Maybe This Could Work...

Later on Mikey and Gina return inside, to get that ‘last dance’, before Gina’s foster family came to pick her up. I, on the other hand, stayed by the bleachers, drinking what was left in the two bottles Mikey had bought before. And no, I wasn’t drunk, I just had that light buzz swirling around my head, the buzz that makes everything funny and gets you talking if you’re shy person.
Since I was already outside, I took out my packet of cigarettes from my pocket, lighting one up. The familiar taste of nicotine spread through my mouth, as the smoke ran down my windpipe and in to my lungs. I relaxed in a second, inhaling once more, then blowing out a big cloud of smoke. I looked back towards the gym, hearing laughter and people talking and seeing a dark figure coming my way. He didn’t even have to come that close for me to recognise who it was. The white mask that practically shined in the moonlight, gave him away in an instant.
“You know that’s forbidden on school grounds” he smirked, sitting down next to me on the cold, soft grass.
“You gonna tell on me?” I smirked back, placing the cigarette between my lips.
“I won’t if you give me on” he said, taking the packet out of my hand, helping himself to one of my cigarettes. He then turned his look to me, scanning my face with an adoring smile painted across his face.
“How much did you drink?” he asked, taking the end of the cigarette to his mouth taking a big pull of the smoke.
“Just... a little bit” I giggled, taking another swing of Jack. I looked up at him, seeing him looking back at me. Our eyes locked and I started giggling like a little girl on crack. I fell down on my back, laughing like a maniac, the cigarette between my index and middle finger in one hand, and the bottle of Jack in the other. My eyes flew up to the last clear night sky of October that was sprinkled with a million stars.
“Oh, my God...” I giggled.
“You are one cute piece of ass, you know that” hummed Gerard, lying down next to me, leaning his head on his bent arm.
“That’s weird” I giggled, rolling my head to the side, putting Gerard in my view.
“What’s weird?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“You’re my freaking teacher” I giggled again: “And you just called a cute piece of ass” yet another giggle. I just couldn’t stop, everything was just so damn funny. I closed my eyes, still laughing.
When I opened them again, the last thing I saw where Gerard’s now pitch black eyes, sparkling in the moonlight, before I felt his lips on mine again. His tongue slipped in to my mouth, entwining it with mine, not letting me even try to gain dominance.
He leaned himself on top of me, his hands strongly gripping on to my hipbones, his entire body pressing down on me, as my arms wrapped around him, pulling us even closer.
They say that when you’re in love, you get butterflies in your stomach. Well, I was having a freaking thunderstorm of butterflies.
I don’t really remember how long we were like this – okay, maybe I was a tiny bit drunk -, but I knew I never wanted to let go of him again, I never again wanted for our lips to part again. But at one point Gerard did pull away, looking deep in to my eyes. I felt like he was seeing my soul.
“You are definitely drunk” smirked Gerard, his hand running through my hair.
“No, I’m not” I denied it, even though I knew I was.
“Because, you probably wouldn’t have done what we did just a second ago, taking such a risk. Anyone could have seen us” he explained, his thumb gliding across my cheek.
“Okay, so I’m drunk... What’s your excuse?” I smirked.
He shrugged. We both laughed, Gerard rolling off me and on to his back, and puling a big smoke from the cigarette.
“Maybe I’m just so in love with you, I want everyone to see that you’re mine and only mine” he then said, looking at me with the corner of his eye.
His? He said I’m his? Only his? And again that he loves me?!
My heart started racing, my palms got sweaty and I could feel my head sobering up. I didn’t really think about this, I just felt it, deep inside my heart I felt it. It might have been too soon for me to say it, but I just felt like I had to, like my body was saying I had to, it felt right. I rolled on my side, lifting myself up just a little with my elbow, so I could see Gerard clearly, see him entirely. I could see he was smiling, his look turned towards the stars.
“I love you”
Gerard turned to look at me, a trace of shock on his face.
“What?” he asked.
“I love you” I repeated. He watched me for a moment.
“You’re drunk, sweetheart” he then said, lying back down with a smirk on his face.
“I’m not! And I mean it. I love you” I said, a little angry that he didn’t believe me, that he didn’t believe my love for him. He frowned, sitting back up. He watched me with a very serious look, clearly thinking about my words.
“You’re serious” he then stated. I nodded, sitting up as well.
“Wow...” he breathed out. I frowned. Wow? Did he really just say wow? Really? I say ‘I love you’ and he says wow? What. The. Hell?!
“I... eeh... I...” Gerard mumbled at lost for words. I frowned even harder, surprised at how confused he was, how he didn’t know what to say. Twice! Twice I’ve heard him say that he was in love with me and now that I’ve finally said it back, he doesn’t know what to say back!? Really? I was getting madder by the second, maybe not so much at him, but more at myself that I said it. It might have felt right, but maybe it wasn’t the right time to say it. Why did I say it? Why did I have to say it!
“You know what, forget about it” I then said, standing up, starting to walk back to the gym, when his strong hand grabbed me by my shoulder, stopping me.
“Wait-“
“No, just forget about it. I’m sorry I said it” I said, shrugging off his hand, continuing my way away from him and towards the people, where he couldn’t do anything risky.
“Frankie, please” I heard him say, but I just kept on walking. I felt so humiliated. I felt like I was a 14 year old girl who says ‘I love you’, because she’s in love with the idea of love and not actually in love.
I know I really love him. I do. But... I just felt broken that he didn’t say it back this time. I tried holding back my tears, but one escaped anyways. I quickly whipped it away not really caring if it smudged my makeup.
I was mad and angry and hurt and I felt betrayed and at the moment, I really didn’t want to see or talk to him. I might have been drunk, but when I said it, it wasn’t because I was drunk, but because I felt it with all my heart.
I walked back in to the gymnasium, back in to the crowd of my peers. I didn’t go to the back like before, because I knew he would look for me there, so I mixed in with the dancing crowd, trying to look like I belonged there, when in truth, I didn’t. I don’t belong with these stuck up people, who all think they’re better than me.
I stood there for about 10 minutes, then realised that this was stupid, just standing there, watching other people, so I decided that I should just go home. I unhooked my cape, throwing it over my arm and shoving my hands inside my pockets and started walking home, slowly, alone with my thoughts. I kept my head held down, sighing every now and then.
I felt horrible, with the capital H.
Midway towards my home, I realised that home I will be welcomed by fists and kicks. And in this emotional state, I won’t be going home. At the moment I was walking pass the local park, so I stopped there, sitting down on one of the benches that was placed under an old willow tree, letting the long, thin branches mask the seating area. It was a nice hidden spot for me to sob and cry in peace, even though I didn’t really want to sob and cry, but I knew I will.
I placed the cape on the side, crunching my legs up to my chest, leaning my head down on my knees. Five seconds later tears started falling from my eyes and quiet sobs escaped my lips. Thankfully no one was around to hear them. It was just me and the willow tree.
Well, happy birthday to me, right?
Then my phone started buzzing, my ringtone sounding through the quiet Halloween night. I looked at the screen and on it, it said GEE <3.
I pressed Decline. I was really not ready to talk to him, at least not for tonight, maybe tomorrow I’ll feel different. I automatically reached in to my pocket for my cigarettes, finding that they weren’t there and then I remembered that Gerard took them from me. Damn it!
The phone buzzed again. This time it was a text.

GEE <3 (11:44): I’m sorry
And then seconds later another one.

GEE <3 (11:44): Please tell me where you are, so we can talk

I didn’t really want to answer, but then I thought that he at least gets to know that I don’t want to talk to him right now.

ME (11:47): We’ll talk tomorrow

He did continue to send texts after that, I just didn’t want to look. Around one in the morning, I decided that it might be time for me to go home. I knew that the old man will be blacked out by now and I really wanted to get some sleep, even though tomorrow was Saturday and I could sleep in, I still didn’t want to sleep till the afternoon.
So I dragged myself home.
I slumped down on my bed, grunting loudly as my body hit the soft mattress covered in Star Wars sheets. I was tired and my head hurt and my heart was breaking.
I took my phone out of my pocket, deciding to read the four texts Gerard had left me.

GEE <3 (11:55): Frankie, please let’s just talk about this
GEE <3 (00:01): Please, it’s not what you think it is!
GEE <3 (00:03): Frank, please answer me...
GEE <3 (00:10): I miss you sweetheart... Hope you sleep well.
And again Happy Birthday <3

A sad smile curved my lips as I read them. It was clear he felt sorry, but I was still hurt. I was really tempted to write him back, but I quickly removed the thought from my head, placing the phone on my night stand. ‘I’ll call him in the morning’ I thought to myself.
I took off my vampire costume, throwing the cloths on the floor, leaving on only my black boxers. I curled up in my bed and without realising it, tears started flowing from my eyes, quietly and without sobbing. Even though I was hurt, I still missed him. I missed him so damn much! All I wanted at that moment was for him to put his arms around me and tell me that everything was going to be okay, and that he’s here, that nothing bad will happen to me ever again.
But that was just not how the night turned out.
I was alone in my bed with tears falling from my eyes, leaving behind a hole in which my heart should be.

Notes

Hey Sweethearts, so... This happened. I didn't really intended this 'fight' to happen, but yet it's here. Hope you like it :)
Oh, and for any of you who didn't get what Gerard is for Halloween, he is the Phantom Of The Opera :)

And I probably wont be undating till next Friday or Saturday

But until then, stay Fabulous, xo <3

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