Drinking By The Mausoleum Door

Gerard's P.O.V

At the reception. Back garden, poolside.

I couldn't keep my eyes off Mysty as laughed at Jeremy's joke's. She looked hot in that red strapless dress. Every time she spun slightly, the free flow skirt brushed against her bare legs. Her hair brushed against her bare shoulders. She looked over at me and our eye's locked. She smiled and mouthed the words 'I love you'. I smiled and mouthed them back.

"Soppy shit." I laughed as I turned to see Bob making out to be sick.

"Your just jealous that I married the best girl in the world." I told him.

Bob laughed. "At one point I thought you were gonna marry my mum." I flip him off, not noticing his mum walking towards us.

"Gerard Arthur Way." She started. "Do not do that disgusting gesture. I don't care if it is your home or your wedding day. Have some manners." Bob was practically on the floor laughing as his mum carried on chastising me.

"What's he done this time?" Mysty asked as she slid her arm around my waist. I rested my arm on her shoulders. Bob grinned as his mum explained. Mysty pulled away from me a little bit to look at me. "Infront of Catherine?" She said. Slight amusement in her eye's. "Gerard Arthur Way. That is so not nice. I ought to make you sleep on the couch for that."

"But Bob started it." I whined. Bob started laughing again.

"Robert Nathaniel Corey Bryar." Catherine said. Bob stopped laughing. "Behave yourself." As soon as Catherine was out of earshot, Mysty and me laughed at a very red faced Bob.

Notes

Short filler. Love as always.xxx