Gerard P.O.V.
Irmarie drove us to the nearest Starbucks. We ran inside, earning glares from some costumers.
"What can I get for you?" The girl asked.
"Can I get black coffee. Two scoops of sugar." Irmarie said.
"Are you guys ordering it together?" The girl asked looking at me.
"Uh," Irmarie said looking at me with a the-fuck-am-I-suppose-to-say look.
"I'll pay for it," I said to her.
"Okay and you?" The girl asked.
"Uh, mocha," I said.
Before Irmarie can protest to pay for her own coffee. I quickly gave the girl the money.
"Fine, you win," Irmarie said as the girl gave me the change.
She then asked for our names and wrote them down on the cup.
"So..." the girl said. "Is she your girlfriend? Because if she is, she's totally wrong for you."
"Who?" I said looking around the room. Irmarie wasn't by my side anymore. She was walking towards a table.
"The emo," she said.
"She has a name." I stated.
"Fine," she rolled her eyes, "what's her name?"
"Irmarie." I replied.
"Is Irmarie your girlfriend?" She asked.
I felt very uncomfortable for the first time since this girl is obviously trying to flirt with me. I didn't want to get the conversation any further than it is.
Should I just say that Irmarie is my girlfriend? Yeah... it won't hurt anyone. Plus, this girl doesn't go to the same school as us.
"Yeah. Irmarie is my girlfriend." I said.
"Fine." The girl said then left.
They called for our names and I went to grab both of our coffees.
"The girl was so trying to flirt with you," Irmarie smiled.
"I know. That's why I wanted to get away." I said and set the coffees down.
"Why? I thought guys like you like girls?" Irmarie said.
"I do. It's just I don't want to date anybody at the moment. That's all." I said.
"Okay. That's respectable. But what did you say to the girl? She looked pissed." Irmarie asked.
"Uh."
Shit. Should I just say I said Irmarie was my 'girlfriend' at the moment? Fuck it...
"Uh. I hope it's okay with you, but, I said that you were my girlfriend." I sheepishly said.
Irmarie just looked at me with Mikey's poker face. "Okay." She said in the end.
"So it's okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. You felt very uncomfortable. I'm okay with it." Irmarie said.
I smiled. "Thanks. I owe you big time!" I said.
Irmarie smiled. Her smiled faded as she looked behind me. (My back was to the counter.)
"You better make it believable." Irmarie whispered.
"Is she looking at us?" I asked hoping it was a no.
"Yeah." She breathed out.
"Well," I breathed out, "let's make it believable." I said and moved my seat closer to her.
"Okay, one question." Irmarie whispered. "What do couples do?"
"Don't you know?" I asked.
"N-no." Irmarie whispered.
"Really? You haven't dated at all?" I whispered.
"No..." she whispered.
"Well, just hold my hand and smile." I said.
Irmarie held my hand and smiled at me.
"Hey, how did Frank take the news?" I asked.
"He's actually happy. He's been wanting a brother or sister." Irmarie said.
"And how about Aaron?" I asked.
"He's excited to have a baby running around the house," Irmarie said.
"Doesn't he has a five-year-old running around the house already?" I smirked.
"If you mean Frank, then yes." Irmarie smiled.
"So, are you going to continue to show me your good music or do I have to find out myself the good music?" I asked.
Truth was, I am actually very interested in the good music. I want to at least try out heavy metal. I also want to find out why the singers scream some of the lyrics too. And, the only person that knows and will tell me is Irmarie.
It's been about a month since Mrs. Hale has assigned us as partners. And I have to say, I would like to thank Mrs. Hale.
"Do you have time to come to my place tomorrow?" She asked.
"What's tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sunday."
"Yeah. I'm free tomorrow." I said.
"Good. I'll tell you the bands I'm going to show you now. The first one is called The White Stripes. Their a rock duo." Irmarie said.
"Okay." I nodded.
"Excuse me, ma'am." It was the same girl who tried to flirt with me.
"Yeah?" Irmarie replied.
"This is your order." She said and left the coffee on the table.
"Oh no! Did I take the wrong one?" Irmarie said while checking her cup.
"No. The man over there," she pointed him with her eyes, "payed for it." She said then left.
Irmarie looked confused. "Why would someone pay coffee for me?" Irmarie asked eyeing the cup.
"Because he thinks you're pretty. Guys do that when they want a girl to notice them sometimes." I said.
It was obvious that the guy liked Irmarie.
Irmarie took the cup, a note was under the cup. Irmarie grabbed it and read it.
"Check this out." She said and handed it to me.
It read:
'Hey. I couldn't help but noticed your beauty from here. I hope you like the coffee. My number is at the bottom. -xo'
"Creep." Irmarie said.
"He's so flirting with you," I said.
I couldn't help but feel extremely jealous of the motherfucker.
Dude. Chill. Why the fuck are you jealous!? You guys aren't dating for real.
Irmarie had her head turned around. I turn around too.
The guy was about the same height as me. He had on a blue Hollister shirt with a jacket and blue jeans. He looks like something Irmarie will call a 'swag fag'. Or so I think. Or is it because I just feel jealous? Why am I even jealous?
"Hey! Thanks for the coffee and all, but I have a boyfriend!" Irmarie called.
The guy looked at me then back at Irmarie. "Yeah. He's my boyfriend. Sorry dude." Irmarie said and turned back to me. "When I'm single nobody wants me, but when I'm taken everybody wants to go out with me." She said. "Unbelievable!"
"Yeah. The guy has no respect for my girl," I said.
"Don't worry, Gee." Irmarie said and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'll always be your girl."
Damn she's good at acting. I give her props. Five stars. I swear, I feel like we are actually going out together.
"Yeah..." I muttered.
"Hey Gerard." Irmarie whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Valentine's day is coming." Irmarie said and gave me a quick kiss on the check and ran off with my coffee and threw away both of her finished ones.
"Very funny, darling." I called and chased after her.
She was already waiting by the car. "Took you long." She said and handed me my coffee.
"Whatever." I said.
"Sassy." She said and opened the car doors.
"Let me drive." I said closing the door.
"Nope. I shall not let you drive my brother's car." She said.
"Why not?" I complain.
"My brother's car. That's why."

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"You totally suck at driving!" I laughed as she parked in her driveway.
On they way from Starbucks to her house, we kept making each other laugh. Which made Irmarie mess up in her driving a lot.
"But did you die?" She said obviously quoting Hangover 2. But, she was smiling, so I know she meant to say that on purpose.
"Mentally, yes. Physically, no." I said.
"So, are you some kind of zombie or a vampire?" She asked.
I paused for a moment. "A vampire!" I said and grabbed her hand. She shrieked and ran out of the car.
"Get away from me you vampire!" Irmarie said as she ran to the house.
"Never! I want your blood!" I said.
Irmarie tripped on the sidewalk and fell. "Are you okay?" I laughed because it was funny. (It was one of those you-should-of-been-there moments.)
"Yeah." She called from the ground.
"Need help?" I said and held out my hand for her.
"Yeah. But, it's actually comfortable down here. So, I'm going to stay down here." Irmarie smiled.
"Yeah. You are totally weird." I said.
"Yeah, but I'm your weirdo." She smiled.
"Yeah. You are." I said and sat down next to her.
"Do you wished it snowed sometimes?" She asked me.
"I do a lot of times." I said.
"I know you only wish it so you won't go to school. But, I wish it so I can see the beauty." Irmarie said.
When I looked down at her, she was looking at the cloudy sky. I don't know how she can see the sky, it's twilight.
"And what's so beautiful of a blizzard?" I asked.
"The aftermath." She said. "Snow is like a white blanket for nature."
I looked at her. She was beautiful the way her hair fell down to the ground, the way she looks at the sky, the way her eyes glimmered as she talked about the snow, the way she talked. Everything she did made me think she was more beautiful than she already is.
Gerard Way! What are you thinking! You do not like her!
My thoughts were snapped when Irmarie spoke.
"Come on. You should get home just in case it snows." She said.
I stood up and held out my hand and she took it. When her hand left him, I felt something sticky. I looked at it and it was blood.
"Irmarie, I think you should clean your hands." I said.
"What?" She asked.
"You fell and now you're bleeding from your hands. Can't you feel the sting?" I asked.
"What?" She said again and looked at her hands. "Well. This is what I get for being clumsy."
I laughed. "Come on. Lets go clean it." I said.
When we went inside, nobody was home, which is weird for the Hales because- it's just weird.
We went to the bathroom. "Remove your jacket." I said.
"Uh, dude. Bloody hands," she pointed out.
"Oh. Sorry." I said and took off her jacket for her. She had on long arm sleeves, so I rolled them up for her.
I put her hands under the warm water. "Irmarie, how can you stand the sting? I would of whine like a bitch by now," I said.
"I-I'm not sure," she said.
She must of fell really badly, she had big scarabs on her hands.
I looked at her wrist for a moment. They were covered with bracelets. But there was a gab between the rolled-up sleeves and the bracelets. There was big scratch marks on her forearm.
They didn't looked like they were cat scratches or anything like that. They're scars, not scratches. Judging by the scars, they were old, but not so old either. They were probably a couple of years old.
"Do you have a first-aid kit around here?" I manage to say.
"Y-yeah. It's under the sink," Irmarie muttered.
I grabbed the kit and started wrapping the gauze around her hands. "There," I said.
"Thanks." She said and rolled down her sleeves.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I said
"Yeah. S-see you tomorrow." She said.
I kissed her check and left the house.
I remember seeing those types of scars. Mikey has them too, on his arms just like Irmarie. Maybe I should ask him why he has them? Maybe.