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The Collision of Your Kiss

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Gerard’s Point of View

 I nudged stormy to wake her up from her blissful sleep, she flipped me off and groaned. She had been with us for the last week and a half, now it was time to go to our second home, England.

 “Stormy, c’mon, we have a flight we have to catch. You can sleep on the way to England, I swear.” I softly pleaded. As soon as she heard the word ‘England’ she jolted her head up, almost hitting it on the top of the bunk she lay in.

 “ENGLAND?! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” She screamed in my face, flinging her black silk blanket away from her and jumping off of the bunk. She ran diligently to the restroom, changed, and packed, all within ten minutes. Holy shit, this girl was like Flash!

 After she was ready she stepped into the living area with us in her black misfit sweat pants, A black batman tee-shirt, converse, and she had her air pulled up into a lose messy bun-thingy.

 You know how people say when you’re meant to be with someone you’ll know immediately? It will hit you and jolt through you like a lightning bolt, electrifying you and your heart? Making everything seem clear as to why your past relationships never seemed to work out quite right? Yeah, well, in that moment, as I was looking at her, and she was looking at me with her piercing icy blue eyes, I knew that feeling. I knew she had been put into my life by god or whoever for a reason. I was meant to love her. And after a week I did.

 It seemed insane and completely foolish, dotterel if you will; but this girl was like the lightening, and I was the nearest tree, getting struck by her beauty and unmentionably amazing personality. She understood me to the fullest and never, ever passed a single judgment on me or the guys. She had this gentle, caring way to her that made me want to follow her anywhere. It seemed as if everything in my life led up to two things. One, My Chemical Romance and the best friends I have ever had. Two, Stormy Onyx Weathers. Yes, I found out her middle name. I couldn’t help but light up when she was around, she understood me better than my own brother sometimes.

 “Hello? Earth to Gerard, is there anyone home?” Stormy waved her hand in front of my face, smiling at me.

 “Yeah, sorry, I was lost in a train of thought. Let’s go shall we?” She took my arm and we strode off into the airport.

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Stormy’s Point of View

 All my life, I had been stuck in this wavering cloud of depression. It was so intense that I felt as though I couldn’t breathe. My life had been shit, yes, but never once did I complain. Why complain about something if you can’t do a damn thing about it? Exactly, no point in it, you see. I had always been that awkward turtle. I was the girl no one included in high school, the ‘freak’. I was told daily to just kill myself, and believe me, there were day I wanted to more than anything. I had tried many times to no avail to take my own tragically precious life. I had littered my beautiful skin with a mere sharp object, any which was closest to me when the urge struck. I felt no remorse in what I was doing to myself because no one knew, no one cared. It was my dirty little secret.

 I was like this little hesitant alien on this foreign planet trying to survive in the atmosphere around me. I tried to blend in with my surroundings, my peers, but I was not like them. I was different, and in the eyes of society, even in 1996, different was frowned deeply upon. I had no friends, not a soul I could run to with tears threatening my eyes and blood trickling down my legs. I took care of myself the best I knew how.

 In the end I think I turned out alright, and I think that all the struggles, all the obstacles I faced, led me here. Right here where I am in this very moment, this very second of my life. Sitting in an airport with five men who were there for me when the world seemed too dark and dismal to strive on in. Mikey Way, like a little brother to me already, I loved him so dearly. Frank Iero, the best friend I had always wanted, yearned for, but never received. Ray Toro, an older brother of sorts, the older brother I should have had to begin with. Bob Bryar, he was a good friend, the friend who told you exactly how it was and cared deeply. Lastly, but definitely not least, Gerard Way. The man, no the genius mastermind behind it all, my absolute best friend in the world, the man I had, shockingly enough, fallen in love with in just 12 days.

I looked at these men before me and I realized that I was meant to be right here where I am. I was meant to be in LAX with these five guys, about to board my very first airplane to fucking England. I was supposed to have a shit life, so all the bumps and bruises and waves that almost drowned me, would lead me to them. I understood them and they understood me.

 As I looked at Gerard though, I felt nothing but pure, unfiltered love and passion towards him. He was like gasoline, and I was a fire, the more he was around me, the more the fire inside me grew and burned and thrived on his simple touch or crooked smile. I fell for him, the first person I had ever let into my heart, my mind, my life. Gerard Arthur Way was who I was put on this earth to meet, who I drew my energy and happiness from.

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Simply seeing him poke his tongue out made my heart melt. Speaking of which…

 “GEE, STOP POKING YOUR TONGUE OUT AT ME! I WILL BITE IT!” I warned him sharply, grabbing my side laughing.

 He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, almost daring me.

 “You wouldn’t dare.” And with that I pounced.

 “Stop acting like a girl! Take the biting of your tongue like a man!” I yelled hushed, so only he could hear me.

 He stuck his tongue out at me yet again, and in one swift motion I bit it. His eyes grew wide and hi dropped his hands from my shoulders, which were holding me away from him. Suddenly, almost as if time had sped up, Gerard had quickly moved in closing the gap between up, crushing his small but full, pink lips to mine.

I felt my eyes go wider and then shut all together. Our lips moved perfectly synchronized with one another. His arms snaked around my waist pulling me on top of him in the small white room we waited hastily for our flight in. I could hear the gasps of the others but I could not of cared any less. At that moment I was sharing a soft, yet passionate kiss with Gerard, and in my mind we were the only two in the world at that moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt pure innocent pleasure as our kiss deepened. Sadly though a woman over the intercom interrupted out perfectly blissful moment.

 “Attention all passengers, flight 703 to England is now boarding.” With a click the loud speaker shut off and we pulled apart. Gerard looked into my eyes and smiled. There was a light in them I hadn’t seen before, and I myself was on cloud nine. When we looked up, the guys were smirking at us and Frankie even had the audacity to start clapping which egged on Mikeys ‘whoop’ noises. Gerard shot them and look and the scurried out of the room and on to the plane.

 Gerard held my hand as we got onto the plane and sat next to me. He smiled and we watched ‘Snakes on a Plane’. What a perfect in-flight movie, right? Wrong. But that was the least of my worries. The only thing coursing through my mind was this and this alone until we reached England.

I kissed Gerard, and Gerard kissed me.