Random Short Stories

Overprotective

Gerard Way- 16 yrs old.

Grace Duncun- 16 yrs old.

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Thursday- Grace's POV-

I push Gee against the wall and lean in close to his face. I wiggle my eyebrows and he smiles shaking his head.

"Hey, cutie." I say. He looks at me in a way that says 'really?'.

"Hey." He responds. I quickly lean in and peck his lips before turning and moving to run away. I don't make it far before his arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me from the ground.

"EEpp!" I make a loud noise that was kind of a scream and kind of a squeal. I blush at my strange noise while Gerard laughs and buries his nose in my neck.

We are goofing around and laughing our asses off when I hear someone clear their throat. We snap our heads to see my dad standing in the doorway of my room.

"Hi, dad." I say. He nods at me and says, "Hey, kitten."

Dad doesn't break eye contact with Gee and the tension was getting thick.

"Um, dad. This is Gerard." I motioned back and forth between them. "Gee, this is my dad."

Gerard jumps forward holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you Mr. Duncan." My dad shakes his hand still not looking away from Gee's face.

"Grace, your mom wants you." My dad says glancing in my direction. I nod and wave for Gee to follow me.

"Actually, Gerard and I are gonna stay here and get acquainted with each other." My dad smiles at me and turns back to Gerard who gulps quietly.

"Dad..." I warn giving him the evilest look I can muster, but he laughs so I stop. Dad gives me 'the look' , the one only parents can give, and I sigh casting a good luck glance to Gee before leaving my room.

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Gerard's POV-

Mr. Duncan sits down on Grace's desk chair and nods his head towards the bed indicating that he wants me to sit. I do and I immediately start fidgeting.

"So, question one. What are your intentions with my daughter?"

I look at him a moment before saying, "I don't think I understand what you mean."

"I mean, what are you looking to get from spending time with my daughter?" He leans forward with his elbows balanced on his knees.

"What? No, I don't want anything from her, no. I'm not that kind of person. I'm, uh, more of the dating type, I guess." I stutter out. He nods as if in thought.

"Okay, question two. Are your nails painted?" I hold up my hand to see my chipped black nail polish. "Um, yeah."

He nods again.

"Okay, last question. Why red hair?" I smile at him and shrug.

"I don't know sir, Grace picked it out." He finally smiles and rises from the chair. I stand just as Grace enters the room.

"Sorry, it took so long. My mom just wanted..." She looked between her dad and I nervously.

"You two have to sit downstairs." He calls as he exits the room. Grace rolls her eyes, grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs.

"I should probably head home anyway. My mom wants me home for dinner." I say as we reach the bottom of the stairs. she pouts at me and I smile, looking around before kissing the pout off her face.