School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Fifteen - i'm game of thrones trash

Chapter 15

After a few very long, though very entertaining, hours my bladder decided to gang up with my stomach, and I ended up whining at Gerard that I needed to pee and he had to feed me or else I would starve.

"I swear to God, if you don't pull over somewhere where we can eat you'll drive a cadaver back to Belleville," I had moaned at Mr. Way.

Finally, he'd found a small gas station to stop at, and he refilled the gasoline tank as I scurried off to the bathroom.

When I exit the gross public restroom, I walk to where Gerard is standing next to his black car, toying with the keys. As soon as I reach his side, he smiles and holds out his hand, which I take, and pulls me closer to stand in front of his form.

"I asked and there's a small, totally unknown town called Saint Valentine's with not many inhabitants, like an hour away. Right now we're in the middle of nowhere, but we can get some amazing greasy pizza form the restaurant right there,"

"Sounds perfect to me," I grin playfully and peck Gerard's lips before practically tugging him towards the pizza diner he pointed at.

The place is small and it smells like burnt oil, but my stomach would be perfectly fine with eating a hot dog that has been on the ground, and so would I, so I decide fuck it, I'm starving.

The pizza place is not-so-cleverly called Pepperoni, but hey, it's pizza, so we walk to an empty booth and slide into it. Luckily, the place is deserted, and we're hours away from Belleville, so this wasn't an illegal relationship between a teacher and his student, or at least that's what I convinced myself to believe, at least for these two days.

Once we're sitting down in front of each other, I glance out of the window at the gas station. We truly seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, and we had around an hour more of ride until we got to the small town Gerard mentioned, where we would truly and finally be isolated from Belleville.

My mind wanders off to my mom.

I still had the money she gave me in my bag inside Gerard's car, along with my clothes and cigarette supply, not to mention my strip of condoms, because come on, me and my boyfriend are going away for a weekend to a place where no one's going to know or recognize us, there's most definitely gonna be sex.

My train of thought is interrupted by a cold hand on top of mine. I turn my head to look at Gerard.

"What're you thinking about?"

I offer him a smile. "Nothing really, just really fucking looking forward for our time in a town where no one knows us,"

"Me too," He grins and slides his sunglasses from his face to his head before placing a kiss on my knuckles. When the bored looking waitress approaches our table, we instinctively jump away from each other, and I tuck my hand under the table again.

After a loud pop of her bubblegum, she asks us our orders, and we settle for a simple pizza with extra cheese.

***

"Welcome to Valentine's Hotel, a room for two?" The short receptionist gives Gerard and me a small smile. She is about my height, maybe one or two inches shorter, and her dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun with a few strands framing her face.

All in all, she's pretty, and her name tag pinned on top of her uniform's shirt reads 'Lea'. I grin back and rest my elbows on the counter as her eyes dart between Gerard and me.

"Yes, please, for two nights,"

"Two single beds?"

I bite back a smirk and look away from Lea, glancing at the chipped paint of the wall instead. "Uh, a double bed, actually,"

"Oh! Of course, I apologize," She grins apologetically and types something on the computer besides her, blowing a piece of hair that lands on her face away and tells Gerard the price for the room.

Gerard nods and takes out his wallet from his back pocket, hands her a few dollar bills and pockets his wallet once again.

"I hope you two enjoy your stay, if there's anything else you need you have a list of phone numbers next to the phone in your room." Her red lips stretch into a formal smile once again while she hands Gerard a key with a small '4' attached to it.

"I have a question, actually," Gerard speaks, and the receptionist nods, motioning for Mr. Way to ask away. "Where can we get breakfast in the morning?"

"There's a small diner just around the block called Places, you can either go there as soon as you wake up or call reception and ask for them to bring you the food, a small menu of the restaurant lies below the phone numbers. Would you like help with your bags?" Her gaze shift to the two bags lying next to our feet.

This time, I'm the one who answers. I shake my head. "No, thank you, we can manage it."

"Okay, enjoy your stay at Valentine's," Her smile returns to her face and we pick our bags from the floor, shuffling to the elevator. Once we are inside it, a small casual conversation begins casually, and it continues on our way to the room.

"She was nice,"

"Yeah,"

"Why do they even have an elevator? There's like five rooms,"

"Don't the owner and some of the staff live here as well? It's a pretty small town and I haven't seen many houses,"

"Oh, right. It'd be cool to live in a small town like this. Everything is so cheap too,"

"Come on, you leaving in a town with less than a hundred habitants? Ha-ha, you need to socialize like a vampire needs blood," I roll my eyes and then scan the door's numbers, pointing to the door with the number four on it.

Gerard nods and we pull our luggage with us, then he unlocks the door and locks it behind us. The room isn't big, but it isn't as small as I expected it to be. It's about my own room's size, a double bed lying to the left, and a window complete with a windowsill on the wall opposite to the door.

The walls are painted light beige and the paint is chipping at the sides, but the whole place has a comfortable air to it, and, quite literally, it smells like freshly washed clothes.

As I venture further into the room, I drop my bag on the feet of the bed, and an open door on the right reveals the bathroom, a little tiled room with a bathtub, a toilet and sink crammed inside it.

I feel a warm body press against my back and arms wrap themselves around my waist as Gerard buries his face on my neck, and a wave of déjà vu hits me, back to when I was in his house. A smile spreads across my lips and I let my head lean back onto his shoulder.

"You like the room?" Gerard asks as he presses small kisses to my skin.

"Mhm..." I mumble. "You know, the bed looks quite comfy, doesn't it?" I say as I eye the bed, biting my lip and waiting for Gerard's reaction.

"It does, huh?" He asks, and I step away from him to turn around and face him, my lips curving into a smirk as I undo my belt and unzip my jeans, wiggling out of them after shuffling off my shoes. Gerard's eyes watch my every move as I walk closer to him and place my hands on his shoulders.

"Yep, fucking tired from the trip, I'm gonna get some rest, you should do the same," I mutter before pecking his lips and smiling at his pout.

"You're gonna cock block me just like that?" I nod as I make my way into the bed and snuggle into the covers. "Not even gonna make out with me?"

"'M tired,"

He huffs, and soon, I hear him unfasten his jeans as well and the bed dips behind me as he slides into bed besides me. "You so owe me,"

Is the last thing I hear him say after he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him, his chest pressing comfortably against my back.

---
i suck at being an author lmao sorry you have to put up with me i am literal t-r-a-s-h. sorry @ all the people who stopped reading this story :^)

this was a shit chapter too im sorry i have a plot i swear imma try to finish next chapter rn

ilysm thank you for putting up with my lazy ass <3333

i send love and shitty smut,
xoblue