Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

A Night In

"Oh my god Jess I can't believe you got a job at my favorite place, you're an asshole, but now we get discounts and-" Gerard rambled on about how I got the job while driving to his house. It was amusing to see him like this, word vomiting all over the place. But, after a while, it was irritating. I longed for him to forget about Ted Good's Music.

Eventually, by the time we pulled into his driveway, he stopped. I was incredibly great full.

"So," he started a we got out of his car, "my parents took Mikes to New York City for the weekend, so it'll just be us. Hope that's okay."

"No Gerard, I wanted your parents and little brother to hang out with us," I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, and began to search for his house key. I felt like it took at least 5 minutes. When he finally found it, he unlocked the door, and we walked into his warm house. I loved coming here. The main floor of his house was so roomy, and well lit. It gave off a homey feeling that my house simply did not possess.

I kicked off my shoes, and walked over to the long dark green couch. "What do you want to do?" He shrugged, throwing his back pack onto the floor. I rolled my eyes, and searched around for the remote. It was all the way across the room. I sighed once more. Effort was needed. Effort that I never ever had. Gerard sighed with force while looking at me. "Jeez, be less obvious.."

"What?"

"You're bored." He sat on the chair across from me. I smiled. I wasn't actually, but Gerard was going to think what Gerard wanted to think. Not much would change his mind. Its just the type of person he was. "What do you want to do?"

"Um, whatever.." He rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Lets bake something" I offered. He started to laugh, thinking that I was kidding.

"Like what?" I got up, and walked to his kitchen. I didn't hear him following me, but, I didn't care, and I began rummaging through his cabinets for ingredients. "Get in here you bum!" I yelled. I grabbed the sugar, flour, baking powder, and chocolate chips. "Gerard!" I shouted once more, turning to the fridge where I grabbed some eggs and butter. I then grabbed the vanilla, and by the time I was ready to start, he still wasn't in the kitchen.

Silence fell upon the entire house. "Gee?" I walked towards the living room, and glanced from a distance. He wasn't on the chair anymore. "Gerard, I swear to God if you scare me ill punch you in the head.." Violence was always the key to the solution with me apparently. But there was still only silence. I slowly walked closer towards the living room. I never heard him go up the stairs, so I knew he was still down here. "Gerard, seriously.." I growled. My heart raced, fear running through my entire body.

"Boo." Two hands were placed on my shoulders. I gasped, jumping so hard i tripped over the dark wood coffee table. And, out of instinct, I grabbed onto Gerard. We both shouted as we tumbled onto the hard wood floor, Gerard landing on top of me. I groaned, almost losing my breath. "You little shit." He started to laugh. He was attempting to say something, but his giggling was making it a struggle to speak. I couldn't help but laugh with him. Gerard was such a dork sometimes.. It was one of the many things i love about him.

I mean like about him.. I like him.

God, I don't know who I'm trying to prove.. Myself? Because deep down, I know how I feel. I feel differently about him then I've ever felt about anyone else. I don't know what it is specifically.. His humor, his innocence, his personality, his smile, his laugh, the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he loves some things a little to much? All of the above, and everything else? Damn..

Emotions are bullshit. Sometimes I get that horrible-not-so-horrible feeling in my stomach when he's around, the same feeling you get when you go on a fair ride. Those butterflies.. Then other times I blush, like when he does something stupid, or his hand brushed against mine. And I know he notices, because he smiles like a moron. I mean, I can control the blushing and the butterflies most of the time, I just have to think about something else. Its difficult, but I can do it. Love stinks. Because you either get heartbroken, or you end up together forever. And with Gerard.. I didn't want to risk it.

I gently pushed Gerard off me, giving him a soft smile. "You're weird.." I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. I could feel him watching me, making me feel extremely awkward. I ignored it as my cheeks began to heat up. Dammit. I glanced towards him eventually. He was laying on his side, resting his head in the palm of his hand, propped up on his elbow. He stared, concentrated. Oh God, Gerard.. Please stop..

"Hey," he gently used his other hand and tapped my shoulder. "What's going on?"

"What?" He rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Oh god, he could see right through me.. I swallowed the lump in my throat, sat up, and shrugged.

"Nothing. C'mon, lets go into the kitchen." I smiled falsely, and stood up faster then usual. He just stared, and mouthed the words 'liar'. He wasn't going to let it go.. So I made up a lie on the spot. "Fine.. I was talking to Evelyn on the phone last night, and she was saying how she gets to see Metallica soon. And now that I moved, I cant go.." He stood up almost as fast as I did, grabbed my arms, and grinned. Stop touching me you frick.

"Metallica's coming to New York in four weeks. Come with me!"

Wait wait wait wait wait..

What?

What?

"There's no way you're going to be able to get tickets in four weeks.." He shook his head with a grin.

"I ordered tickets a few months back.. I didn't tell you, did I? I didn't know you then, so I was going to force Mikes to go with me, but now you can come with me! I was going to ask you but i didn't know when.. I mean, if you even want to come.." I almost died.

"Hell yeah I want too!" I yelled, hugging him tightly. Here I am, attempting to hide my feelings for him. Trying so hard to shut off my emotions.. Then he goes and asks me too come with him to see my favorite band.

Life sucks.

I pulled back out of the hug as quick as possible, and grinned. "Can we make cookies now?" He started to laugh, leading the way to the kitchen.

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fuck k tbh i didnt even know what to write for this chapter. so im sorry if its garbage, okay? im sorry. ugh. writer block. but idk i think its FINE ENOUGH.

k i need help tho. for the next chapter should i have it be them later thaat night like watching a movie together an being cutee or is it TOOOO SOOON AND I SHOULD DO SOMETHING ELSE IDK GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLEASEEEE PLEASE

-gracee