The Loser's Girlfriend [A Billie Joe Armstrong Fan Fiction]

Chapter Thirty-Five: "For One Last Time."

Hey guys! So it's been another two days/nights...I don't really know and, as usual, my school keeps on throwing all these projects at us and I'm currently mad at my English teacher.

There's one thing that I'd really use from you guys. Please wish me luck :( on my monologue that I'll be performing tomorrow because if there's one thing that I know I'm REALLY bad at (apart from Math) is memorizing stuff....

Please wish me luck. Like SO much luck. I'm begging you <3

Chapter Thirty-Five: “For One Last Time.”

- Chelsea -

I nod my head solemnly, looking curiously at his face. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it but…he didn’t dare tell me if he does hear my heart beat.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, still cautiously peering at him. “Everything’s my fault; I could’ve just told you that I’m leaving. I’m sorry, Gerard, I’m so sorry,” I lifted a hand to wipe my tears when I felt his arms wrap themselves around me.

And the next thing I knew, I was sobbing into his chest.

“Don’t be sorry,” he mumbled near my ear, his hand rubbing comforting circles on my back, “I should’ve known what you’ve got to say before I made any assumptions.”

We spent several moments standing there, in that dark alleyway, with only the full moon to light the direction to the main road.

I pull away from him slowly, wiping my eyes.

“I feel good,” I commented.

He grins, “Let’s go, then.”

And we started for the main road, when we realized that we are on the other side of the street. We walked the short walk to Gerard’s car and got in, the heat from within the car a bit comforting.

Silence swallowed us whole throughout the ten-minute car drive but it wasn’t the awkward or cold silence, it was more like the I-feel-contented kind of silence.

We reached the front of my apartment when I asked Gerard, “Do you wanna come in for a bit? The night’s still quite young,” I said, looking at my watch.

It says 8:23.

Gerard thought about it for a bit before nodding his head, putting his car on reverse and parked it decently in front of the building.

We both got out of the car at the same time although I had to wait for him to walk to my side of the car before we started together for the second floor.

I stopped in front of my door to fumble with the keys and pushed the door open, revealing the ever-familiar and, dominantly-white living room. I threw my purse on the couch and sat down right after, Gerard following quickly.