The Only Hope For Me Is You

We must have made-out for like ten minutes before he asked to take me home. Of course I said yes. It’s not like I had anything else to do, well, I have homework but what the hell it can wait.
The car ride to his place, (apartment) was quiet. Almost uncomfortably so. All I could find myself thinking about was how badly I wanted him safely alone. Every fiber of my being was screaming to get closer to him, to find that perfection again, grab onto it, and never let it go.
A few more minutes of deafening silence and disturbing thoughts went by when we finally pulled into his driveway. I unbuckle and then watch as he does the same. “Well…this is it. It’s not much but ehh, whatever.” He says. Deep down inside I was so anxious to get out of the car but I didn’t want to show it because I didn’t want him knowing how desperate I was to be near him. So instead of jumping at the opportunity to leave the car right away, I very consciously wait until he’s out first.
“You coming?” He asks. I jump out and force a smile. “Yup. Lead the way.” I can’t seem to understand why he doesn’t look nervous about any of this, I mean, he’s been acting completely chill and I realize how much it’s actually bugging the living hell out of me.
I follow him up a flight of stairs and then finally into his apartment. The absolute first thing I got when I entered was a nice, big, and juicy whiff of….cigarettes. I nearly gag. He closes the door behind me and says, “Everything okay?...oh yea, sorry about the smell. I smoke. Is it too strong for you because I can open a window or light a candle or….” “No it’s fine really. I smoke too but I’m just now quite used to the smell being this strong. Ever.” I interrupt.
He nods his head and smiles so big that it makes him look like the Cheshire cat. “What?” I ask, nervous. He looked like he was up to no good. I realize I’m still standing by the front door. Shit, this is so awkward. “You just told a teacher that you smoke.” He says. I roll my eyes. “Okay seriously, do something about it.”
I was just teasing but kind of not. Like, does he really want to go there with me? “Nah, I don’t care, just be careful. What if I was the kind of teacher that cared?” I was dying inside just watching him stand five feet from me with his hands in the front pockets of his skinny blue jeans, smiling that gorgeously crooked smile through his long, messy red hair. “Then I guess I’d be busted. Can I ask you a question actually?” I ask. I can’t take another second of this torture. I need him. “No. No you can’t. You see…” He walks up to me until he’s so close I can feel him breathing. Fuck. Why Gerard. Why.
“I won’t have the answer for you cause I’m too busy thinking about something else.” He was blushing but still seemed so confident.“Too busy thinking about what? It’s a rather simple question to ans-“ “This.” He says, and before I can think about anything else, my lips meet his and we both fall against each other.
I could feel him smiling as he found my tongue with his. It made me smile. I moved my arms up and rested them around his shoulders, letting him embrace me. He snaked his hands under the hem of my shirt and then up, feeling every imperfection of my chest.
I was losing myself in him so quickly but the moment was ripped into pieces when he pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Trust me.” And before I was able to argue he puts an arm under my knees and another arm around the back of my neck and picks me up bridal style. It was so freaking cute of him.
He takes me past the kitchen, down a rather small hallway, and into a room-his room. He set me on the bed and crawls over me. I look into his eyes as he hovers over me.His gorgeous eyes, I could lose myself in them easily if I wanted to. It was then, as I was losing myself in the infinity of his perfection that I realized….I trust him….

Notes

I'm sorry this chapter is so short, it's technically not finished yet but I'll keep working on it. I've just been trying to keep this story updated as much as possible.