Save me from this hospital bed

Wow. Gerard Way wanted me to go put with him. Still impossible to get over. Like, WHOA.

seven o'clock came, and Gerard brought me to a pizza place. We agreed on a plain cheese pizza.

We sat down, talking quietly and eating. He told me about the interview a little. Apparently, some guy kept asking about me, making Gerard feel like a pedophile-WHICH HE WAS NOT.

"so, about that band you mentioned earlier...," I took a small bite out of my pizza. Gerard smiled slightly.

"What about it?" he quirked an eyebrow, taking a bite of his own slice.

"Were you being serious about wanting me to be in a band with you?" I questioned nervously.

"Yes. Of course. Why would I joke about it?"

"I dunno. Most people would just fuck with me about that."

"I'm not most people."

"Good point. Most people aren't as attractive or talented."

He looked at me, smiling slightly. I blushed, kind of regretting for saying that.

"You're adorable," he grinned.

"T-thanks."

"You are welcome. I really can't wait till you're eighteen."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "But, I won't go into detail right now."

I nodded, trying not blush.

"Again, you're adorable," he bit into his pizza again. We ate quietly fora bit. I had no idea what to say.

"Gerard," I finally broke the silence. "What did that guy ask or say about me? At the interview?"

"He asked if we were dating and said shit to make me feel like a child molester. Then, he said he knows who you are. He said he goes to school with you, and you get picked on."

"Interesting... He didn't say my last name like 'eer-oh' did he? A lot of people do that. Or like, 'Lero'...?"

"No. He said it like 'I-year-oh'," Gerard smiled. I couldn't help but to return the smile.

"Woo hoo! They said it right!" I laughed. Gerard Giggled. GIGGLED

Notes

Lots of thanks to my partner in crime for doing an extra chapter. I had no idea what to do next. Thanks for reading. Comment and such. Bye.