We Don't Know Where We'll Go - Before My Chemical Romance

Ch. 14 - "I love you too"

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A/N: This is going to be a really short filler chapter so hang in there. The next chapter may be up tomorrow. But I am going to try to switch to Gerard's point of view here and then, but not too much. Thank you do much for voting and commenting! It means so much. Until then,

Keep Running Killjoys

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• Gerard's POV •

I pulled out my pjs from the black, leather bag that I had packed the day I came over to Elise's house. I never had to use them before since I had recently just fallen asleep in my clothes every night. But tonight I felt like being comfty - yes comfty is my made up word, don't judge. My pajamas are a big onesy that looks like a skeleton. My favorite part is the hood! I felt all giggly just thinking about the hood. It made me feel like the grim reaper or something creepy. I like creepy, so what. I slipped the whole thing on in one movement and then I zipped up the front. It was sooo cozy! I flipped my hood on like I was in a dramatic horror movie and leaped onto my bead.

Elise was still in the bathroom doing whatever girl crap that girls do before bed. I would think she was putting on makeup or doing her hair considering the time she was taking.

I decided to just close my eyes and think about life for a while. I remember yesterday Elise told me about her little habit where she sleeps with the lights completely on. She said the complete darkness spooks her out. That didn't bother me, I am a good sleeper. I can sleep through anything. But the darkness didn't quite bother me, since I preferred spooky things. But that's just me - oh, and Mikey.

I think I heard Elise walk in, but I don't know, I was half asleep. But I felt her presence.

I really wanted to sit up and greet her but I was really tired. I really wanted to talk with her though. She is the most interesting person I have met in my whole life. She's funny, smart, caring, and just a person that makes you feel all good inside. She obviously has amazing taste in music, but not only that, she really has a good temper - unlike unthoughtful old me. She is able to think things out and decided what is right or wrong. She always does the right thing regarding school or friends. This is what I look up to her most for. She is an amazing person. She really is beautiful, her hazel eyes and perfect dark-brown hair that falls perfectly to the sides of her face. She's not the 'Barbie' that most jerks are looking for, and that is what makes even more beautiful. I have feelings for her. Deep feelings. I'm not sure what it is, but that feeling has been there since the day I met her.

She leaned over my bunk to the point where I could feel her breathing.

"G'night Gee," she whispered. Yes, her voice sounded as soft a silk. The bunk beds began to slightly jumble around as she climbed up the stairs and the whole wood frame jolted as she landed into her bed, just the way I had a few minutes earlier.

There was silence for a while, but it wasn't an awkward silence since Elise thought I was dead asleep. I began to breathe lightly just to give off the feeling that I was asleep. I began to think again.

I really want to dye my hair black. I always have. Elise told me that if I did it, she would do it with me. She would look stunning with jet-black. It would really bring out the bright green in her brown eyes. But, yet again, according to some jocks or whatever, having black hair would probably give us the label of 'Emo Freaks'. Emo means emotional people! Every single person in this world is emotional. We want to have emotions or it would be like talking to a brick wall. That would suck. Just saying. But those stupid jocks would not think twice on what the phrase 'emo' means. And I swear, those kids would beat us up for it. I'm used to it though. There is this group of kids that I used to see sometimes when I'd go to the grocery store or wherever. I guess I could already be labeled an 'emo freak' with my long hair and black tshirts and all, but the black hair would just make it worse. Those guys would beat me up though anyway. They always knew where to find me. And I haven't even really gone to their school yet!

I luckily didn't see them today at school, but I don't want them to see me because I don't want to bring the others into the beatings. Especially Elise  I never ever want her to get beaten up because of me or because of my desire to dye my hair. She's just too..." my thinking got cut of by a muffled sound coming form above. I tried to make it out.

"I love you, Gerard Way".

Then it hit me. Like a bag of bricks. I don't think Elise meant for me to hear that comment, with her thinking I was asleep, but she was completely awake when she said it. She meant it. I listened closely, just in case she said anything else, but all I could hear was heavy breathing. She was obviously knocked out now.

My head kept swimming, trying to register what she had just whispered. Questions and answers floated through my brian, but I couldn't really concentrate. Then it all stopped. I landed on one answer.

"I love you too".

I never thought I would think that, but it sure felt right saying it. She was deffinetly asleep, so she didn't hear my response, but everything was clear now. I love her.

I really love her.