The Fic Without a Title

He hugged me. It was quick and he ran away as soon as he let me go, but he hugged me nonetheless.
I walked off to the guest room, putting the pillow over my face and breathing in deeply. It smelled like Gerard, kind of like cinnamon and hints of what I assumed was the fruity shampoo he uses.
My mind started to wander over everything that happened. Gerard’s lips were so soft, it was amazing. I could’ve kissed him forever if he’d let me, and maybe he’d let me one day.
There was no way I’d ever try to force him to do anything that he didn’t want to do again. I already saw how far away that pushed us the first time, and I don’t want to do that again.
But, God, I loved kissing him. I had kissed other people before, but those seemed insignificant compared to this.
My lips were still tingling from it, and I smiled every time I thought about it.
I knew I was already falling in love with him, it seemed inevitable that I’d end up being head over heels for him soon, which was fine by me.
For him I’d keep falling.
I really wanted to sleep, and I tried. It’s just that my mind was racing and it just wouldn’t turn off.
If Gerard and I ended up being in a relationship, I didn’t want it to be like Pete and Mikey’s, where it seemed like Pete’s happiness was totally dependent on Mikey.
Sleep finally found me when I curled in Gerard’s pillow, sometime around 3.

Notes

ayyy short chapter
-lovelikewarped