I don't know what happened but we were laid up in his bed eating pepperoni pizza. But you know, for some odd reason, it feels right.
"And then I smashed my guitar and stormed off!"
"No Way!" I snorted and hit him on the arm.
"Yes Way. Gerard Way." He chuckled.
"I hate you son homygod"
"Love you too." He made a kiss face.
It was nothing but laughs with him and this growing feeling in my chest wouldn't stop.
"Is there anymore wings?" I asked in attempt to eat my feelings away.
"Yeah here," he passed me the box, "But look, I have something for you...something to cheer you up." He sat up and crossed his legs.
I followed suit and waited carefully while he reached for his guitar. As he started strumming, I didn't recognize the tune. It wasn't until he started singing, that I knew.
Please, girl, stay 'til the early mornin'.
We can have some coffee.
You can do my laundry.
Please, girl, stay.
Don't mind the clutter.
Get back in bed, yeah.
Mickey mouse covers, oh girl, on your body.Throughout the whole song, I was mesmerized . Not only because it was one of my favorite songs, because of the fact that he was singing it. He looked way too perfect for me to be around him.
That annoying boy that I wanted to get away from is now a boy that I can't get enough of.
And that's sad.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
B i t t e r .
Teen Fiction"I can't help that I'm bitter. That's how depression makes you." Michael Clifford a.u cover by @Diagonas