The Only Hope For Me Is You [My Chemical Romance]

Chapter 16: Explanations and Revelations

I woke to the soft sounds of someone repeating my name over and over, like a drone on some overrated pop song. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the swirling patterns of my ceiling swim into focus, like it did everyone morning, greeting me for the day ahead.

Then I saw the figure standing over me, hands on hips. They stood tall but slouched comfortably to the left, leaning on their leg a little.

“Dana?” The continual drone brought me back into the real world and I sat up straight on my make-shift bed. “Dana!” The drone continued, and I looked up a second time to see Gerard standing over me, a frown on his pale face, and one hand on his head.

“Yes?” I asked him groggily, stretching into a yawn and bringing myself to a stand, dragging the thick covers up with me.

“Dana, why did you sleep on the floor? And why am I in your house?” He asked a half annoyed half worried tinge to his voice.

“You were out of it so I laid you on the bed and I couldn’t be bothered to move you from the middle. The floor was the next best option.” I said bluntly, heading for the door of my bedroom to go down stairs.

“You didn’t have to Dana!” Gerard protested and started to follow me out of the room, trailing like a small puppy. “Honestly you didn’t.” He continued when I didn’t answer him.

“Well I wanted to and I wasn’t exactly going to let you sleep on the floor in the state you were in!” I replied, content that I had won the argument, and began walked down the stairs, still wrapped in my duvet, which was trailing off me like a train on a posh wedding gown.

I reached the kitchen and headed to the same small corner of the kitchen that I did every day, in which stood a large coffee machine and assortment of mugs. I reached for the two closest to the front of the pile and switched on the machine. The ‘wurring’ of the machine was soothing to my morning tiredness, just as it was soothing every other morning.

I had noticed that Gerard hadn’t followed me into the kitchen and I assumed he had just stayed up stairs or had just gone home. It wouldn’t surprise me at all, knowing Gerard.

Despite this I still made him a cup of coffee, which after the machine’s satisfied purring had stopped, now stood on the hard, granite counter of the kitchen, the steam bellowing up from it in small puffs. I stood a few metres away and stared, in a trance, at the steam for a good 5 minutes.

After a while, I heard a small crash from the living room and some muffled, muttered cursing. A small smile spread across my face. I picked up the two, still steaming, coffee mugs and carried them into to see Gerard sprawled out on the floor, with the coffee table upside down and a selection of CDs and DVDs on top of him. It looked like the crime scene of a brutal murder, if the victim hadn’t suddenly moved when I entered.

“Gee?” I asked slowly, pulling up the coffee table to its correction standing position and placing the mugs down cautiously on it.

“Dana? A little help please?” Gerard asked timidly, his head planted into the soft carpet and the remainder of his body squirming uncomfortably.

“Sure.” I said through a stifled giggled, dropping my duvet wrap by the door and pulling him up in one swift movement. “I’m not even going to ask.” I said, when I saw the look on Gerard’s face, and he looked a least a little happier at this.

Gerard’s face brightened even more when he saw the two china mugs perched on the coffee table and quickly grabbed them both, handing one to me and cradling the other one in his pale hand affectionately. Then he sat down, slouching back into the sofa, smiling happily at his mug. I smirked slightly at his possessiveness over the precious coffee and thanked him, before taking the steaming cup in my hand and sipping eagerly.