking. She shakes her head, dead serious, looking straight into my eyes.

"No. Like they just tried to kill me and-" She winces and I remember her arm.
This whole explaining thing would have to weight, I quickly scooped her up in my arms, bridal style, and she tried to jump out, but I pulled her back down.

"You need to go to a hospital." I grinned a bit I began to walk out.

"NO I CAN'T." She screams into my ear. I look into her eyes. She rips off her sweatshirt and looks at the wound. It's not really deep, but it's pretty bloody. She wraps the sweatshirt around her arm and then looks back up at me with tear-filled eyes.

"I'll explain everything. We just need to hide out here until everyone leaves." She bites her lip and I nod my head.

"Well we might as well make the most of it." I say, and then I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are so soft against mine as she runs her hands through my mass of messy raven hair. It feels so good to kiss her. It feels so good to hold her in my arms.

Damn she's light.

Notes

Idek.