Crime Of Passion

"Are you sure you have to leave?" I whined, feeling disappointed. Her brother called her and demanded that she had to come home. I thought it was ridiculous, she was a grown woman who had the right to do what she pleased. "If I want a place to stay I should hurry home," she sighed. God, I wanted to tell her that she could stay here. Do you know how amazing it would be to wake up next to that beautiful face? I followed her to the door, watching as she stepped into her converse and quickly tied them. Once she looked up, I knew something was off with her today.

She was paler than she usually was, and there was light bags that lined the underneath of her eyes. She also was a little more tense than usual.. And for Elly that was odd. Yes, she was always a bit anxious, but never like this. She kept playing with her hands and avoiding eye contact. Was it me? Her tired eyes met mine for a moment before darting back around the room. I wondered why she was so anxious.. Was it her brother, or did I do something wrong? "Are you alright?" I asked, a little embarrassed by the amount of worry that hung in my words.

She rubbed her arm while shifting on her feet. "I'm fine," she spoke as she chewed on the inside of her lip. It hurt me to think that her brother wound her up like this. He had no right to boss her around, she was probably already stressed enough with school. The added stress he put on her was unnecessary.. If I ever ran into him anywhere it would take every fiber in my body not to hit him. "If you ever, um, need someone to talk to I'm here," I stuttered a little. I wasn't good at being compassionate or caring, it wasn't something that came easy to me.. But with her it seemed easier.

She smiled a very weak smile before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. She stopped, hesitantly looking up at me yet again. I nodded towards the door, silently telling her that I didn't mind her leaving. She sighed as she turned her whole body to face me. I was confused, what the hell was she doing? I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she pulled me into a tight embrace. I closed my eyes and linked my arms around her petite waste. She smelt so lovely, and her body pressing against mine made my mind go crazy. I rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling her relax a little in my arms.

The hug didn't last long, though, because she pulled herself away from me and returned to walking out of the door. "I'll see you soon, Gerard." Her eyes looked a tad brighter as she spoke those words. The corner of my mouth twitched as I tried to fight off a grin. She disappeared behind the door, leaving me alone and quite dazed. Did this really happen, or was I hallucinating? I shook my head before rubbing my face. Usually hugs made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't like people invading my personal space. I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy her hug, I actually wished that we could hug forever. It was really nice how she left me with this feeling that clung lightly to my chest, as well as my brain. It was a new type of high for me, the type of high a drug couldn't even match.
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I woke up in a haze. What day was it, what time was it? I sloppily rolled over and yawned, looking at my clock. 11am. Good thing I remembered that it was Saturday and I didn't have class. I closed my eyes again, yawning once more before rolling over. I was up all night thinking about Elly and how much I enjoyed her company. I was dying for her to hug me again, to get close to me again. I couldn't fathom how happy she made me. I know we're just friends, if you could even call us that, but I still was falling hard for her.

I got frustrated after laying there for five minutes trying to doze back off into a dreamless sleep, but I couldn't. My mind wouldn't shut off. I groaned as I sat up and stretched, yawning for the thirtieth time. I threw the blankets off my body and trudged upstairs, scratching the back of my head. My hair was super knotted and tangled, I doubt I could get a brush through it. I met my brother in the kitchen and sat down at the dining room table. "Morning," I spoke hoarsely. I noticed that Mikey was completely dressed and cleaned up, which was odd for him to do on the weekends.

"Why do you look so clean?"

I spoke while rubbing the side of my nose with my index finger. "I'm meeting up with some friends," he didn't break eye contact with me, "Unlike you, I have a social life." He threw the apple in his hand up in the air, catching it before taking a bite out of it. He had a nasty smirk plastered on his bird-like face. He thinks he's so clever.. "Social lives are optional in life," I coughed, "I chose the less stressful option." Mikey rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses farther up on his nose.

"No," he argued, "You chose the more boring path in life." I waved him off, dismissing the conversation. He was sort of pissing me off and I could tell he was doing it on purpose. He loved pushing my buttons, I think it made him feel better about himself. Usually I would come up with some witty comment that would shut him up, but I didn't have the energy. My ears perked up when I heard a light knock at the door. "Is that for you?" I asked Mikes. He just shook his head, gnawing on his apple. "I'm driving to my friends house," he shrugged, "It must be for Mom."

I loved how he assumed that it was for Mom and not for me. Well, I didn't have friends, so it did make sense. I pushed some hair out of my face before standing up and shuffling towards the door. I was hoping it was my Mom's best friend Lindy, she always managed to get my mother out of the house. I quickly opened the door, itching my face before eyeing up our "guest." My face instantly got hot when I saw that it was, in fact, Elly.

She was standing there in her usual attire, a baggy sweater and ripped jeans. Her face held a little more color today, the bags under her eyes less noticeable. She giggled as she looked me up and down, making me a little self conscious. "Elly?" I blinked. I was still a bit groggy and I didn't know if I was dreaming or if this was actually happening. "That's me," she laughed, "Did I come at a bad time?" Her eyes were sort of pleading with me, like she was dying to come in and talk to me. No one has ever looked at me like that..

"No," I spoke quickly, "I just woke up and I'm not doing anything today, so you're fine." My words pretty much spilled out of my mouth. Hell no, I didn't want her to leave. She could come at the worst time possible and I would still figure out a way for her to stay. "Who's at the door?" Mikey called before turning the corner and joining me at the door. His eyes widened a bit as he looked her up and down. He glanced at me, a confused look plastered on his face. "Hey Mikes," I awkwardly patted him on the back, "This is Elly, she's a friend of mine." He coughed, his eyes practically bugging out. Elly reached out her hand for him to shake, and Mikey uncomfortably returned the gesture. "Hi," his voice was quiet, "I'm Gerard's brother." She just nodded, letting her arm drop back by her side.

I waved her in, making room so she could come inside. "Nice to meet you," she nodded at him before looking back up at me. "What are you doing here?" I shut Mikey out, I wanted him to go away. I was too focused on Elly.. She came to my house out of no where, I don't know if I should be flattered or suspicious. "I got in a fight with my brother," she sighed, "And I wanted to get away from things, so I came here." I was worried but at the same time overjoyed that she came to me to get away from things. "You wanted to come here, out of all places?" My words came off a bit harsh, which made me feel guilty. "You help me get my mind off of stuff," she sounded so honest.

I wanted to hug her right then, to hold her in my arms as a way of saying thank you. I smiled, not breaking eye contact with her. Her eyes looked sad but at the same time held her usual playful essence. "Good," was the only thing I was able to say. "Would you like to join me for a little walk around the park?" She raised her eyebrow while giving me this unbelievably sexy smirk. At that moment I was so sexually frustrated that I wanted to kill myself. "How could I say no?" She giggled, a pleased look stuck on her gorgeous face. She took a step closer to me, picking up a strand of my messy hair. "You may want to brush your hair first," she fought off a smile. I rolled my eyes, my face burning under the bright blush that brushed over my cheeks. "Wait up here while I get changed," I walked backwards until I reached the stairs.

Notes

Sorry if this chapter was too short and crappy. I went on vacation and sort of procrastinated, I was too busy drawing and spending time with family to even think about updating. I was also thinking about making a chapter in Elly's point of view, but that's not how I write. Even though it's a little uncomfortable writing in a male's point of view, I don't like switching the point of views in a story; I think that it makes it a bit more complicated. Plus, I want Elly to have this odd essence about her. Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter.. You're probably dying for more fluff as well as a little smut, and the story is almost there, so hold on tight! I did manage to squeeze in a little fluff in this chapter :) Enough with the rambling! Comment, rate, subscribe, do whatever! I love you all :) X, Pixie (punkpixie)