I've seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

The song went on throughout the restaurant. Gerard said this place was going to be a lot less fancy than it actually was. I was in a black dress, plain pantyhose, and some black flats, while many of the women in the fancy-ass restaurant were dressed in lavish gowns and had their necks decorated in jewels.
"Gerard... are you sure we're in the right place?" was the first thing I said when we walked in. The outside was nowhere as glamorous, just a plain brick building, but on the inside, the walls were a velvet red and gold chandeliers hung from the ceilings. It was somewhere a celebrity would eat.
"I'm... pretty sure..." We approached the clerk, who was standing at a desk near the door, who looked us up and down with a puzzled expression. His eyes suddenly widened in realization.
"You two must be Mister and Missus Way, correct?" I felt a blush rise in my cheeks thinking of being married to Gerard, but brushed it off and smiled in response. The man handed us a menu and showed us to our table on the other side of the restaurant. "Mr. Rickly will be joining you soon," the waiter said simply, then walked off to help someone else.
"Rickly...?" I asked.
"Producer for our album."
"Oh."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at our menus, until I heard Gerard sigh. I turned to him to find a smile on his face. "What?"
"How did I get someone as beautiful as you?"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Really, how?"
"Just lucky, I guess," I replied, and reached out to grab his hand when someone pulled up a chair and sat next to me. A blonde man in a suit held out his hand.
"Hi, Geoff Rickly. Just call me Geoff. Producer of Gerard here's album. Haven't seen you before."
"I'm Rose," I replied and shook his hand. "Gerard's girlfriend." Me and Gee exchanged looks for a second.
"Oh, Gerard, you got quite the girl here!" He laughed. He had a hearty laugh, one that filled a whole room. He scooted his chair in and turned to Gerard. "Hi, Gerard, how are you?" They exchanged some small talk while I looked through the menu, still unsure of what I wanted. Everything here was fancy. All I wanted was some pasta or something, but no, I have to have "pumpkin ravioli with hazelnut brown butter sauce and balsamic drizzle". Soon enough, the waiter came to the table, asking us what we wanted.
"U-Uh... can I just have, like... plain spaghetti with tomato sauce?" I asked. The waiter gave me a confused look before scribbling it down onto her notepad and walking away.
"So, Rose, tell me about yourself," Geoff blurted out and turned to me.
"Oh, well... I'm 17. Sophomore in highschool. Well, junior now. Don't have that much to say, actually."
"Oh, you must be an interesting girl if Gerard of all people decided to date you."
"I'm really not."
"Rose, don't say that!" Gerard whined. "She's so amazing and sweet. Almost been dating for a year now. Got some matching tattoos."
"Oh, can I see?" We both held up our ring fingers to show him our tattoos. He smiled. "Young love."

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"Waiter!" Geoff called after a waitress who passed by, "grab us a bottle of your finest champagne!"
"Uh, Geoff," Gerard started, but I interrupted him in a sudden streak of fear of being around someone drunk.
"We don't drink. At all." I didn't wanna say that my mother got drunk and beat me and now I feared drunk people, so I just said I didn't drink.
"Oh, c'mon! Just try it!"
"We're both underage." I snapped.
"That doesn't matter!" he yelled. The waiter promptly returned with a large bottle of the fizzy alcohol and three glasses. She poured it into the glasses, it filling up past the rim and spilling out a little, and handed it to us. Geoff immediately took a swig, gulping down the entire glass. He poured another and downed it in under 30 seconds. I discreetly scooted my chair away from Geoff and reached my hand under the table to find Gerard's. Tonight was gonna be a long one.

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"A-And then... then I- hic!- I t-t-told hi.... him to go FU-FUCK OFF!" Geoff exclaimed, laughing his ass off once he finished. He was terribly drunk. and I terribly uncomfortable. Gerard was frantically looking around, trying to find something to distract him probably.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Gerard hissed through his teeth. Before I could protest, he was already walking off.
"S-So... honeyyyy," Geoff turned to me and started, "looooks l-like your boyfr-fr-friend... abandoned you!" He started laughing, at what I don't know. Oh god, it was like the night Gerard got drunk all over again. I tensed up in my seat as I felt Geoff's hand touch my thigh.
Please don't do this.
Gerard, come back.
Oh god. His hand was creeping up my leg.
Gerard, please come back. Or at least, someone notice and help.
"STOP!" I screamed and stood up.
"Oh, R-Rosey Rose, Roooose, Rose... c'mon. I kn-kn-know you want meeeee!" He replied, grinning ear from ear. It made me sick. A waitress came running to my side, hugging me.
"Honey, what did he do to you?" the woman frantically asked. Geoff suddenly got up and tried to walk towards me. I screamed again and took a step back. Some other people got up and held Geoff back. I wriggled out of the woman's grasp and dashed to the bathrooms, completely unaware of what I was doing. I burst into the men's bathroom, a blabbering mess.
"Rose? Oh my god, what happened?" Gerard asked, immediately taking me into his arms.
"Geoff... Drunk...." I started sobbing, and then my asthma set in. I was a blabbering, crying, gasping mess.
"Did he... touch you?"
"... almost..." He suddenly pulled away, but I still gripped onto his shirt.
"I'm so sorry, Rose."
"Can... can-can we go home?"
"Of course."

Notes

sorry for not updating! the last two weeks have been hectic, but now i'm on summer break so i can update regularly now