The Ghost of Him

15. Leaving

*Gerard's POV*

I groaned the next morning when I woke up. My head was pounding, and the sunlight was way too much for me at the moment; I buried my face back into my pillow and sighed. My stomach felt about ready to flip itself inside out so I curled into a ball and the pain ceased a little. I suddenly felt empathy for all the women out there that have to go through pain like this every month. It's terrible.

My pillow started moving in a rhythmic pace and I frowned to myself, still refusing to open my eyes or remove my face from the softness and warmth of my moving pillow.

Jesus Christ, Gerard, how much did you drink last night??

And then I felt hands in my hair, and my confusion washed away as I realized that I wasn't hallucinating, and that my "pillow" wasn't actually a pillow. It was Melanie.

I smiled and snuggled more into her, gently biting the fabric of her shirt and startling her. I looked up at her and squinted my eyes open, trying to ignore the pounding in my head and my fucked up stomach.

"Good morning," I mumbled, trying to stretch out my body from being stuck on the couch.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, skipping over my greeting.

"I feel great." Ha. Even I hear the deceit in my voice.

"Yeah right, Gerard. Come on. Are you okay?"

I faked a smile. "Yes! I told you, I feel great."

Melanie rolled her eyes and then glared at me. I shuddered as I rembered when my mom used to give me that look whenever I got into trouble; it was definitely a look you wanted to avoid while being around women.

"What?? Am I not allowed to be happy now?" I giggled a bit as Melanie set her jaw and crossed her arms over her chest. She was even cuter when she got mad; it made me want to irritate her even more.

"Come on, Melanie," I said in a sing-song voice. Okay, maybe I was still a tiny bit drunk. I poked her sides and sat up so that I had a better position than laying in her lap. "Smiiiile."

She bit the inside of her cheek and pressed her lips together, trying her best to ignore what I was saying. Finally I just kissed her, admiring how perfectly our mouths fit together and how soft her lips were. I hated how we had ended up together, but I was glad that it happened at all. She was changing everything for me and I finally felt happy for once. It was a relief to not be wallowing in self-hatred all the time.

I tried to pull her more into me but she broke away from the kiss, leaving me wanting more. But one look at her face told me she was feeling uncomfortable, so I backed away.

"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

She gave me a weird look that I couldn't quite decipher but shook her head. "I'm fine. Hey, do you think we could go back to the convenience store today?"

I tilted my head at her, confused. "We just went a week ago, why do we need to go again?"

Her cheeks flushed and she sighed. "You know. . . uh."

"Uh. . .?"

"Girl. . . stuff," she said blatantly.

The realization came across me and I mentally cursed myself for not thinking of that sooner. Why would I kidnap a girl without thinking of this whole situation??

Because you were thinking with your dick, not your head.