Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#14 Extraterrestrials doing Dishes

Cutie.

Two months ago, you found his crashed ship in the meadow near your house. He was terrified of you at first, but you got him to calm down a bit eventually.

Two months later, you'd taught him some English, some guitar, and who David Bowie is. Little did you know, during all the time you spent with him, he'd fallen in love with you.  He was starting to falter in hiding it, but you were always too preoccupied to notice. He would always sit and watch you do work around the house, singing to yourself. He found it very cute.

   As of today, he told himself that he wasn't going to sit around and leave all the work for you (even if it meant him getting his hands dirty), so he decided to try out doing the dishes.

    It can't be too hard. He told himself. Just pick this glass thing up, put this gooey stuff on it and- CRASH.

    He had dropped the plate to the ground causing it to shatter. He started to panic, bending down to pick up the shattered pieces, and in turn cutting his finger on the glass.
  
    "Gerard?" You concerned voice echoed through the halls as you ran towards the source of the noise. "Are you okay? Ge- Oh my god."

   He looked up at you with worried eyes, scared that you'd be mad at him. You approached him, took the hand with the cut finger, washed it, and bandaged it. As you did so, Gerard's skin tingled. He loved it when you touched him, and despite his pain he couldn't help but smile to himself. Once you were done you gave him a smile and began picking up the pieces of the plate.

    "um." He started. "Sorry." Hi voice was barely audible, yet you could still hear his heavy accent.

   "It's alright."

   "Thought could help. Failed." He hung his head. His speech was somewhat fragmented because he hadn't mastered pronouns yet. His fragmented speech was sometimes hard to understand because he couldn't form a full sentence.

   You stood up and held his injured hand in yours, cupping his cheek so he'd look at you. "It's the thought that counts, gee."  You pecked his cheek making him turn a bright shade of red. "Here, I'll show you how to do it."

   You lead him to the sink and stood behind him, guiding his hands. It was sending electrical bolts through his body, you being this close to him. His heart was racing and he couldn't think straight. Once you were finished with the dishes, he followed you to the living room and sat beside you on the couch. He was being extra fidgety all the sudden.

   "You alright?" You probed.

   His head instantly shot up. He pointed to himself and said "alright." He gazed sadly at his feet.

    You scooted closer to him and gripped his chin to have him look at you. "No you're not. What's wrong, gee?"  He was scared to answer the question. If he told you, what would you think of him then? Would you be mad? He couldn't see the future so he didn't know. After a few moments of silence he decided that he'd bite the bullet and tell you. Even if you didn't  return the feeling.

    "In love." You furrowed your eyebrows at his words. He looked straight into your eyes with distress. "With you."

He began to panic again since you weren't responding. You were just sitting there staring at nothing, and he was scared that he broke you. Without a single word, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened in surprise, and when he came to his senses he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

    "I love you too." You mumbled against his lips. He groaned and held you tighter. You ran your hands through his hair and deepened the kiss.

    "Be girlfriend?" He pulled away and gazed at you.

    You smiled. "Of course, gee." It made him extremely happy that you returned the feeling. He was madly in love to the point where he'd blush every time you looked at him, and now he didn't have to hide is face anymore.

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This ending sucks.

But really. I'm running low on creativity.
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On another note, when should I post the first chapter of A Long Road To Recovery? At the soonest one possible or something?