MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;You okay? | G.W. | (2/2)

(A/n)

Hey boios, here's the part two that at least three of you requested uwu)//<3

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I inhale deeply, finding it quite pleasing the way the cold morning air fills my lungs and exhale with a small smile. - I like it being alone sometimes; I enjoyed that everyone is in class plus that there's no P.E. on this period and came to the bleachers.

There's a pleasing silence - only the faint sound of people talking in the distance, along with the birds chirping and the wind through the tree leaves filling the ambient.

Deciding to smoke, I grab my lighter and a cigarette from my jacket's pocket. I place the stick between my lips and approach the lighter to it. I'm about to light twist the sparkwheel when another sound joins the previous mentioned ones. Turning my head, I see Gerard walking closer and sitting beside me.

"Hey, dear, whatcha doing here?" I ask putting my free arm around his shoulders. He shrugs and leans against me. "Do you mind if I smoke next to you?"

"No." He says.

"You're not just saying this to not disagree with me, right?" I ask and he shakes his head. I light the cigarette and take a drag on it, pocketing my lighter right after.

"Won't it kill you?" He asks looking at the stick.

"Oh, that's the intention." I mutter. He furrows his eyebrows, giving me an slightly exasperated look. I take the cigarette off of my mouth and kiss the side of his face. He looks at me for a moment but sighs after I show no reaction. "And why are you here? You don't use to skip classes."

"It's just Physics, the teacher's a bitch." He grumbles clicking his tongue and I chuckle agreeing. "What about you?"

"I just like some time alone."

He pulls away, "Oh, so I-"

"No, chill, I actually like you." I say pulling him close again. He doesn't answer so I look down at him and chuckle again seeing his red face. "Aw, how cute, you're blushing!" His cheeks get even redder and he looks down.

"Hm, can I ask something?" He asks after a moment.

"Of course, dear." I say pressing the cigarette stump against the sole of my shoe and letting it fall to under the bleachers.

"I... There's this quote on the chemistry class. It's written 'this could be the last of all the rides we take, so hold on tight and don't look back'. By chance," He looks up at me, "was it you who wrote it?" He asks with an expecting look, a small smile.

"Well..." I breathe a chuckle, "You'd be surprised by the quantity of quotes I write around."

"Why?"

"People need to thing." I tap my index finger against my temple. "People blame society for not being rational and all but we are society." His eyes widen slightly in realization. "So I just hope my quotes will disturb some dumb mind."

"That's interesting. I agree with you. It's that thing, art was made to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."

"Exactly." I smile. "I'm glad you noticed it there."

We just sit there in this comfortable silence for some moments - the warmth of our bodies contrasting with the cold morning air that also hugs us. I already like spending time here alone but now, with him, it seems pretty much better.

Smiling, I wrap my until now free arm against him and plant a kiss on top of his head.

"I'm not a child!" Gerard whines.