Would You Still Care?

"Here's your coffee." I said smiling and sitting down on the park bench next to Gerard.
"Thank you, my dear Hobbit." Gee mumbled, swallowing half of the cup.
"Hey I'm not short and fat." I complained. He facepalmed and gave me a strange look.
"I was meaning because you're small and fury, like a puppy. I love you, but you are seriously an idiot and I worry about you sometimes." He said, kissing the top of my head.
"Only sometimes? You'd think as a woodland nymph, you'd care for all creatures!" Gerard laughed, his eyes lighting up.
"Only the stupid ones." I gave him the bird, and reached into my pocket grabbing at my cigarettes. After trying and failing, many times, Gerard stole the lighter from me, lighting it and bringing it to my cigarette. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking in the death fumes. "How do you do that?" Gerard asked, looking at the cloud covered sky.
"Do what?" I asked, blowing the smoke into the atmosphere, helping destroy the ozone.
"Make smoking sexy. I mean, when I do it, I look like a raccoon that's breathing on cold day..." I gave him a strange look, grinning slightly.
"You are a raccoon." I said, grinning ear to ear.
"Is my eyeliner really that bad?" Gerard said, going as red as a boiled lobster. I gave him a shove, nearly knocking him off of the park bench.
"If you want to see bad eyeliner, check out last year's yearbook photo of me. Trust me, you look hot as fuck, even when I do this-" I said, licking my thumb and using it to smudge his eyeliner down his cheek. Gerard's face went from disgusted to payback in a matter of seconds. A smirk played on his lips, as he pounced on me like a puppy, pushing my back against the bench. Gerard held himself above me as he sent a loogie towards my face. "Please, no. Just no. I do not need that in my face." He slurped it back into his mouth, still giving me a devilish smirk. "Stop giving me that look if you're not going to kiss me."
"Who said I wasn't?" Gerard mumbled, bringing his lips to mine. I could hear the beat of his heart, making me smile into the kiss. Gerard deepened the kiss, his tongue in my mouth. I gave a soft breathy moan, running my hands through his greasy hair. I pulled away slowly, looking into Gerard's hazel eyes.
"God, you're beautiful." I whispered, giving in a quick peck on the lips. He blushed, grabbing my hand and tugging us off the bench, dragging me to the swings.
"Swing with me." Gerard voiced, pushing me to sit down. I sat, and looked to him. Gerard had started swinging and gave me a weird look. "Why aren't you swinging?"
"Never learned." I want him to push me. Ha ha, push over...
"Franklin, are you serious? It's more of a monkey see, money do, type deal... This should come easy for you considering, you are basically a monkey." He said, laughing. "You just want me to push you, don't you?" I shook my head. "You lazy shit." Gerard said, jumping off the swings in midair, landing like a cat. He then came behind my swing and pushed me off. I landed face first in the wood chips surrounding the swings. Asshole. "The ground is lava!!!" He yelled, jumping up on the swing he pushed me off of.
"Hey, that's not fair, you tit!"
"Life's not fair." Gerard smirked.
"I hate you."
"You love me and you know it!"
"I swear to god, one of these days I'm going to sell your soul for one corn chip." He started laughing. "What?" His mouth tried to form words, but then he started laughing.
"I saw that post on tumblr the other day! To point out though, I'm worth as least one and a half corn chips." He said crossing his arms. "I need more coffee, wanna head back over to Gloria Jean's?"
"Hells yeah, I want to get a chiller this time though. I don't know why I thought getting a Green Tea last time was a good idea. I hate Green Tea."
"You said it sounded good."
"Shhh...we must not mention my latest regrets..."
"Oh, but we must." Gerard said grabbing my hand as we walked the few block from the park to Gloria Jean's. Once we ordered we decided to head home and watch horror movies on silence so we could narrate ourselves. Halfway through Nightmare On Elm Street, I looked over at Gerard, who's eyes were trained on the tele. "Come out where ever you are little girl." Gerard said in a low gravely voice, he decided to use for Freddy Krueger.
"Gee?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He hummed looking over at me.
"When can we get my stuff from my house? I feel bad I've been wearing your clothes, for so long."
"I don't want you going back and seeing your sperm donor of a father. He almost killed you. I don't know what I would do if I lost you." He said, tearing up a bit.
"Move on?"
"I couldn't, First Mikey and then you? I wouldn't be able to handle it. My funeral would be next." He cried, bringing tears to my eyes. I shook my head.
"No. Don't you dare, Gerard Arthur Way. That is never the answer. Never." Gerard looked away from me and back to the TV. "Look at me." I spoke softly, moving his head towards me. His eyes glistened with tears. "You're the tear in my heart, and it would tear me apart if you ever did that. Please, if I die, give me my dying wish. If I go down, you have to stay. Carry on without me." Tears were rolling down his face, and he was shuddering to hold in sobs. I pulled him close to me, kissing the tear trails on his cheeks.
"I love you."
"I love you too."

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