ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ✹ ɢ.ɢɪʙꜱᴏɴ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐯 - 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥

Haven

"Yeah I would." He said, though his voice seemed to waver for the smallest second. I forced a smile on my lips as I murmured out "Thank you." My eyes moved to the clock on the screen of his car, eyes widening in shock. We'd sat here for almost an hour and it felt just like minutes.

"Jesus." I murmured under my breath, "Um, thanks for the lift Gerard." I opened the car door and bolted straight out, needing a breather because of how confused I felt walking out of that vehicle.

The conversation I was having with him took the most unexpected turn and I doubt anyone would've guessed I would walk out of that car with conflicted emotions, a shattered heart and a promise to get set up on a date. I was overwhelmed to say the least.
My face was red the moment I left the car. He had said I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Obviously he felt obliged to say it because I made the comparison to alrighty right? It's not because he thought I was. I scolded myself, of course he didn't think that idiot. He liked Claire, he was going to get with Claire and that's that.

I felt forced to accept that whole set up date because in my eyes he looked excited to do it and I didn't want to make him sad. Dumb, I know, but I froze up and couldn't think properly. This boy would put me into an early grave, I swear.
The only good thing I could extract from this is maybe, just maybe, whoever he set me up with would make me forget about him for good. Who am I kidding, I could never forget him. Deep down I knew that a piece of my heart will always be signed with his name and last name.

I stroll into my kitchen and find my mother's slender figure perched in front of the stove, cooking something that smelled heavenly.
My mother, Edel, was a truly beautiful woman. I had inherited my blue eyes from her as well as my plump lips. Her bone structure had gotten sharper with age but when she was young, she had softer features just like me. Our biggest difference was that she had gorgeous blonde hair cut to her shoulders and my hair was dark as a starless night just like my father's. She was a fashion designer so her life was basically lived off in London, but when she came home-whether it be for short or long times-she made sure she made up for her time away. I approached her and she immediately sensed me, turning her face over her shoulder as a warm smile spread on her lips "Hi angel" she greeted. I walked over to her and pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Hey ma, missed you" I replied, leaning on the kitchen island behind her. She stirred the pot on the stove "Where were you?" she questioned.

"I went to the beach with Johnny and his friends. Shannon and her friends were also there." I fill her in on what I did today. The sun marks were still evident on my cheeks and my face was reddish from sunburns. She hummed in acknowledgment, her back to me "So Gerard was there?" she questioned, her tone nonchalant.

I rolled my eyes. My mother always thought there was a spark between me and him, and I never believed her because it wasn't true. "He is Johnny's best friend ma," I grumble out "of course he was there."
Ma lets out a breathy laugh.

"Who drove you home?" she asks, changing the topic to one I was more comfortable talking about.

"Gerard." I reply, picking at the skin around my nails "Johnny had to take Shannon and Feely home and I wasn't looking forward to getting home late because of that."

Ma began to smile to herself again and even though her back was to me, I just knew she was doing it. "What?" I ask accusingly. Ma turns around and lets the pot simmer while having that glint in her eye she always has when she's about to go full on conspiracy theorist on me. Ma shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

"Nothing, what a gentleman isn't he?" she teased. I rolled my eyes and gave her a look that said 'are you serious?'. Ma always thought I had a thing for Gerard and he had a thing for me.