The World is Ugly

When we got back to the hotel, Gerard's phone started ringing. "Hello?" he answered. the person on the other line started yelling and he put him on speaker. It was Frankie.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS WE'RE FUCKING WORRIED!" he yelled.
"Dude, calm down. We're at the hotel," I replied.
"You're--what? WHY? We're worried sick."
"Gee signed me out."
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls?!"
"Because my stuff is at your house?"
"... oh."
"Anyways, I think we should go out tonight. Celebrate our new band properly," Gerard butt in.
"Yeah. Sounds good. How about a buffet or something. 'round 9?"
"Yeah. See you."

~*~ TIME ELAPSE ~*~

I dressed in the nicest-looking but not exactly clothes I had: 3-inch heels that I really couldn't walk in, a black hi-lo skirt, and a tank top. When I came out of the bathroom (we've already had sex, but still won't change in front of eachother), Gerard just stared at me.
"I-I've never seen you in a skirt before."
I giggled. "I know. I don't wear them much. But I have a shit ton of them." I spun around a bit. "Anyways, we should be going now, right? It's like, 8."
He nodded and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room. I accidentally touched the saran wrap that was around his ring finger and I couldn't help but smile.

~*~ MORE TIME ELAPSED ~*~

"Uh, there should be a group of three waiting for us already," Gerard told the man at the counter. Still, he raised an eyebrow. "Sir, there's many people waiting for many people. It seems to be very busy on weekday nights."
Gee sighed. "A blonde," the man shook his head, "black-haired kid, like mine," he shook his head again, "and a guy with an afro?" The clerk shook his head yes.
"Booth in the back, near the windows."

We went to the back of the really large, strangely busy buffet to find the rest of them there. "Hey," I said. They saw me and smiled. I sat on the other side of the booth with Gee.
"What's the thing around your fingers?" Ray asked. Me and Gee stuck our ring fingers up to show our new tattoos.
"I'M GOING TO DIE FROM HOW CUTE A COUPLE YOU GUYS ARE!" Mikey groaned.
"Known eachother a month and you got matching tattoos?" Frankie asked. "Dedicated."

Eventually we got up to get our food. It was supposed to be an Asian buffet, but most of the food was American. I settled with several slices of pizza, French fries, and a donut. I am the embodiment of the American culture. As we ate, we talked about how it felt getting our first tattoos and I joked a lot about Gerard's little shaking episode. When we had finished our food, we all raised our glasses and gave a toast. They yelled, "TO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!" and I just went along. As everyone else chugged their soda, I turned toward Gee. "Your Chemical Romance?"
"We're calling the band My Chemical Romance."
"My idea!" Mikey said.

It was getting late and the restaurant was about to close, so we paid and left. We said our goodbyes to the rest before me, Mikey, and Gerard walked home in silence. Not silence in a bad way, we were just all tired.

The second we got home, Mikey fell asleep. Me and Gee, however, stayed awake whispering things like, "I'll love you forever," and, "I'll never leave you," and the such. I didn't realize how pretty his eyes were until now.

In a month and two weeks, I had already:

-been beaten
-been almost drowned
-met a boy
-made out with a boy
-almost killed
-got a boyfriend
-thought I saw my dad
-had sex
-had champagne, and almost got drunk
-almost died

Things were much more eventful here than it ever was in Portland. And I liked that. I softly kissed Gerard, pulling away after a few seconds, but when I did, he pulled me back in. After about 2 minutes, I had to pull away to breathe. "You're very passionate when you kiss," I whispered, talking about the way he enjoys using tongue.
"Only when I kiss you."
"Y'know, that truth or dare kiss was my first one."
"Really?"
"Yeah. When was yours?"
"Well, that was mine too." In the dim lights coming from outside, I could see he was blushing. I probably was too. We kissed again, and I held him close.
"I've only known for a short while, Gee. But I love you. So, so much. I feel safe around you. Like nothing or no one could ever hurt me if you're around. I feel like there's just... a certain connection between us, y'know? Is that weird?"
"No, not at all. I feel the same. I love you so fuckin' much. Rose Harley."
"Maybe our infinity can be our always?" I asked, referencing TFIOS.
"They mean literally the same exact thing."
"I knoooow, I just wanted to say something that sounded slightly romantic."
"I love you, Rose Harley. And I know that oblivion can't be avoided, we're a tiny speck of dust in the mess of life, and that one day the sun with swallow the earth, and that I love you."
"That is, like, barely like the actual quote."
"I tried, okay?"
"Some infinities are larger than other infinities. Let's make our the largest." I was terrible at the being romantic. "Do you have a middle name, Gee?"
"Arthur."
"How 'bout I be Gus and you're Hazel Grace?"
"Fine." He gave me a peck on the forehead and I wrapped my arms around my neck. He felt the scabs from the cuts on my left arm and started kissing the scars. It was weird, but really cute at the same time. "Promise me you'll stop hurting yourself?"
"If you stop drinking."
"I promise."
I fell asleep to the beat of his heart.

Notes

so uh i've been asked about reviewing people's story (which, i haven't even finished the one i'm reading right now) but if any of you want me to critique your fic i'm more than willing to! please note i write as a hobby, and i'm no where as good as some writers on here, so my advice may not be the best.

so uh here's some writing tips i guess??
- i reccomend making a web (like the ones you do at school before you write papers) to help you plan out ideas for a chapter/entire fic. i actually don't do this (i'm waaaay too impulsive with my writing to plan everything out) but it helps prevent thinking of things that could happen later in the fic and hinting towards them in a chapter, and then said thing never actually happens
- listen to music if it helps you! i highly suggest using 8tracks or things of the sort to find playlists meant to help inspire your writing, there's even some meant for when you're writing in a specific situation!
- don't let anyone distract you
- dictionary.com and the sister websites, thesaurus.com and reference.com need to become your best friends, along with google
- research things you aren't sure about!

and that's really all i have??