Like Flower Petals (Gerard Way FanFiction)

Poppy

I awoke with a pounding headache and the urge to vomit. I groaned, sitting up and looking around, trying to become familiar with my surroundings. I immediately recognized my bedroom, it's light green walls and stacks of notebooks were comforting in this moment of confusion.

It only took me a few seconds to realize that the bed was sagging in with the weight of a second person. My initial thoughts were, "Crap, I'm screwed,"   and honestly I couldn't think much outside those boundaries. My bed sheets were thrown lazily across my body and the unknown person's body as well, however I could see a messy mop of dark black hair lying on my white pillow.

I bit my lip, tempted to see who exactly was in my bed. Overcome with curiosity I leaned over and pulled the blankets from their face. It was a male with a upturned nose, a small chin, and high cheek bones. A beautiful masterpiece, I couldn't help but stare. I took a double take, realizing that this gorgeous reflection of the human species was Gerard Way.

Gerard Way?!

What the fuck happened last night?

I staggered away from the sleeping body, edging closer to the end of the bed unknowingly. Starstruck I clumsily and loudly fell from the bed, and landed on the hard wood flooring, taking the sheet with me. The pearly white blanket was tangled around my waist, arms, and legs, virtually covering every inch of my naked body.

Naked body?!

I was lying on my back, moaning slightly laughing at myself for my clumsiness. I watched as Gerard sat up abruptly, and turned in my direction, his face turning from horrified to somewhat humored.

"You alright there?" He asked, ruffling with his messy hair. His voice was that of an angel's and his movements were fluid and elegant. He didn't seem to care that he was naked in front of me, he was comfortable. But all I knew was that I was completely smitten.

"Yea I'll be okay," I stayed on the ground not daring to move, not wanting to disrupt the moment. "Erm, this may be a little strange. But ah.."

"Yup?" He asked causally, making direct eye contact with me.

"What the fuck happened last night? I can't remember a damn thing." I looked down at the ground, tracing patterns in the flooring, trying to avoid awkward eye contact even though it seemed to be what he desired.

"Oh," He seemed to be..upset? "Nothing much, we met at the bar, came to your house, got shitfaced, and well you can fill in the blanks. At least that's what I can recall."

"Oh." I said, wanting oh so badly to puke. First off, Gerard Way was in my home, Gerard Way as in my hero Gerard Way. Secondly my hangover was not treating me well, as hangovers tend to do.

"Well I gotta go, I have to do something for work. But I'll, ah, leave you my number? If you'd like that is."

I nodded trying to be unenthusiastic as possible, to make it seem that inside I was crying and freaking out. "Sure. I'll give you mine as well." I scooted over to the pillar of notebooks, blanket still wrapped tight around my body. I grabbed the one on the top, knowing it would be unused, and took out the ball point pen out from the top. Sometimes being a writer came in handy.

I scribbled out my number and ripped it out of the spiral notebook. When I looked back at Gerard he was already buttoning his blank skinny jeans and pulling on his black shirt.

I walked into my bathroom, which was conveniently attached to my bedroom. As soon as closed the door I let out a sigh of relief, and rummaged through some dirty until I pulled out a pajama top and bottom. Letting go of the blanket I quickly fumbled putting on my clothes, trying to look presentable. I opened the door and came face to face with Gerard who was handing me something.

"While you were in the bathroom I wrote down my number. Uh, I got yours in my pocket here," He patted his pocket as if it were proof. "I best be going, but, uh, thanks for having me?" He was polite, but it seemed forced, especially when he pulled out his hand for me to shake. I took it, respectively, "Don't worry about it. I'll show you to the door."

I quickly walked towards the front door, opening my bedroom door, taking the steps two at a time, race walking past the living room and to the ironically red door. Surprisingly, Gerard was able to keep up.

I opened the door for him, and watched as he nodded, thanking me again.

And simply left.