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Vision

Chapter 8: Shorten Your Legs

When we pulled back from the kiss Gerard and I leaned on each other’s foreheads, I lost myself in his beautiful eyes. It was like the answers to any question in the universe could be found in that moment captured in our eyes forever. We were both breathing heavily and didn’t quite know what to do next, I don’t think either of us planned for this to happen.
“Let’s get you dressed, you dirty girl.” I couldn’t help but laugh and smack Gerard on the arm,
“Mood killer if there ever was one.” We stared at each other for another moment, just smiling, saying so much without saying anything at all.
“Come on, we should probably go talk to the guys.”
I sighed and turned around so he could work the shirt over my head and around my arms without hurting me. I was dreading facing Patrick and Brendon but I knew it had to be done.
I followed Gerard out of the room with my head hanging low. I felt tears well up in my eyes but I refused to let them fall, I wouldn’t let them think me even weaker than they had already thought. I just had to explain to them, everything would be fine, I just won’t mention a few details of what happened after they left, it would all be fine.
“Brendon.” Gerard growled. “You owe Christine an apology, now.”
“Oh do I now? I’m not the one who used her! You son of a bitch.”
Patrick got up faster than I had ever seen him move and held Brendon back from hitting Gerard but only for a moment. Patrick’s height and inferior strength couldn’t hold Brendon for long and before I knew it he had knocked Gerard to the floor and they were fighting like two street dogs over a scrap of meat.
“Stop! Stop fighting! Please! Brendon, damnit listen to me!” When I shouted Brendon’s name he stopped hitting Gerard and just held him pinned to the ground. When he turned to face me I couldn’t help but step back in fear. He had a scratch across his left eyebrow from Gerard’s fingernails, his hair was like a wild animal and the look in his eyes sparked a memory in me, a horrible memory, and within seconds I was on the floor, my head held in my hands, screaming.


Notes

Hope you are all still enjoying!
Love all of my Killjoys!
Question of the day: Which era of Gerard's hair is your favorite?

Comments

I would choose Brendon Urie.

Revenge hair.

Gosh I loved this story so much and sad but also happy to see it end with a good thing

Demolition Lovers because it reminds me of a relationship I have :3

Left Shark Left Shark
3/7/15

Finished? NOOOO. In answer to your question: Welcome To The Black Parade. It was played at my son's funeral. It was one of his favourite songs.xxx

@No_Chill_
Thank you so so so much!!

Gerard No Way Gerard No Way
3/5/15