Kellard- A Gerard Way and Kellin Quinn fanfiction

Pale Skin and a Devilish Smirk

Kellin's P.O.V

I nervously stepped into the room and there he was, in all his half-naked glory. I tried desperately not to stare, but then realised he was in no way trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly checking me out. Running his eyes up and down my body appreciatively, he smirked and opened his mouth to speak. "I'm Gerard."

No shit. I haven't spent the past couple of months 'fangirling' over the fact that he'd be within a mile radius of me. Not at all.

"I'm K-Kellin." I stuttered. He smiled at my nervousness.

"I know, I've heard of your band. You're all I've been listening to recently."

I couldn't stop the humongous grin that took over my face. "Really? It's such an honour. I love your band too." That wasn't the understatement of the century.

He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. God, that was hot. "I'm not the Queen." He chuckled.

I blushed fiercely. "Sorry."

He shook his head. "I was joking, it's fine." He stood and walked towards me, I gulped, my hands starting to sweat. I realised he was walking to the kitchen behind me and mentally face-palmed. Of course he wasn't walking over to me.

He brushed up against me slightly and I flushed. I mean he was only in his boxers! I only have so much self control.

"Want some coffee?" He said, dragging me out of my mental conversation with myself.

I shook my head. "No thanks. I should be getting back to my bus."

He frowned slightly but quickly recovered. "Well, me and the guys are having a little get together to celebrate the start of the tour. You and your band should come. It's here at 9pm and you need to bring your own drinks and food." I nodded along. It was understandable. Although people thought we lived a life of fame, when it came to touring you were lucky if you got two decent meals a day. "Okay, I'll meet you here later then."

"Okay, Sugar." He winked.

I blushed and awkwardly waved. "Uh...Okay? Bye then." I stumbled for the door, slightly afraid about what either of us would do in such close proximities.

After I got over the initial embarrassment of falling through the door, I walked back to our bus, feeling more than a little bit flustered. And I was seeing him again tonight. Great.

A/N I'm currently writing more, but it takes me a while to upload chapters because I write them in my notebook first, then read them through and then type them up and publish them. However, I'll try to upload whenever I can.