"Let's Be Roommates"

Rylen P.O.V
It' s 9:00 pm and I can finally call it a night. I made sure the instruments and CD's and other merch were in good shape before I closed the music store. I walk across the street to the art gallery. Gerard had just finished his talk and touring customers around the gallery. He then came out and we walked together.

" so,what should I go for? glasses, pony tail to portray myself as mature and intelligent? or short skirts and heels to come off as preppy and highspirited?" I asked whilst laughing to my self.

" just be yourself Rylen" Gerard replied.

" Really?" He wants me to be myself.

" yeah. Keep the skinny jeans, band T's and converse. I like you just the way you are" He adds.

" what if your mom hates me?" I asked. Panic much in my eyes.

" Come on.....we're basically the same person Rylen. Minus the fact that your sloppy and lazy of course" Gerard jokes. However I know all to well he means it.

" Ha-ha...don't make fun of me" I whined hitting his arm playfully.

" Don't be nervous. She loves me and she'll love you too. Trust me" Gerard says, trying to calm my nerve.

we finally reached our apartment building and headed up. Gerard opens the door before me and I walk inside, smiling at his small gesture. That' s why I liked Gerard, even those little things made me appreciate and admire him even more. I liked how he never complained. I never do anything to help him out. It's like he's been taking care of me, in fact he is.I haven't done anything to thank him. The least I can do is try to convince his mother that I'm the girl that's perfect for her son. The one that will stand by his side. I won't let Gerard down, I'm making this promise to myself. Even though he may never fall for a slob like me, I'll prove that I can be so much more.

" Rylen are you okay?"

" yeah...let's try and pull this off tomorrow " I encouraged.

" sure. But Rylen just remember to be yourself. I know this is fake, but I'm glad I'll be doing this with you"

With that said, Gerard walked over to me, his wonderful scent of cologne reaching me before he does. He was so close that or feets were touching. So close that I could feel his hot breaths. I stared up into his beautiful hazel- green eyes that had always remained so soft and welcoming. His hair falled pefectly over his face, creating shadows from the moonlight that peered through the window, which made him even more handsome. He leaned forward, and I dare not blink. Afraid to find out whether or not this was real. He then planted two sweet and hot kisses on my forehead and cheek, that sent shivers all the way down my spine. His lips felt so soft againts my skin and my entire face began to heat up.He winked at me and then headed to the bathroom. The feel of his kisses still lingered against my skin. And I realised.

GERARD FREAKING WAY JUST KISSED ME. My hot and caring roomate, my second bestfriend maybe even first, my Gerard, my crush. I jumped on my bed and cuddled with the pillow, still stuck in the moment, still shocked and flabbergasted. What does this mean, I swore if he had kissed me even more I may have got an orgasm. Those simple kisses meant a lot to me.

Notes

hope you like it....things gonna get real awkward from here on ...