Crime Of Passion

"Your house is cute," she giggled. I ran my nervous hands up and down my legs. I wanted to ask her in and show her horror movies now, but I was scared that Mikey was home. That would mean that I would have to take her into my room. I had pill bottles and trash everyone, and on top of that, the room reeked of alcohol. I didn't want her seeing what I mess I was.. "Thank you," I mumbled while awkwardly playing with my hands.

"Why are you acting so weird?"

She eyed me curiously. I grabbed my bag and shook my head. "No reason," I spoke quickly before stepping out of the car. I hesitated before closing the door. "Do you want to, um," I kept contradicting myself. Seriously, Gerard.. Just spit it out. She laughed a little, making my face light up in a bright blush. "Are you trying to invite me inside?" She raised an eyebrow. I gulped and nodded, looking down at my feet. I don't know why it was so hard for me to talk sometimes.. She took the keys out of the ignition and opened her door. "You should've just said something," she teased.

I honestly didn't know what I was doing, I thought I didn't want her in my home, but the truth was I actually did. She made me feel so much better and she didn't even have to try. Just by her being there, standing next to me, made all the pain go away. I lead her into my house, stopping at the door to kick my shoes off. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity as she studied the inside of my house thoughtfully. "You really do have a nice home," she repeated herself. You'd be surprised to see my room, I thought to myself. "Thanks," I stammered.

She followed me into the living room, her eyes wandering around like they were lost. I was excited to see that Mikey was, in fact, not home and that my parents were still working. I sighed a giant sigh of relief before making my way to the television. "Here's where the fun begins," I spoke in a sarcastic tone before crouching down and rummaging through Mikey and I's collection of horror films. I heard her sit on the couch with a small thud, listening as she hummed Disarm by The Smashing Pumpkins.

The only semi-scary movie I owned was Carrie, and I wasn't sure she could even take that. I sighed as I put it in the DVD player and turned on the television. I grabbed the remote before sitting on the couch next to her. "If I have nightmares tonight it's your fault," she nudged. I lightly chuckled before pressing the play button. "This movie isn't so bad," I tried to calm her down, "You could say it's a classic, but it honestly isn't one of my favorites. I prefer darker movies, but this works when I'm not in the mood to get too horrified." She furrowed her brows as she looked me up and down.

"What?"

The word came out a little too aggressively. "That's the most I've heard you talk," she giggled. It was true, I barely said anything. When we were at the art museum I kept my words at a minimum. I don't know, you could say I was shy.. But once I opened up to someone the words would keep coming and coming and coming. I was scared of that; spilling my guts to Elly. I was afraid that she was pretending to be something she wasn't, and that she'd hurt me. "Sorry," I coughed. She shook her head, a smile stuck to her lips. "Don't be sorry," she giggled again, "I was enjoying your rant on movies."

"I would honestly rant more, but I really want you to enjoy this movie," she snorted, throwing her head back in response. "If only heart attacks were enjoyable," she mumbled. I lightly chuckled before returning my attention to the movie screen. Well, actually not all of my attention was on the movie. I had just realized that I had the most flawless girl sitting beside me, and instead of trying to flirt with her I was talking her ear off about movies. I've never wanted something like this in my life. An actual relationship.. I was up for everything, even all the drama that comes with it, as long as it was with her.

I looked over at Elly, wiping away a smile that I forgot to ditch five minutes ago. She looked so focused, so interested. Her eyes were slightly squinted and she kept biting her lip. At that moment I didn't give a fuck about the movie, she was all I could focus on. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands into fists. I grabbed her wrist, loosening my grip so I wouldn't scare her. She sighed and started laughing, shaking her head side to side.

"Are you okay?"

I tried to fight off a chuckle. Her eyes fluttered open and soon met mine. "If scared shitless counts as okay," she pursed her lips, "Then yes, I am okay." I shook my head. "Come on," I argued, "It's not that bad." Her mouth hung open a bit as her eyes looked at everything but me. "Her mother is a psychopath," she protested. I raised an eyebrow. And? "That makes it more interesting," she bit her lip again. Man, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to just grab her face and feel her lips brush against mine. "No," she brought me back from my little daydream, "It makes it even more creepy."

She finally looked down and realized that my hand was around her wrist. Her face became serious as she gazed back up at me. She looked so innocent when she was serious, like a small puppy in a way. Her bottom lip curled slightly, which made it look like she was pouting. I thought it was one the most beautiful things about her. I leaned in closer unintentionally, our faces now only inches away. I searched for a sign in her beautiful blue eyes, but I couldn't find one.

My heart sped up and I could tell she was nervous, too. Her hands were shaking and her eyes looked a little more closed off. "Gerard," she choked out. It took all the willpower I had to pull away and let go of her tiny wrist. I wish I could have kissed her, but I didn't have the guts to. It was obvious that she didn't want me to, either. "S-sorry," I stuttered as I scratched the back of my head. I was expecting her to make up an excuse to leave, but she did the exact opposite. She laughed. "It's alright," her little voice hummed, "I'm not that scared anymore."

She wore her signature smirk on her face. She was so hard to figure out.. One moment she's an innocent puppy and the next she's the most confident woman on the planet. Maybe the sarcasm was just a mask that hid the real Elly from me. I wanted to find out who she truly was, even if that meant having to open up myself.

Notes

I've been writing a bunch of crappy chapters lately, sorry! Things will get more exciting in a bit :) I'm trying to move things slow with them, I don't want this story to be another one of those "we just met and fell in love" type stories. I want it to be a "fall slow and hard" type loves. There's many plot twists to come, and I'm excited to make this story a little more exciting! You'll just have to wait a little longer :) For now, enjoy this somewhat fluffy chapter! Subscribe, rate, do whatever. Thank you!
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Pixie (punkpixie)