Once I’d woken up, Amy pressured me to stay for at least another week. Gerard had no problem staying with me almost the whole time, and Frank visited at least a few times a day. Apparently Mikey was staying with Frank until the both of us came home. Gerard couldn’t stop talking about how great Mikey was at playing the guitar with Frank, and Frank would boast about how amazing Gerard was at singing. They bickered about who was better constantly, you would think they were a married couple. It was Frank who’d originally brought up the idea of a band, but they weren’t really sure about it. I tried to encourage Gerard to do it, but he wanted to focus on me getting better.

I’d finally gotten around to accepting Casey’s death. I cried constantly for the next couple days after I’d found out, even having a mourning session with Mikey in the hospital church. It was a crucial moment, I think at least. Not only did me and Mikey try to talk to her, like our own mini-funeral session, but we really grew closer over the whole experience. Although I had to comfort Gerard multiple times. I swear the second I talk to another guy he’ll get all defensive, it’s like he thinks I’m going to hop on the first dick I see. I love to know he cares, but sometimes, he gets overzealous. Gerard had also let me know that this whole thing had happened because of one of Zack’s drunken misadventures. At least this would be his final one. I made my peace in the hope that if Casey went to hell, it would be to torture him for the rest of eternity.

After a week or so, it was finally time for me to head home. I never realized how much I’d missed Gerard’s house. It was nice for us to sleep in our own bed, watch our own TV, eat our own food. I was deprived of my Mountain Dew for so long I could hardly stay alert for more than five minutes before going all ADD. Not my fault Gee refuses to buy me my fix. Some people are addicted to alcohol, others are addicted to smoking. I personally chose a slightly healthier route with an addiction to caffeine, it rotted my stomach instead of my lungs. I think I’ll hide the coffee machine somewhere one morning, maybe then he’ll understand. Or just kill me. Maybe.

A few weeks later and my face and torso were almost completely healed., and I’d gained some of my weight back. I still was a bit tiny but at least my hideous thigh gap was gone. I still had some of my ribs showing, but gaining my weight back in my thighs had left me with these wicked curves, and I had to admit, they were sexy as fuck. I think Gerard enjoyed them too. I’d basically given up on an actual school degree and joined Frankie in online classes. Well. more like I would sit there and Frankie would do my work for me. What a great friend.

I’d never really gotten around to unpacking, most of my stuff still sat in the blue duffle bag I’d just thrown in the corner. I’d attempted to unpack once, as noted by it actually being unzipped, but then I heard the familiar voice of Ben Cumberbatch coming from the TV in the living room.
Unpacking…
Sherlock.
Unpacking..
Sherlock.
I think it’s obvious which one I had chosen.

I fumbled through the items inside the bag, carefully hanging clothes back in my side of the closet. Not like it mattered, my and Gerard basically wore the same things. I was hanging the last three shirts- a Misfits, Nirvana, and a black top with some white hearts on the front- when I heard steps behind me. I could hear Gerard’s voice as he walked closer to the room, talking on the phone to someone.

“Yep.. Alright, perfect. See you Monday.” He clicked off his phone and lifted me from the ground, turning me so I faced him. He kissed me quickly and I wrapped my arms around him. I just couldn’t get enough of this man. He was almost as important as caffeine. Almost.

“Who was that?” I asked, interested.

“That was a buddy of mine, Ray. I don’t think you’ve met him yet. He’s an old friend of mine from school. He’s an amazing guitar player.” You could feel his smile radiating from a mile away. I broke off the hug and put my feet on the ground and faced him, eyes wide.

“So that means-“

“Yea, baby. We’re starting a band.” I couldn’t contain my excitement and I jumped up and down like a little kid. “Me, Mikey, Ray, Frank, and a buddy of ours from Chicago. Frank’s dad knows some people in the business and we’re gonna go and record some samples with him. If he likes it we’ll go from there.” The look on his face, you could tell he was just as excited about it as I was.

“So you’re going to be dating a famous singer, and a very sexy one, if I might add.” He leaned over and our lips connected briefly. I couldn’t help myself.

“Cool. Frank’s going to be singing, right?” He backed off, abruptly breaking off our kiss and stormed off out of our room. Shit, did he really take it that seriously?

I ran off in his direction, right at his heels. “Gee? Baby come on, it was just a joke. Gerard. Gerard.” I’d followed him to the door. He was fumbling to open the door, which gave me enough time to get within arms reach of him. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, making him face me. He opened his mouth in protest but I didn’t want to hear it. My lips crashed into his full force. We barely were going at it for five seconds before our tongues began to intertwine with one another. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he started to walk through the hallway. Everything that had happened; The crazy phone calls, the teasing, my denied pleasures, all our worries and stressful situations that had happened with in the last few months had all built up inside the both of us, and was now all being released one huge tangle of sexual frustration and need. I knew how much I wanted-no, needed this man, and I knew he felt the same.

I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged lightly, to which I was rewarded with a small and throaty groan from Gerard. He turned into our bedroom and closed the door, clicking the lock behind us. I broke off the kiss for air and fluttered my eyes open, and to my joy he did the same. We gazed into each other’s eyes. His hazel irises were filled with a certain fire I had only seen once before, and seemed a few shades darker than usual, which was a huge turn on. He wanted me just as much as I needed him.

“Please, no more games.” I pleaded. I forced a kiss on his lips again with desperation. This was something that never happened with my ex. Anytime he had sex with me, it was always about him. His pleasure, his release. This, right now, was more than that. We needed each other, and I couldn’t wait any longer. And a certain bulge making its presence known at the front of his jeans told me he couldn’t either.

Notes

So since it's 11:30 at night, I'll leave you with this cliffhanger. Next chapter will finally be Hannard smut x3 (BTW, Hannard sounds a bit... meh. If you can come up with a better shipping name, PLEASE let me know. Love you guys <3)

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