Beer Bottles And Cigarettes

Chapter Twelve

In the morning, I wake to the sound of humming. I shove the covers off my legs and slip out of bed, my boxers, which were bunched up, dropping to my knees. I sigh and shuffle into the bathroom to see Gerard brushing his hair out, a smile plastered on his face. I raise an eyebrow. “Why’re you so happy this morning?” I ask, my voice croaking.

   

He shrugs. “I dunno. I just feel...good.” He nods, running a hand through his hair before turning and setting a hand on my hip as he kisses me slowly.

    I blink in surprise and kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

    “Go get ready. We have to be down for breakfast in like...five minutes.” He says, pulling away and leaving the bathroom.

    I sigh and start doing my morning routine, combing through my dark hair and brushing my teeth. After doing that, I get dressed in black jeans, a plain T-shirt, and a sweater that’s comfortable and not too hot for the amazing weather here in New York. I’m about to head out on the balcony for a smoke when Gerard shoots me a warning look. “Sorry…” I grumble, handing my box of cigarettes to him.

    He pecks my cheek. ”Just watching out for you baby.”

    “Hm.” I hum, crossing my arms as I wait for Gerard to finish getting dressed.

    Today, he’s dressed in black jeans that highlight his amazing ass and a Misfits T-shirt that form fits to his chest and makes me want to drool. His hair is loose around his face and there’s a playful look in his eye that makes me grin.

    He flicks my nose and kisses my cheek. “Ready?”

    I nod and grab my bag which has all my drawing stuff in it. Plus a pack of cigarettes that Gerard won’t ever see. We head down to the dining hall and Mr Bryar greets us with a slight smile. He nods at me and gestures to the chair across from him while looking at Gerard. Gerard pats my shoulder, whispering a small “I love you” in my ear before sitting across from Mr Bryar.

    I sigh and look around for somewhere to sit. Heaven knows I don’t eat breakfast very often so I don’t really bother looking at the buffet which is making my mouth water. I end up grabbing several pieces of watermelon, a bagel, and a huge glass of water before sitting with Jensen who looked bagged.

    “Hey.” He says, his voice low and gravelly. Like he just woke up from being dead for a thousand years.

    “Hi.”

    “How’d you sleep?” He asks, shoving a cherry in his mouth. He chews for a bit then messes around with the stem. When he’s done, he spits it on the table and I see that the stem is in a know.

    I shrug. “I’ve slept better. You?”

    He nods slowly. “Eh. My roommate is a dick.” He says, casting a glance at King who is talking to Beth about his broken finger. I can’t help but smile, knowing that Mr Way did that to him.