For LastThief
Gerard-
I was in the locker room changing into my gym clothes. I sat down looking at my fat stomach. I wish it would just go away. I glared down at myself and poked at the rolls of fat. I put on my grayish hoodie that had multiple holes and cargo pants. This was my gym uniform. Even this didn't hide my fat...
I sighed and ran my hand through my blonde hair. I just dyed it the other day. Today in p.e we were playing netball. I hated sports, aside from kickball. But at least today (y/n) was on my team. I wish I had the guys to talk to her. But all I have is this gut.
When she came out of the locker room my jaw dropped. She wearing an old ratty Green Day shirt and gym shorts. She normally never changes into gym clothes. I guess the teacher finally made her change clothes. I can see why she never wanted to.
She was anorexic! Her legs were so thin, you could probably look up her shorts. Her small shirt was so big on her, it looked like it was about to fall off her shoulders. Why was she like this? (Y/n)'s beautiful! There's no reason for her to do this to herself.
I was so busy staring at (y/n) worrying that I almost didn't catch the ball that was being thrown to me. "Eyes on the ball you lard ass!" Kevin, the school's bully yelled. I sighed and shook my head, trying not to cry. I turned away and went to pass the ball to (y/n), but for some reason she was crying.
Wait, why is she crying? She ran off before I could pass the ball to her. I passed it to the next person and ran after her. She ran outside under the bleachers. I found her curled up in a ball crying. "(Y/n)?" She jumped when I spoke. "G-go away!" She cried.
I wouldn't listen. I knelt down next to her and put my hand on her back. "(Y/n) what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked. "Y-you heard what Kevin called me!" She sniffled. Kevin? Wait, she thought Kevin called her lard ass? I don't understand!
(Y/n) is anything but fat! If anything she needs a sandwich! "(Y/n)... he's was talking to me... I'm the one he called a lard ass." I tell her calmly. She looked up at me. Her (e/c) eyes red, puffy, and full of tears. "G-Gerard?" Her broken voice squeaked.
I smiled awkwardly at her. I had never talked to her before. "Heh, I-I'm s-surprised y-you know my n-name." I stuttered. She sniffled and wiped her nose. "Really? I mean, we've been to school together since middle school." She said, calming down.
I looked down, not knowing what to say. I tensed up when I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Why would Kevin say something like that to you?" She asked. I shook my head. "I-uh, I just, I'm. B-because I'm fat..." I stuttered yet again. The fuck is wrong with me?!
"No you're not... you're fine just the way you are. You look... cute!" She says. Oh fuck me! I'm going to have a heart attack! No way is she being sincere! She's just saying that to make me feel better! "Wh-why w-would you th-think h-he w-was talking t-to you?" I asked, blushing like crazy at her complement.
She froze and I could feel her go stiff. I looked back up at her. I don't know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but I ended up hugging her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me back. "Gerard?" She asked. I pulled back a little so I could look at her.
I would have shrieked if my lips weren't muffled by hers. SHE WAS KISSING ME!!! (Y/N) (Y/L/N) IS ACTUALLY KISSING ME!!! HASHAFJAAOSNSKSM. I immediately took control by holding her closer and gently grabbing her hair.
I pulled on her hair a little which caused her to moan. I took the advantage I had pushed my tongue passed her lips. Since we were sitting down, and behind the bleachers, I pushed her gently down and crawled on top of her, not once breaking the kiss.
She pushed me up a little to catch her breath. "Whoa..." She said. I was just as out of breath as her. I nodded. "(Y/n), I love you. You're beautiful in every way! But please! Promise me you'll start eating again. This isn't healthy." I said, breathlessly.
She nodded, still panting. I leaned back down on top of her and hugged her. "I love you too Gee!
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