Be The Flame In The House Of Cards

I woke up extra early to see Gerard, a bit too early. It was four-fifteen when I groggily pulled myself out of the god damned bed, making my way shakily to the bathroom. I'm not a morning person, but for Gerard, anything is worth it. Making my way to the sink, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with hidden anticipation. The mirror reflected a pale face, smiling uncontrollably, a lip ring shining. And to match with it, was a nose ring and blemishes from failed eyeliner attempts. Eyes of mine were a blend of hazel and brown, big and bright. I pushed some of my raven hair that invaded my vision and grinned wider.

I speed walked to Rosewater Academy, humming a happy tune, from Guns and Roses. Music, I wonder if Gerard has ever heard music. I didn't expect him to know much about music, being in an enclosed space after all. Perhaps another day I'll bring him my music player, and we can rock out. Together.

The lady at the front desk smiled, and I requested to see Gerard. "Excuse me, ma'am, I'd like to visit Gerard Way?" Her face turned into a lopsided smile, and it disturbed me. No, it enraged me. I really wanted to cuss her out, put her in her place, and tell her to get the fuck out of my face.

"Of course," she replied in an annoying tone. "You want to interview the biggest freak on the planet?"

"That 'freak' is my best friend," I told her, gritting my teeth. The nerves of people these days.

"Grow up, can't you make friends with normal kids?"

"You fucking cunt," I spat. "Just do your goddamn job, get me a visitor's pass." She mumbled under her breath. She glared at me while handing me the slip of paper, to which I smiled happily. "Thank you very much."

I got to 217, prying the door open with the key. It was five o clock already. I hope I don't wake up Gerard, maybe he's in a deep sleep or something.

To my surprise, he was awake. He got up from his bed and wrapped his thin arms around me, burying his face into my chest(well...I'm short so he had to bend down a bit). I liked the feel of his arms around me, just like I had dreamed about. His cold skin brushed against mine, causing me to shiver a bit. Gerard, not letting his hands go of my waist had straightened himself. Gerard looked tired, a dark color encircled his eyes. That was just like the day we met. "Hey, Gee, are your eyes okay?" Maybe he was playing with makeup?

"Don't worry about me, sugar!" he squealed. "You just make yourself comfortable."

And to think this guy is supposed to be mute? Mitchell had to be lying. Right?

We sat side by side, and Gee started to braid my hair a little. It was damn cute. I turned to him with a slight grin. "So, I guess you missed me, huh?"

"Yeah, I really did," he said, almost in a tragic tone. "I missed you...a lot."

"Do you think anyone misses you?" I started, trying to get his information out. I needed to get something out of him. Something.

"I would hope so," he glanced sweetly at me. Oh fuck. He missed me.

I weakly grinned back. Not what I was going for, buddy. But still. I wasn't disappointed with his answer.

Notes

new chapter c: