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

Chapter 22: Nearly Three Falls

I woke slightly later than I would have liked to, partly because my alarm clock had decided that it was going to malfunction and go off an hour later than I had instructed it to. I hauled my heavy weight out of the bed, only for my bare foot to slip across the floor on a stray t-shirt. The result included me, lying back down on the hard wood of my bedroom floor, groaning up at the ceiling.

“Fuck.” I spat angrily, and used my arms to push my now aching back off the floor.

After more early morning mistakes, that always seem to only occur when one has a fantastic nights sleep, I had managed to pour myself some cereal and get the milk within the restricted circumference of the bowl without anymore breakages or spillages. All my hard work nearly went to waste a moment later, when my phone buzzed and called out viciously, causing me to tip my bowl in shock. Luckily I saved the milk from escaping onto the table my hand.

My non-sticky hand shot across the dark granite counter to retrieve my phone and answer it on the three screaming ring.

“Hello?” I asked sleepily, nursing my headache in my now milky hand.

“It’s lovely to hear you too.” I heard the cheerful voice reply loudly.

I recognised his voice almost instantly, “Sorry Gee, I’ve just woken up,” I explained, yawning slightly.

“T’is no problem.” He sang happily. “I guess you want to know why I’m calling.”

“It would be nice.” I admitted, yawning once again.

“Gosh sorry, sleeping fucking beauty, am I boring you?” He chuckled.

“A little,” I replied bluntly. “So get on with what you’re going to say before I come over there and castrate you.” I heard him laugh a little louder.

“You’re so funny when you’re tired.” He said, and I could feel the grin on his face through the wires that connected our voices together.

“Gerard.”

“Sorry,” He continued. “I was just calling to tell you that I’m picking you up at 7.”

“Oh.” I replied looking at the clock that sat staring at me on the opposite wall. The little hands were spread out from one another, which told me that it was four. Maybe my alarm had woken me up a little later than I’d thought.

“What?” he asked nervously.

“Nothing.” I lied horrendously.

“You’re a bad liar.” He admitted.

“I know.”

“So, what?” He continued, his voice whining a little.

“I kinda forgot.” I mumbled incoherently through my milk-scented hand.

“You forgot?” He asked, confusion echoing his voice.

“Yes.”

“You forgot about tonight, didn’t you?” He added glumly.

“Sorry.” I pleaded, feeling humiliated and ungrateful.

“It’s fine Dana.” He insisted, “You don’t sound very with it to be honest, so I forgive you.” He replied with a giggle.

Why thank you.” I joined in with his giggle. “So, what shall I wear for tonight, Oh Wise One?”

“I like that name.” Gerard continued to laugh, “I think you should keep it as my nickname.” He stated.

“Don’t push you luck.” I added in mock sincerity.

“Just wear anything you think looks smart-ish, you’d look good in anything.”