The boy on the posters

"It's my wife."
He opened the car door and got out. "This will just be a moment." He said, then closed the door and stepped away from the car. I watched him as he talked to his wife until I had enough. I started my car and drove off. I looked at him in the rear view mirror. He looked puzzled but I didn't care. I just kept driving. I drove until I found myself at home.
When I got out of my car, I marched up to my front door and unlocked it, then stomped in and plopped onto my couch. I covered my face with a couch pillow and let out a loud scream, but it was muffled by the pillow. The scream felt good. I had been holding so many emotions inside since I got to the concert and it was just driving me crazy. We had kissed. It was so amazing and absolutely perfect and just everything I had hoped kissing Gerard Way would be. It was like a dream come true. He told me he liked me a lot. He liked me. It was exciting to think about, but then I remembered Lindsey. He may have liked me, but he loved her. He loved her so much that he married her. He was happy with her.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door. I peeled myself off of my couch and went to open it. I opened the door and saw Gerard. I went to slam the door shut, but he jammed his foot in the way so I couldn't close it.
What do you want, Gerard?" I asked him from behind the door. "I just want to talk...and apologize." I heard him say. "Apologize for what? Being happy? Being with the girl of your dreams?" I replied. I heard him sigh, and I moved away from the door and opened it. I looked at him and noticed he had tears pooling in his eyes. I lifted his head so his eyes met mine. "What's wrong, Gee?" I asked him. The tears finally spilled over. "I don't know, Frank. I have so many mixed up emotions inside my head right now. I love Lindsey, but when I'm near you... I just feel so..happy. I know it's crazy since we only met a while ago today, but... I think I might be falling for you. Hard." I moved away from the door and allowed him to come in. There was a lot we needed to talk about...

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