Only Love (Hey Angel Face sequel)

Yeah, I'm Fine

"Angel face?" Gerard spoke softly. I hummed, opening my eyes. He smiled, "Did you fall asleep?"

"I almost did..." He gently kissed the side of my head. Before anymore could happen, the door opened and Mikey stood there.

"Oh fuck, seriously!? In my bedroom!?" He cried, covering his eyes.

"Calm the fuck down Mikey, we weren't doing anything!"

"Right right, like I'm supposed to believe that!" Mikey removed his hands, "Get outta my room!"

"Don't worry Mikey, he's telling the truth. But, I should probably get going." Gerard sent a sad but curious look my way.

"Going? Already?" He sounded so sad.

"Yeah, I'm sorry punk boy." I kissed his cheek.

"Eww! Eww! Not in my room!" Mikey cried, "Out!"

"Okay! Okay!" We got up from his bed and left the room.

"I don't want you to go..." Gerard said.

"Yeah, I know. I don't want to either, but I'm sure my parents are home by now. They'd be worried sick."

"Alright, I'll take you home..."

"Okay..."

"Gerard," Frank began, walking over to us. I stepped away so they could speak, but I wasn't far enough by the time he started talking, "Can we hang out in the basement now that she's leaving?" The basement...? What? What's in the basement?

"Yeah, when I get back," Gerard said. I gazed at Gerard when he walked over, "What, sugar?" He asked, taking note of my gaze.

"What were you and Frank talking about?"

"Uhm... nothing..." He took my hand, "We should get going!"

"Gerard..." I spoke as we walked out the front door.

"I can't tell you! It's part of your surprise!" I giggled at his childish demeanor.

"Really? My surprise?" I asked. He got in the drivers seat of his car while I sat in the passenger side.

"Yeah, you'll see later..."

"Okay punk boy..." He started the car and drove off. The ride was relatively quiet for a few minutes, up until Gerard spoke up.

"Hey angel face?"

"Yeah punk boy?" He parked the car in the driveway, but we stayed put.

"Uhm," He gazed into my eyes for a moment, "When you leave, will we... will we really have to break up?" I had never seen a gaze sadder than the one in his eyes.

"Oh punk boy..." I spoke softly, "I... I dunno..." My gaze went to the floor of the car, "I don't wanna leave you..."

"I don't wanna leave you..." He placed a hand over mine, causing me to gaze up at him.

"Gee, I don't really know what'll happen. I just know, it won't be the same as it is now," I bit my lip for a moment, "I love you so much."

"I love you too." With a sad sigh, I finally climbed out of the car. Gerard did the same, immediately running over to give me a hug. Hot tears fell against my neck. My Gerard was crying. I began crying as well from this.

"The thought of living without seeing you everyday of my life hurts so much." It's sweet... and so... sad... almost poetic... my poor boy...

"My love, I'm not leaving right now. It's okay..." I spoke. He pulled away, with red puffy eyes and tears staining his cheeks. I probably looked the same.