We both fell asleep together that night while watching 'Psycho.' Describes all of us perfectly.
I'm not really psychotic I just killed someone and somehow forgot about it.
"Hey.. hey Gerard?" I asked shaking him lightly.
"Yes Sugar?" There he was, the charming, sexy, and devious man I knew. I didn't mind when he called me that.
"Who did I kill.. and was there anything else that you need to tell me? About myself?"
"Well.. you killed a man named 'Kevin Finch' there's not much information about him. They just told us he was a FedEx driver and he somehow got tangled in with your mother. So you killed him apparently. I guess we'll never know why because you can't remember it." Gerard says ranting a little bit.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asks softly lifting my chin up to meet his hazel eyes.
"Not being able to remember..."
"It's better off that way. Nothing like that is better if it stays. It just means you can move on easier. So I'm sorry for telling you that you killed someone." He replies. Gerard's lips meet mine again and I seem to be able to hold my tears back.
"Can I ask you something y/n?" Whenever he says my name I know it's something serious.
"Anything," I reply.
"I'm happy... I wasn't before, but now I am. Why is that? Why is my brain confused." He asks grabbing ahold of my hand lightly.
"Is it because Frank's gone?" I ask jokingly and he shakes his head; laughing.
"Is it because... you feel safe?" I inquire softly rubbing mindless circles on his hand with my thumb.
"Kinda."
"Oh.. it's because I'm here isn't it?" I ask looking up at him.
"I think so." I press my lips on his for a quick kiss but he pulls me back for a longer one.
"Woah woah woah woah... woah." Frank shouts surprisingly.
I break away from Gerard and he looks more concerned than I do.
"Friends with benefits don't think any further Frank Iero Anthony Jr." Frank gasps and pulls out his phone.
"New wallpaper for me then." Frank sprints off and leaves without another word.
Gerard looks down at me. "Where were we?" He questions then I kissed his cheek.
"We were about to go downstairs to rummage for food." I say then throw the covers off of us. He follows me to the kitchen and as I'm searching for leftovers he hugs me from behind.
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