Bulletproof Heart

18. This Is Familiar

As we stand there, our eyes locked, someone whistles at the end of the hallway. I turn to see Frank standing there with a smirk on his face, "about damn time!" He cheers, Gerard backs up a bit, to which I mentally protest, he clears his throat and looks down at the ground. "Awww, c'monnnnnn, you guys were this-" he holds his index finger and thumb about an inch apart in front of his face, "-close." He says, a teasing annoyance in his voice, "Frank." I say his name serious and his joking demeanor stops, only now realizing what was happening.

"Why were you crying?" He asks, noticing the redness around my eyes and tears that stained my cheeks, "Gerard I swear if this is-" I cut him off as an angry fire starts to burn behind his eyes. "Its not his fault Frank," I say and he calms down a bit "what happened?" He asks, turning to me. "I got a call last night..." "and?" He asks, visibly confused. "The hotel my father was staying in for his business trip burnt down... he was on the top floor and couldn't make it out in time..." as I say it, Gerard rubs my back gently, trying to comfort me. "Damn... I'm sorry about that Y/N," he says quietly "when's the funeral?" He asks "we arent having one, he never wanted a big service, plus no one would show up anyways. He always said he just wanted to be thrown in a box and tossed into the ground..." I say quietly.

The rest of the school day passes, art with Gerard and I simultaneously trying to hide our portraits from eachother and sneak a peek at the others. When the bell rings, we jump up from our seats, I grab my sketchbook, Gerard grabs the small canvas he was using and we rush out of the room. "Hey, no running you two!" The teacher shouts behind us, obviously trying not to laugh at our shenanigans.

We race to the lockers and when we make it to mine, I find myself pinned under Gerard, back pressed against the lockers. "Well this is familiar..." he says quietly, chuckling. I giggle and grab the collar of his jacket "god(s), just kiss me stupid," I say through laughs and pull his face down to mine. He seems shocked for a moment, but eventually melts into me, before taking control. He pulls away after a moment, "are you mine, Gerard Way?" I ask with a smirk, mocking the way he asked me out. "Always," he whispers and I giggle, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

A high pitch squeal is heard off to the side and I turn to see Frank, Mikey and Ray standing by their lockers. "The ships back!" Frank shouts and high fives the other two, Gerard backs off slightly and I let out a small whine that only he hears. He smirks, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I'm gonna walk Y/N home guys, see ya later!" He yells at them, before grabbing my hand and running down the hall. I slow down about ten feet away from the exit "too... much.. running." I say between breaths and he chuckles, "aw, c'mere" he crouches down, signaling for me to climb on his back, which I do without hesitation.

I rest my head on his shoulder, his hands under my thighs to hold me up. "Ya know, I like carrying you more than walking with you." He states and I giggle "okay, weirdo" he chuckles and sets me down as we step up to my front door. I quickly unlock the door and step into my house, quickly shutting and locking the front door. "C'mon!" I say excitedly, leading him up to my room "I'm coming, I'm coming." When we make it up, he looks at me, "hey Y/N, I wanna give you something, well technically I still have to turn it in cause it's a grade but when I get it back it's all yours."

He pulls the small canvas from his bag, "close your eyes and hold out your hands," he says gently, I obey and wait until I feel the canvas being set into my hands. "Okay, open!" He says and when I do, I'm met with a beautiful painting of a girl, H/L H/C hair, beautiful E/C eyes and wings sprouting from her back, shes facing sideways, so the wings are easily visible. She looks down toward the ground, playing with the sleeves of her large leather jacket, a wide smile has taken over her face, as well as a slight pink blush. That's when I notice, the girl in the painting is me... gerard... "my pixie..." he says quietly, looking to the floor, I feel tears start to build up in my eyes and I look up at him, unable to form words.

"Thank you Gee..." I finally whisper and he smiles, "it's not a problem... I just want you to know how amazing you are to me... I mean after all this, you still care?" He asks gently "I've got a bulletproof heart, you've got a hollow point smile," I say gently, shrugging. "What's that 'sposed to mean?" He asks, "well, I dont let people in easily or forgive them often... I'm bulletproof..." "and the hollow point smile?" "You break through my walls..." I set the canvas to the side and climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "I love you Y/N..." he says quietly and I feel my muscles stiffen "you... you mean it this time... right?" I ask, a little scared I'd get hurt again, "of course..." he kisses my forehead and I smile.

"I love you too Gee..."

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Okay! That seems like a good stopping place to me!

What do you guys think?

I can feel like this is that point where all the problems are solved and theres not much else to be done...

So I think I'm gonna leave this one off here?

Theres not really much else to be said

Stay weird ✌