Servant to Brendon Urie (Fanfic)

10. Weird.

The past few weeks, have been, weird. Gerald is never home. And when he is home, he is just in the studio, and make some new music. He have never talk to me, and if he talk to me, he just answered cold. Like he don't care about me anymore.

Today was the day, that I will go talk to him. He was in the studio. So it was easy to find him.

I knocked on the door first, and then walk in.

He sat in front of the computer, he have headphones on, so he can't hear me.

I walk over to him, and tapping on his shoulder.

He jumped up in the chair, and turn around to see me. He took the headphones off, and closed his eyes.

"You scared me." He said, and hole a hand over his heart.

"I am sorry." I said, and look down on the ground.

"What do you want." He ask, and turn around to look back on the computer.

"Um, I just want to talk." I said, like a whisper.

"About what." He said. By the tone in his voice, his don't care about anything, I say.

"Gerald, could you please look at me when I am talking to you." I ask. I hate to talk to one that have turn there back against me.

He didn't respond, he just keep look into the stream. "Gerald, please." I ask.

He roll his eyes, and turn around in the chair.

"Happy, now, what did you want to talk about." He said, and laid his chin in his hand, that rest on the armrest. The other lay on the armrest. I look at what he have on, it was just some ripped jeans, and a white t-shirt. By the time I could smell alcohol on it. And I know what you mean. Why on earth, can I smell it that far. And it because, I can smell the strong bourbon on his t-shirt, and it was a little dirty.

"About us." I answer.

"What about us." He ask, a little confused.

"About us, don't talk to each other, and we don't look into each other eyes." I said.

"We talk, and we look into each other eyes."

"Series Gerald."

"What." What is wrong with this man.

"You are never home, and when you are, you are in here. You never speak to me, and when you do, you just seems like, you don't care about me." I said, and look down on the ground again.

"What, babe, I do care about you, I never say that." He said and sat up in the chair, and took my hand in his.

"No, but you showed it."

"Babe, I do care about you, and I love you, you know that." He pull me closer to him, and made me sit in his lap, with his hands on my waist.

"I know, but lately, you haven't been home, you haven't talk to me, you haven't look me in the eyes like you always do." I said, and look down in my lap. Gerald took his hand to my chin and made me look into his eyes.

"I don't know why I have been like this lately, but I promise I stop with that." He said, and smiled.

I nod, and smiled. He run his thumb over my bottom lip, and look down on my lips, he bites his lips. I low my head down to him, and kiss him. He kiss back, and lick my bottom lip, to ask permission, wish I gladly gave him. Our tongue dance together.

Gerald stood up, with my legs around his waist. He walk upstairs, and into our bedroom. He laid me carefully down on the bed, and start to take off my clothes, and take his off to.